Semua Bab DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Olivia's POV The kitchen was a battlefield, the air thick with the metallic tang of fear and the echo of Austin’s knife slicing through the air, its blade a deadly arc aimed at Marcus. My heart pounded, a frantic drumbeat in my chest, my body pinned in Marcus’s bruising grip, his hand a vise around my arm as he dragged me toward the door, his threat a dark promise that chilled my blood. Austin’s face was a mask of fury, his eyes cold, his voice a low growl—“, my tears streaming, my breath shallow as Marcus’s strength overwhelmed me, his obsession with finding Vivian and Aiden. My chest heaved, my voice a choked plea, my eyes locked on Austin, desperate for rescue, for safety, for the life we’d fought to reclaim.Marcus dodged the knife, his reflexes sharp, his body twisting as the blade embedded itself in the doorframe with a dull thud, its failure sparking a rage that made my stomach lurch. His hand shot to my neck, his fingers tightening, a crushing grip that stole my breath, m

Olivia's povI sat in the living room, my eyes fixed on Austin, as the image of Marcus’s lifeless body, the blood pooling beneath his neck, Austin’s trembling hands dropping the gun, his panicked voice—“I didn’t mean to, I’m not good with guns”—played in an endless loop in my mind, a haunting reminder of the chaos I’d dragged him into. My heart ached, my tears threatening as I watched him move about the house, his face still pale, his eyes shadowed with a guilt I knew mirrored my own. I’d brought Marcus into our lives, my loyalty to Vivian, my inability to stay away from trouble, had forced Austin to become something he wasn’t—a man who’d taken a life to save mine. My chest tightened, my breath shallow, my hands fidgeting as I stood, my voice soft, my heart racing with the need to comfort him, to make amends for the mess I’d made.“Austin, are you okay?” I said, my words trembling, my eyes searching his, my hands reaching for his arm as he passed by, his steps heavy, his silence

Olivia's POV The car hummed softly as I pulled into the driveway, the familiar sight of our house was a quiet anchor after the emotional whirlwind of the day. My hands gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my heart still racing from the hospital visit, from Lucas’s soft apology—“I hope Austin’s doing that for you”My chest ached with guilt, the contract I’d signed to stay away from Lucas Preston a silent vow I’d bent for Aiden’s sake, a choice that now gnawed at me as I glanced at the boy in the backseat, his T-Rex toy clutched tightly, his grin wide with gratitude. My tears threatened, my breath shallow, my heart heavy with the fear of what Austin would think, what his calm exterior might hide, what my honesty might cost us.I turned off the engine, my voice soft but firm, my eyes meeting Aiden’s in the rearview mirror, my heart racing with the need to keep him safe, to keep us grounded.“Aiden, buddy,” I said, my words careful, my smile forced but warm, my hands gesturin

Olivia's POV The car passed through the Tuscan countryside, the golden hills and cypress trees fading into the dusk, but Austin's words were still lingering in my mind, replaying like a broken record. My heart pounded, my hands twisting in my lap until my knuckles ached, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I sat beside him, his calm presence both a lifeline and a source of torment. My eyes stung with unshed tears, my throat tight with the fear that I wasn’t ready, that I was still tethered to Lucas. My stomach churned, my fingers trembling as I glanced at him, his hand steady on the wheel, his eyes soft but focused.“Don’t overthink it, Liv,” Austin said, his voice low and gentle, his glance catching mine, his smile was faint but warm. “Take your time, think it through. No pressure, okay?” His words were meant to comfort, but they only fueled my spiraling thoughts, my mind racing with the implications of a family—a child with his smile, his kindness, his strength—collidi

Olivia's POV My heart was alight with a sudden, electric joy as Ethan’s words sank in—he was proposing to Vivian, my best friend, my sister-in-law, the woman who’d stood by me through every storm. My chest swelled, my eyes stinging with tears, my hands trembling with excitement as I faced him. My throat tightened, my breath uneven as I gripped his hands, my voice bursting with enthusiasm, my heart pounding with the thrill of being part of this moment. “Ethan, I’ve got you,” I said, my words rushed, my smile wide, my tears spilling over as I squeezed his hands, my joy a tidal wave that washed away the lingering weight of my sleepless night, Austin’s question about kids, the shadow of Lucas. “Send me the details, everything you need—location, setup, timing. I’ll make sure it’s perfect.”Ethan’s face relaxed, his eyes glistening, his voice low but fervent, his hands returning my squeeze. “Thanks, Liv,” he said, his tone thick with relief, his hands gesturing wildly, his excitement