All Chapters of DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Olivia's POV The morning light spilled into the kitchen, pale and unforgiving, as I stood at the counter, my hands trembling while I cracked eggs into a bowl, the sizzle of butter in the pan a hollow distraction from the storm raging in my chest. My throat ached, tears threatening as I whisked the eggs, my movements mechanical, my mind replaying every mistake, every moment I’d chosen Lucas’s chaos over Austin’s stability.The house was too quiet, its emptiness a stark reminder of Austin’s absence, his decision to go on our planned trip alone a rejection that cut deeper than his words. I’d hoped to find him here this morning, to talk, to explain, to beg for forgiveness, but the bed was cold, his keys gone, his phone unreachable. My chest heaved, a sob catching as I plated my breakfast—scrambled eggs, toast, a mug of coffee I knew I wouldn’t drink—its normalcy a cruel contrast to the chaos of my heart. I sat at the table, my hands wrapping around the mug, my eyes staring blankly a

Olivia's POV The days bled into one another, a haze of quiet despair that draped over me like a heavy blanket, my body sinking into the couch, my heart numb from the storm that had ravaged it. I’d lain around, untouched by the world, my phone dormant, my tears dried but my chest still tight with the weight of Austin’s absence, his demand to prove my commitment by staying away from Lucas, and my own reckless outburst about divorce. I’d surprised myself, though—work, the one constant I could control, had pulled me through. Natayla had sent emails, reports, deadlines, and I’d completed them, my focus sharp, my mind oddly free of Lucas’s shadow, his name a fleeting thought rather than the anchor it had been. That morning, I sat at my desk, my laptop open, a video call with Natayla filling the screen, her crisp voice a tether to normalcy. “Olivia, the quarterly projections are in,” she said, her tone professional but warm, her glasses glinting as she adjusted them, her office backgr

Olivia's POV My heart pounded, a frantic rhythm of confusion, guilt, and fear, my chest heaving as I tried to make sense of his reaction, the sudden shift from trust to rage. The contract—to stay away from Lucas Preston, to commit to our marriage—felt like a noose now, its weight a judgment on my desperate plea to visit Lucas together, to see him one last time, to close that chapter with Austin by my side. My tears stung, my throat raw as I sat frozen, the pen slipping from my fingers, the memory of our lovemaking, his kisses, his “I love you,” now tainted by the hurt in his eyes, the slow shake of his head, the storm I’d unleashed with my request.I couldn’t breathe, the silence suffocating, my mind racing with the need to fix this, to make him understand. My chest ached, guilt flooding me for pushing him, for letting Lucas’s shadow creep back into our fragile reconciliation. I’d chosen Austin at the airport, turned away from Lucas’s crisis, but my heart hadn’t fully let go, an

Olivia's POV The street was a blur of fading daylight and distant traffic, but my world had narrowed to Lucas Preston’s retreating figure, his back to me as he walked away.I was angry at him for reappearing, for stirring the love I’d fought to bury, for choosing his new family over the history we’d shared. Jealousy, bitter and raw, for Amelia, for the child they’d created, a bond I’d never given him, a life I’d never been part of. Fear, cold and gripping, that this was truly the end, that I’d lose him forever—not just to prison, not just to divorce, but to a life where I no longer mattered. My tears streamed, my chest heaving, my hands trembling as I stood by my car, the weight of his forehead kiss a lingering burn, a goodbye I hadn’t wanted but couldn’t escape.My mind spiraled, a desperate, aching thought piercing through the chaos: maybe if I’d given him a child, we’d have been together, no matter what. A child might have anchored us, forced us to fight for what we had, to cl

Olivia's POV My heart pounded, a frantic drumbeat of fear and adrenaline, my hands trembling as I saw the broken pieces of the vase. Ethan lay sprawled beneath Marcus’s limp body, his breath ragged, his face bloodied but alive, and relief flooded me, a wave that nearly buckled my knees. I rushed to him, my voice a choked gasp, my hands shaking as I grabbed his arm, pulling him free, my tears falling as I helped him to his feet. “Ethan, are you okay?” I said, my words rushed, my eyes searching his, my chest heaving with the weight of what I’d done, the violence that had saved him but left me reeling.Ethan nodded, his hand gripping my shoulder, his voice hoarse but steady. “I’m fine, Liv,” he said, his eyes warm with gratitude, his breath uneven. “You saved my ass. Thank you.” But my relief was short-lived, my mind spiraling, my hands fidgeting as I glanced at Marcus, motionless on the floor, blood pooling beneath his head, his chest still.My voice trembled as I turned to