All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lyvanne’s POV I couldn’t breathe.My heart pounded in my chest, drowning out every other sound, every other thought. I was stuck—trapped in this godforsaken alley, and the figure standing before me was a nightmare made flesh. The thief wore a mask that only left the cruel glint of his eyes visible, and those eyes? They were cold, calculating, like he had already decided I wasn’t going to see tomorrow. And then Alexander came in.I didn’t know what he was thinking, but there he was, stepping in front of me, like some kind of knight in shining armor. His stance was strong, unyielding. As if he had the right to keep me safe. But why was he doing this? Why him, of all people? My pulse quickened in confusion and fear, my gaze darting from him to the thief.The thief’s voice cut through the tension. “Move out of the way, boy. I don’t want you. I just want her.” He gestured at me with an outstretched hand, his finger pointing at me like I was some kind of prize to be claimed.I took a step

Lyvanne watched as Alexander tried to say a word, but it was as if the pain he was going through at the moment couldn't allow him to let out what was in his mind. She stood speechless, hoping for him to say something, but something unexpected happened before Alexander could say a word. Isabelle, as if possessed by some cruel form of desperation, had shoved past Lyvanne without a second glance and thrown herself at him. The sound of Isabelle’s sobs, her breath coming in sharp, heavy gasps, only added to the suffocating air in the room. She clung to him, burying her face in his chest, as if he were the only anchor in the world. Lyvanne watched them in disgust, the lovey dovey act between the two, and the pain from their betrayal hit her all over again. She knew Isabelle was doing it to get a reaction from her but then it was working, seeing them together refreshed the pains she went through in the prison. Lyvanne’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, everything around her

Two days later, I was sitting in that sterile hospital room, feeling more like a prisoner than a patient. The constant beeping of machines and the distant chatter in the hallway felt suffocating. I couldn't stand the isolation anymore. My body still felt weak, and I couldn’t walk without help, but damn it, I was done with this place.The doctor had insisted I stay longer, at least for another day. But what was the point? I was tired of the monotony. Isabelle hadn't even bothered to show her face since the day I was admitted. The only time I heard from her was when she was using my card for her shopping sprees. If it wasn't so infuriating, it might've been funny. But I wasn’t laughing."Mr. Alexandro, you really should consider staying at least one more day," the doctor said, eyeing me over his glasses. "You’re not in the best shape yet."I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need a babysitter,” I muttered, ignoring the slight ache in my chest as I pushed my

Three Days Later…The sun hovered lazily behind thick clouds as two black luxury cars pulled up at the entrance of the London Metropolitan Police headquarters. Almost in sync, both rear doors opened. It was as if it was planned by both teams, but it was just a coincidence.Alexander stepped out first, his crutches tapping rhythmically against the tiled floor. A few seconds later, Lyvanne alighted from her own car, her sunglasses shielding the cold fury in her eyes.Their eyes met, but briefly. She looked away, uninterested, and walked briskly toward the entrance without waiting or greeting him. Lyvanne wanted to limit their relationship to just professional alone, Alexander helping her was diverting her from her revenge plan, she believed distancing herself from him would harden her heart towards him.Alexander, however, was taken aback by Lyvanne’s behavior, causing him to pause for a moment. His lips curled as he watched Ly

Lyvanne’s POVThe faint hum of my laptop filled the room as I clicked the power button. The screen lit up, and then—my heart stopped. A bold, red warning flashed across the screen:“Just because you survive doesn’t mean you are safe.”A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I slammed the laptop shut, almost throwing it across the room in my panic. My fingers were shaking as I held the closed device, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts. That message. It was the same voice, the same person who had written on my mirror, the same person who had almost abducted me just days ago. A sickening realization gnawed at me: they were watching me. Still watching me.I grabbed my phone, hands trembling as I dialled Matteo's number, but I couldn’t even think straight enough to speak. My voice cracked as I tried to explain what had just happened, but the words came out jumbled, incoherent. "Lyvanne? What’s going on? Calm down, I can’t underst