All Chapters of Ex Husband's Regret ~ Now He Wants Me Back? : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Katherine's POV The room was small and dimly lit, with heavy curtains drawn tightly across the windows. I sat on the worn couch, the weight of exhaustion pressing heavily on me. The safe house wasn’t what I was used to—nothing about it screamed luxury or comfort—but it would have to do. For now.I ran my fingers through my hair, wincing as my hand brushed against a bruise on my temple. The crash had left me battered, but my real wounds were invisible, buried deep under layers of anger and frustration. My phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking my thoughts. I grabbed it quickly, checking the secure line for updates from my allies.“We’ve confirmed it,” a voice said on the other end. It was Marco, one of my most trusted men. “The police are looking for you. Your name and description are already out.”I gritted my teeth, my nails digging into the arm of the couch. “Of course they are,” I muttered, more to myself than to Marco. “They don’t waste time when it’s me.”“You need to stay p

Jayden's POV The house felt different with Danielle in it. It wasn’t just that there was another person around; it was her. Every room seemed to hold a memory of her, of us, and now, her presence brought those memories to life. As I watched her move around the living room, carefully unpacking the few things she’d brought, I started to ask myself again why I'd let her go. How I'd not seen that she belonged with me. It had been a long time since we’d lived together, but seeing her here now stirred feelings I thought I’d buried. Memories of laughter, quiet nights, and the way she used to look at me with so much trust—they all came rushing back, sharper than I’d expected. And the worst part? The guilt. It clung to me like a second skin, a constant reminder of how badly I’d handled things.I leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her from a distance. She seemed hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she belonged here. That hesitation stung because it was my fault. I was the one who had

Danielle's POVThe message came late in the evening, a sudden buzz of my phone pulling me out of a moment of peace. I was curled up on the couch, the baby monitor next to me, with Jayden just a room away going over security plans with Charles. When I opened the text, my stomach dropped, my heart hammering so hard I could barely breathe.“You can’t hide behind Jayden forever. You think you’ve won because of that baby? Guess what? You’ve just given me the perfect way to break you. Watch your back.”I stared at the screen, bile rising in my throat. My hands shook as I reread the message, the words blurring as tears filled my eyes. There was no name attached, no number, but I didn’t need one. I knew exactly who had sent it.Katherine.Even though she wasn’t here, her presence felt like a shadow hanging over me. The threat was clear, her venom dripping from every word. She wasn’t just coming for me, she was threatening my child.I rushed out of the living room, barely aware of my movements

Jayden's POV I noticed it first when Fred started visiting more frequently. It wasn’t just the occasional drop-by or the polite check-in. He lingered longer than I liked, his tone too warm when he spoke to Danielle. I tried not to let it bother me at first. After all, Danielle and I were in a delicate situation. We were trying to navigate our new dynamic after her move back in, trying to find balance for the sake of our child. But Fred's presence was becoming impossible to ignore.He wasn’t family. He wasn’t a close friend. He was just... Visiting. Always.One afternoon, I strode out of my study and found him in the living room talking with Danielle. I leaned against the doorway, unnoticed for a moment, observing the way he leaned forward, speaking softly but insistently. Danielle looked uneasy. She wasn’t arguing with him, but she wasn’t agreeing either. I cleared my throat, and both of them looked up.“Jayden,” Danielle said, startled. She stood, smoothing her hands over her jean

Jayden's POVDanielle had gone quiet after Fred left. I watched her through the corner of my eye as I paced the living room. She had gone upstairs shortly after dinner, retreating to her room with the baby. And though I respected her space, I couldn’t stop myself from worrying.Katherine was out there somewhere, plotting God knows what. And now Fred was showing up, stirring things up, making everything worse. I knew he'd never return. Not after the last time. But I didn't also want him reaching out to Danielle and trying to make her see why she needed to be away from me. I finally pushed myself off the couch and climbed the stairs. The hall was dimly lit, and I paused outside Danielle’s room. The door was cracked open, and I could see her standing by the baby cot. The soft glow of the nightlight bathed her in warm light, highlighting the gentle curve of her face. She was leaning over slightly, her fingers brushing against the blanket as if making sure the baby was still there, still