Alle Kapitel von Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

LAURA'S POV I could still feel the chill of the pool water clinging to my skin, even after being changed into a hospital gown. My body ached, and my head throbbed badly. I was relieved that nothing had happened to my child, not because I cared about it, but because I needed it to stay alive as my ticket to keep on fooling Jason. Jason had dived into the pool at Kevin's birthday party to save me. Me and not her. That alone was proof that I still held a special place in his heart. He believed my lie when I told him that Ava had pulled me into the water on purpose to make me lose my child. His concern, the way he ordered his driver to rush me to Royal Crest Hospital, and the way he called the hospital director and demanded that he take good care of me because I was pregnant were all proof of my victory. Or at least, that’s what I thought. The moment I arrived at the hospital, I was led into a VIP room, just like I deserved. The soft sheets, the large windows, the private bat

AVA’S POV I woke up the next morning feeling… lighter. My body was still weak, but the heavy exhaustion from last night had faded a little. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the soft morning light coming in through the window. My head turned slightly, and I saw Sally sitting in the chair beside my bed. She had one leg crossed over the other, scrolling through her phone. The moment I stirred, she looked up. “You’re finally awake,” she said, relieved. “How do you feel now?” I stretched a little, only to wince as the IV needle pulled at my arm. “Better. Still tired, but not like last night.” “Good,” she said, standing up. “Because if you ever fall sick again, I swear, I’ll throw you out of this bed myself.” I let out a weak chuckle. “Noted.” Before I could ask her if she had come into my room last night, a nurse entered, pushing a small cart with trays of food. She set them down on the table beside me. “Breakfast is here,” she said with a polite smile. Sally’s eyes

LAURA'S POV Sitting in my pathetic hospital bed, I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. The dull white walls of this cheap room suffocated me. Sleeping here last night made my anger rise I didn’t belong here. I should be in the VIP ward, pampered and cared for. I should be the one everyone was visiting. But instead, I was rotting here alone. No one had come to see me. Not a single soul, not even Jason. But Ava? That wretched woman? She was basking in the attention. She had a lot of people by her side but I had no one. A knock on the door made me snap my head up. One of the nurses I had paid handsomely to keep an eye on Ava and report back to me slipped inside. Her gaze flickered with hesitation, but I didn’t care about her nerves. I wanted information. “Well?” I snapped, sitting up straighter. The nurse swallowed before speaking. “Mr. Campbell came to visit her, but she didn’t let him in.” I froze. “What?” I hissed, my hands gripping the shee

ALEX'S POV I walked down the quiet hospital hallway, my footsteps echoing against the cold floor. I came to see Ava since I left in such a hurry the last time. As I neared her ward, I noticed a nurse walking out of her room. She wore a nose mask and moved quickly, her head slightly lowered, as if she didn’t want to be noticed. For a second, I frowned. Something about her seemed off. My guts told me to stop her but I shook the thought away. Maybe she was just in a hurry. It wasn’t unusual for hospital staff to be busy. I pushed the door open and stepped inside and then my heart stopped. Ava was convulsing. Her body jerked violently against the bed, her fingers twitching uncontrollably. The IV stand rattled beside her. Her lips parted as if she was gasping for air, but no sound came out. Her face was pale – too pale. Panic slammed into my chest like a sledgehammer. “Ava!” I shouted, rushing to her side. My heart was pounding so loudly, that I could barely think. Her e

ALEX’S POV I watched as Carter’s fingers moved fast on the keyboard, searching the system. He pulled up the access records, scrolling through the list of employees who entered the VIP ward at that time. I stood behind him, my body tense, my hands curled into fists. My eyes stayed glued to the screen, waiting for something, anything that could tell us who she was. Then, a name popped up. “There,” Carter pointed. “An entry at the exact time she walked in.” Sandra Miller. I frowned. That was her real name? Why would she use her actual hospital ID to swipe into the VIP area? If she was trying to poison Ava, wouldn’t she at least try to hide her identity? That only meant one thing – she was an amateur. Carter clicked on her profile. A hospital ID photo appeared on the screen. A woman with brown hair tied in a ponytail, green eyes, and a neutral expression stared back at us. She looked ordinary. Just another nurse. I clenched my jaw. But she wasn’t just another nurse. Cart