All Chapters of Chasing My Runaway Bride: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Ryan's POV " Well, if you want him to be around you, you can tag along, I will make arrangements for you to stay with me. I am not as heartless as you are." I said as I was very angry. " No!! Neither I nor my son will go anywhere with you. I had my reasons for doing that but you will never acknowledge them even though you know that I am right!" She glared at me; I was amazed how she could even look into my eyes, and here she had an accusation in her eyes as if I was the reason why she did that. " Tell me why did you leave and never tell me that you were giving birth to our baby? " I asked as I could never understand why she did that. “ Why are you asking me about it? I was trying to protect him. I didn’t know how to—” I was shocked at what she said. “Protect him?” I cut her off, my voice sharp and cold. “From what, Emma? From me? Do you think I wouldn’t have been a good father? Do you think I wouldn’t have loved him? Who gave you the right to make that decision without talking

Ryan's POV The moment I stepped out of the principal’s office, I was overwhelmed with a rush of emotions—anger, frustration, confusion, and something I couldn’t even begin to name. It wasn’t just the revelation that I had a son. No, it was the fact that Emma had kept it from me for six years. Six long years where I had been deprived of knowing my child, deprived of being a father, while she had carried that secret around as if it were something she could simply hide away.James. My son.The weight of it was still sinking in. I watched as he stood there, holding onto Emma’s hand, looking up at both of us with such innocent eyes, completely unaware of the storm brewing between his parents. It was as if, in his little world, everything was perfect—his mum and dad were together, and they were going to spend the day with him. The reality, though, was far from perfect. Underneath the polite smiles and the casual banter, there was a tension so thick it was suffocating.Emma looked over at m

Ryan's POV We finally got on the ride, and as it shot forward, Emma let out a gasp, her hand instinctively reaching for mine. I tightened my grip on her, holding her close as the roller coaster twisted and turned, sending us plummeting and soaring in quick succession. She hid her face in my chest, and I felt so good as if I had found the oasis in the desert. Hell!! She would be the death of me one day. Despite the tension, despite everything, it felt good to hold her again, to be close to her, even if it was under these circumstances. I wanted the ride to go on and time to stop right there. But it was not possible. When the ride finally came to a stop, Emma backed off, apologizing, getting as embarrassed and awkward as she was when I rescued her from that bank that day, she looked a little pale, but James was beaming. “That was amazing! Can we do it again?”Yes, that was amazing... I wanted that too but I was not sure about her. Emma shot me a look that clearly said, “No way,” an

Ryan's POV It was, indeed, dinner time, and we were all exhausted. We found a small restaurant inside the park, nothing fancy, but good enough to sit down and unwind. James, still buzzing with excitement, barely touched his food, more interested in telling us about all the rides he wanted to go on again. Emma smiled and listened, though I could tell she was as drained as I was.The laughter of our son rang around us, but it felt distant. My focus was entirely on her—the woman who shattered everything. Emma stood a few feet away, her eyes following James as he ran ahead, oblivious to the war raging inside me.She kept him from me... I swallowed the anger, my jaw tightening. We were supposed to be here for James, but every second felt like a ticking bomb. I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine. Every time I looked at him—my son—it felt like someone had shoved a knife in my chest and twisted it.Dinner was awkward, to say the least. We found a quiet restaurant inside the park,

Ryan's POV In three long strides, I closed the distance between us, grabbing her arms "Are you out of your mind? I could never think of harming you. Do you really think I wouldn’t have wanted James?" I demanded, my voice rough with emotion. "Do you really think I would’ve just thrown him away like that?"Her eyes met mine, wide with surprise at the force in my words. The air between us crackled with tension, both emotional and physical. We were so close, too close. I could feel the heat of her body, the quickened rise and fall of her chest, the way her breath hitched as she stared up at me.Neither of us moved. Neither of us pulled away.I hated her for what she did, for keeping James from me. But God, I couldn’t deny that I still wanted her. Even after everything, the attraction between us hadn’t faded. If anything, it had grown more intense, fueled by all the anger and frustration.Her lips parted slightly, and I could feel the tension shift from anger to something else. Something