Lahat ng Kabanata ng DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Lucas's POVThe night was a suffocating cloak as I slipped out the back door, Lily cradled tightly in my arms, her tiny body a warm, fragile anchor against the storm raging in my chest. My heart thudded, a frantic, relentless drum, pounding with a fear so raw it felt like it might shatter my ribs, my hands trembling as I held her closer, her soft breaths a fleeting comfort against the chaos threatening to consume me. I scanned the shadows, my chest heaving with the paranoia that Amelia might be lurking, that Austin’s eyes were on me, that the police were seconds away from tearing my daughter from my grasp. The alley was a tunnel of darkness, the car’s silhouette a faint promise of escape, my heart pounding so fiercely I could feel it in my fingertips, my hands shaking as I secured Lily in her car seat, my throat burning with the weight of every decision that had led to this moment—marrying Amelia, letting Olivia go, trusting the wrong people. My eyes darted to the rearview mirror

Olivia's POV The wedding planner’s office was a sanctuary of elegance, its tall windows letting in streams of morning sunlight that danced across swatches of silk and lace on the polished table, but my heart pounded with a restless unease that no amount of bridal beauty could quell. I sat beside Vivian, her laughter a bright spark that warmed my chest, yet my throat tightened with the weight of the past week. My hands fidgeted with the edge of a fabric sample, my chest constricting with the love for Austin that anchored me. My heart raced, my jaw clenching as I tried to focus on Vivian’s wedding, her joy a stark contrast to the storm in my mind, my breath shallow as I thought of Austin’s curt goodbye, his claim that I was shielding Lucas.Vivian’s voice broke through, her tone playful, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “Liv, you’re a million miles away,” she teased, nudging my shoulder, her hands gesturing to a mood board of ivory roses and gold accents, her smile radiant. “Go

Olivia's POV The kitchen was a haven of warmth, the rich aroma of roasting rosemary and simmering tomato sauce curling through the air, wrapping me in a fleeting sense of calm as I stirred the pasta, my hands moving with deliberate precision, my heart pounding with a restless hope that tonight could bridge the chasm between Austin and me. Ethan’s question from earlier—“Do you truly love Austin? If he left you, would it shake you to your core?”—echoed relentlessly in my mind, a sharp blade slicing through my chest, my throat tightening with the weight of my own uncertainty, my jaw clenching as I fought to focus on the dinner I was crafting, a gesture meant to impress Austin, to pull him back from the icy distance that had grown between us over the past month. My heart raced, my breath shallow, my hands trembling as I chopped garlic, the sharp scent stinging my nose, my chest heaving with the effort to anchor myself in this moment. My love for Austin was a steady flame, flickering b

Lucas's POV The hum of Tom’s cluttered office was a constant backdrop, the flickering glow of monitors casting shadows across the room as Ethan and I sat, the tension between us easing into something like camaraderie. My heart thudded, a steady rhythm that carried both relief and unease, my hands resting on my knees, my throat tightening with the weight of our shared purpose.My chest heaved, my jaw clenching as I glanced at Ethan, his eyes fixed on the small TV in the corner, a basketball game flickering across the screen, his casual posture a stark contrast to the storm of doubt and fear that churned in my chest. My heart raced, my breath shallow, my mind replaying our earlier conversation—my confession about Olivia, my regret, my love for her that I’d realized too late. My throat burning with the fear of losing olivia, my chest aching with the resolve to clear my name, to prove Austin’s guilt in Ryan’s father’s murder, a crime I’d been framed for.“Nice shot,” Ethan said, his

Ethan's POVThe poolside was quiet, the soft ripple of water reflecting the moonlight, a deceptive calm that did little to soothe the storm raging in my chest. I sat on a lounge chair, the cold glass of whiskey in my hand a faint anchor against the turmoil that had v£ me since Tom’s revelation about Austin’s tampered CCTV footage. My heart thudded, a relentless drum that echoed my fear, my hands trembling as I swirled the amber liquid, my throat tightening with the weight of my mission—to get Olivia away from Austin, to protect her from a man I’d known since childhood but now suspected was a murderer. My chest heaved, my jaw clenching as I replayed the past days—Lucas’s desperate plea, the gaps in the footage, my own shock at the possibility that Austin, calm and soft-spoken, could be hiding such darkness.The sliding door opened, and Vivian stepped out, her presence a spark that warmed my chest, her eyes soft but searching, her voice gentle but insistent. My heart thudded, my thr