Lahat ng Kabanata ng DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Olivia's POV My heart was still racing, my chest tight with a wild mix of joy and vulnerability from my announcement to Austin—I’d said yes to a family, to kids, to a future with him, the words a leap that left my hands trembling, my eyes stinging with tears of love and fear. His hand held mine, his fingers warm and steady. My throat burned, my breath uneven as I leaned into him, my body buzzing with the weight of my choice, the memory of Lucas’s shadow fading but not gone. Aiden’s playful joke about a “playmate” had lightened the moment, his giggle a spark that warmed us all, but Austin’s eyes held mine, his gaze was intense with a wide smile. His voice was low and fervent as he leaned closer, his words a were jolt that sent my heart soaring.“Liv, that announcement,” he said, his tone thick with emotion, his hand squeezing mine, his eyes glistening with a mix of pride and longing. “It’s making me want to do a proper proposal, you know? Get down on one knee, make it official all

Lucas's POV The living room was a sanctuary of soft light, the late afternoon sun beamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the plush couch where I sat, cradling Lily in my arms. Her tiny mouth worked the bottle of formula, her gurgles a delicate melody that soothed my frayed nerves, her wide, trusting eyes locking onto mine, stirring a love so fierce it made my chest ache, my throat tighten.My heart pounded, a steady rhythm of devotion, my fingers steady but shaking with the responsibility of fatherhood, the only thing that kept me grounded in the chaos of my life. The past months had been a relentless storm—Olivia’s tearful goodbye, the gunshot that had nearly ended me, Amelia’s constant presence, her ring on my finger a choice I’d made for Lily, not for love. My eyes stung, my breath uneven as I pushed thoughts of Olivia aside, her smile a ghost that haunted me, my love for her was buried beneath my duty to my daughter.The peace shattered when Amelia stormed in,

Lucas's POV My eyes stung with unshed tears, my chest aching with the thought of Olivia starting a family with Austin, a life I’d let slip away, a pain that cut deeper than I’d expected. The air was heavy with my confessions, my voice raw as I poured out my desperation, my thoughts of divorce, of escape, of clearing my name.A sharp buzz from my phone jolted me, my heart leaping, my breath catching, my hands fumbling as I grabbed it, the screen flashing my private investigator’s name—Tom. My throat tightened, my eyes darting to James, my voice low but urgent. “It’s Tom,” I said, my words rushed, my heart racing with a mix of hope and dread, my chest heaving with the possibility of answers. “I need to take this. Hang on.” James nodded, his eyes narrowing, his hands resting on his knees, his concern a quiet force that steadied me as I answered, my voice sharp. “Tom, you got something?”“I’m outside,” Tom said, his tone clipped, his urgency a spark that ignited my nerves. “Got n

Olivia's POV The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of my office, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow that felt at odds with the restless churn in my chest. I settled into my chair, my heart thudding with a familiar mix of determination and unease, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the stack of forwarded mail on my desk. The hum of the office was a comforting backdrop—phones ringing softly, the murmur of conversations, the clack of keyboards—but it couldn’t quiet the undercurrent of doubt that had lingered since Tuscany. My hands moved mechanically, my heart racing as I opened one email after another, my mind half-focused on work, half-lost in thoughts of Austin’s smile, his steady presence, the future we were building.One email stopped me cold, my heart lurching, my breath catching as I scanned the sender’s address—anonymous, no name, just a string of numbers and letters. My throat burned, my hands trembling as I opened it, my eyes narrowing at the word

Olivia's POV The café’s warmth lingered in my chest as I stepped back into my office, the scent of coffee and fresh bread clinging to my clothes, a faint comfort against the unease that had settled like a stone in my heart. My phone buzzed, jolting my heart, my hands fumbling as I grabbed it, my eyes scanning the screen, my chest tightening as I read Austin’s text: “Can’t pick you up tonight, Liv. Driver’s coming instead.” My heart sank as I stared at the words, their curtness a sharp contrast to his usual warmth. My hands trembled, my chest heaving with the fear that our argument about Lucas was driving a wedge between us, my throat tightening with the regret of not addressing it better, of not convincing him I was on his side. I typed a quick reply—“Okay, see you at home”— my heart aching with the hope that we could fix this, that his coldness was temporary, that our love would pull us through.The day dragged on, through meetings and emails, my hands fidgeting with pens, my ey