Todos os capítulos de Let Me Go, Ex Husband!: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Iris’ Pov The house felt too small, too quiet. It was suffocating. I needed to get out, even if just for a little while. I put on my jacket, grabbed my purse, and made my way out the door. I had no destination in mind, just needed to walk, to clear my head.As I walked down the street, the cool air brushing against my face, I tried to push thoughts of Orchard away. It wasn’t easy, though. Everywhere I went, memories of him followed. His smile, his touch, the way he used to make me feel so safe. And now, everything felt like it had shattered in an instant.I was lost in my thoughts when a black car pulled up beside me. My heart raced, and my first instinct was to step back, unsure of who it was. The tinted window rolled down slowly, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. But then I saw his face. Orchard’s father.“Miss Iris,” he said kindly. “May I have a moment of your time?”I hesitated for a second, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to talk to anyone about what had happened, but someth

Iris..I felt like the walls were closing in around me, and it became harder to breathe. My hands trembled as I clutched the phone, and the room seemed to tilt. I was too engrossed in my dilemma, that I didn’t realize Orchard had opened the door with a spare key. “Iris? What’s wrong? Who’s on the phone?” he asked, striding towards me.I couldn’t respond. My mind was spinning, replaying Dave’s words over and over. My voice was stuck, trapped beneath the weight of everything crashing down on me.“I’ll give you some time to think it over,” Dave said smoothly. “But don’t take too long. I’m not a patient man.”He hung up, leaving me in silence. I lowered the phone from my ear, staring at it blankly as tears welled up in my eyes.“Iris?” Orchard sat down beside me, his hand on my shoulder. “What’s going on? Who was that?”I looked at him, my vision blurred by tears. “It’s Dave,” I managed to say, my voice shaking.“What did he want?” Orchard asked, I could feel the anger radiating off him

Orchard…After I dropped Iris off at her father’s house, a deep frustration simmered inside me. She wouldn’t even talk to me, wouldn’t let me explain or even comfort her. But somehow, she was willing to hear Dave out, Dave, of all people. It hurt more than I wanted to admit.I tried to shake it off as I drove back home, but my hands gripped the steering wheel tighter with every passing mile. I couldn’t go home like this, not with my head buzzing and my emotions spiraling. Almost on instinct, I took a detour and pulled into the parking lot of a bar I hadn’t been to in years.Inside, the bar smelled faintly of stale beer. It was quiet, a few people scattered here and there. I walked straight to the counter and ordered a drink. The first glass went down quickly. The second, a little slower. By the third, the frustration started to blur, replaced by a dull ache in my chest.I stared at the glass in my hand, swirling the liquid around, when a shadow loomed over me. I looked up and froze.I

Dave’s Pov I sat in the cold cell, staring at the wall. The sound of distant footsteps and muffled voices echoed through the station. I’d been here for hours, maybe more. Time didn’t matter anymore.The arrest had been quick, almost too easy. The officers hadn’t said much, just that I had “a lot to answer for.” I didn’t argue or fight. What was the point? They knew enough to lock me up, and I didn’t have the strength to deny it.I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. For the first time in years, I felt small. Trapped. Powerless.Then, the sound of heavy footsteps broke my thoughts. I opened my eyes and looked toward the bars. A guard stood there, holding a clipboard.“You’ve got a visitor,” he said.I frowned. A visitor? Who could it be? Slowly, I stood up and followed the guard down the narrow hallway. My hands were cuffed, the cold metal biting into my skin.When we reached the visiting room, I stopped in my tracks. Sitting on the other side of the glass was my father.“S

Dave’s PovAfter the trial ended, I was returned to the cell. I sat on the cold bench, staring at the walls that felt like they were closing in on me. Every second felt like a year, and every thought in my head screamed the same thing: How did it come to this?I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was supposed to be untouchable. This wasn’t the life I envisioned, and yet here I was, caged like an animal. I couldn’t help but think back to the conversation I had with my father. His voice still echoed in my head, sharp and heavy with disappointment.“I’ll think about it,” he had said when I begged him to help me. Think about it? I was his son. What was there to think about?I wanted to scream, to punch the walls, to demand that someone, anyone, get me out of this nightmare. And just as I was about to lose hope, a guard appeared, his voice cutting through the silence.“Mr. Rovers,” he barked. “You’ve been bailed out.”I shot up from the bench so quickly that I almost lost my balance. “What?”“Y