All Chapters of MY EX PUT ME IN JAIL AND NOW HE WANTS ME BACK: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ELI’S POVI stand under the crooked tree, the one that bends unnaturally left like it’s trying to shield itself from the world. I’m waiting for Mia.She’s late.Not that it surprises me.Mia always has a way of arriving just when I’m starting to lose faith.But today feels different.I rub my gloved hands together, not really to warm myself but to do something. I hate standing still. It makes me feel vulnerable, exposed—like a target. Like someone could see how hard I’m trying to keep it all together.Alexander is out of the picture now. Gone. He’s locked up. Just like I planned.I’m thrilled at the fact that my plan worked. It’s for the best. Alexander never deserved her. Not with the past he carries. Not with the things he’s done. Not like I do.With him gone, maybe—just maybe—I’ll finally have the space to show her what love is supposed to look like.Not chaos. Not silence. But safety.I’ll be a shoulder for her to cry on. It’s the perfect opportunity. I can’t help but smile at the

MIA’S POVI don’t wait for permission.I storm through the glass doors of the high-rise like I own the damn building. My heels echo through the floor as I walk. I can feel the fire spreading through my skin with every step I take. The front desk receptionist stammers something about needing an appointment, but I don’t hear her. Don’t care.Camille Voss will see me today.Her personal assistant stands up the second she sees me marching toward the executive suite.“Excuse me, miss? Who are you? Ms. Camille isn’t expecting—”“She will,” I snap.I shove past her before she can finish and throw open the doors to Camille’s office. She sits at her desk, legs crossed, dressed in a grey suit with a porcelain cup of tea in her hand like this is just another Thursday morning.And then she looks up.She doesn’t even look surprised to see me. She has a calm expression with a smile, like she’s already won.“Well,” Camille says smoothly, tilting her head. “You’ve certainly grown bolder. I was wonder

ERIC’S POVThe air in the club is thick with cigar smoke and old money. The music fills my ears as I step past the velvet ropes. My custom-made suit is sharp, clean, expensive—just the way they like it. I adjust my cufflinks and move through the dark room, nodding to the doormen, brushing past women wearing gold jewelry.But this isn’t a night for pleasure. This is business. Dark business.They’re already waiting for me in the VIP suite behind frosted glass panels. Three of them. Old hands, killers in polished shoes. Hector is the quiet one. His silver hair is slicked back. Felix, the youngest, is all quick smiles—too quick. Then there’s Mateo, the middleman, the one who’s always been just smart enough to stay alive and just loyal enough to stay useful.I step inside and they all rise.“Eric,” Mateo greets, reaching out a firm hand. “Been a while.”“It has,” I reply, gripping his palm. “But I don’t waste time unless it’s worth it.”Hector grunts in agreement. Felix motions for me to s

MIA'S POVThe city fades behind us like a bad dream I’m finally waking from. The tall buildings melt into silhouettes. I watch them shrink in the rearview mirror.There’s silence in the car. It’s not heavy, not anymore. It’s a silence I can breathe in.Wendy is curled in the backseat. Her little fingers are wrapped tightly around her stuffed bear, the one with the torn ear and button eyes that have seen more than they ever should’ve. I glance back at her again, just to make sure she’s still there—safe, whole. It hits me, suddenly, how close I came to losing her. How close I came to losing everything.Alexander is quiet. His fingers drum the steering wheel in a soft, steady rhythm, like he’s playing a song only he can hear. His face is calm—too calm—but I know better. That man doesn’t waste energy worrying out loud, but I’ve learned to read between the lines of his silences. I look at him, study the sharp angles of his jaw, the way his eyes flick toward the rearview mirror every few se

ALEXANDER'S POVWendy is fast asleep now inside, curled up in a blanket with her stuffed bear tucked tightly under one arm. Her chest rises and falls and her soft snores fill the quiet space. I just want to protect her forever.Mia sits beside me on the floor. Her head leans lightly on my shoulder. Her hand is tucked in mine. We haven’t moved much since the story ended. The silence between us has turned comfortable. Outside the window, stars stretch across the night sky. It is the perfect timing. It is the perfect night for what I am about to do.I glance down at her hand in mine. I look at her fingers I’ve memorized the feel of, the strength in them, the way they always find me even in the dark.My heart kicks hard against my ribs. The moment has come.I ease myself upright, careful not to wake Wendy. “Mia,” I whisper.She looks up at me with sleepy curiosity. Her brows slightly furrow. “Hmm?”I stand, feeling my heart rate increase. "Come with me. Just for a minute.”She tilts her h