All Chapters of DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Lucas's POV The diner’s fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a harsh glow across the chipped vinyl booth where I sat, my heart pounding with a fragile hope that felt like it could shatter under the weight of my reality. My hands gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles whitening, my throat tightening with the rush of elation from Carla’s identification of Austin, a breakthrough that had ignited a spark in my chest, only to be tempered by the fear that it wasn’t enough. My chest heaved, my jaw clenching as I waited for Hargrove, my lawyer, to join me, my breath shallow, my heart racing with the anticipation of laying out my progress—Carla’s testimony, her finger pointing at Austin’s photo, a side and back view that could finally start unraveling the frame job that had stolen my freedom. Hargrove strode in, his weathered briefcase thudding onto the table, his gray eyes sharp but steady, his presence a spark that warmed my chest, his gruff professionalism a steady flame t

Olivia's POV The restaurant buzzed with the soft hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the warm glow of pendant lights casting a cozy ambiance over the tables, but none of it could quell the storm of confusion roiling in my chest. My hands fidgeted with the edge of the napkin on my lap, my throat tightening as I sat across from Vivian, her familiar smile a faint comfort against the unease that had taken root since Ethan’s abrupt exit from my office. My jaw clenched, my breath shallow as I tried to focus on the moment, my chest heaving with the resolve to reconnect with my best friend, to find some clarity amidst the chaos. Vivian’s eyes sparkled as she sipped her wine, her presence a spark that warmed my chest, her laughter a steady flame that eased my tension, but my heart pounded with the question I couldn’t hold back.My hands steadied, as I leaned forward, my voice soft but laced with concern, my chest aching with the hope that she’d shed light on Ethan’s strange beh

Lucas's POV The safe house was a claustrophobic cocoon, its dim fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting stark shadows across the cluttered desk where I sat, my heart pounding with a mix of frustration and dwindling hope. My hands hovered over the laptop, my throat tightening as I stared at the GPS tracker’s interface, the blinking dot marking Austin’s car—a dot that barely moved, a mocking reminder of how little progress I’d made. My jaw clenched, my breath shallow as I traced his patterns, or lack thereof, my chest heaving with the realization that Austin wasn’t giving me anything to work with. He didn’t go anywhere suspicious—no shady meetings, no hidden lairs—just endless hours parked at a café near Olivia’s company, lurking like a predator watching its prey. My hands trembled, my jaw grinding as I leaned back, my heart thudding with the fear that the tracker, my last tangible lead, was useless for now.I closed the laptop, my throat tightening, my hands clenching into fi

Olivia's POV The morning light beamed through the blinds of my office, casting thin stripes across the desk where I sat with Nataliya, our laptops open, reports spread out like a battlefield of numbers and deadlines. My heart thudded, a restless pulse that mirrored the unease lingering from Ethan’s accusation days ago—his claim that I was still in love with Lucas. My hands fidgeted with a pen, my throat tightening as I tried to focus on the quarterly projections Natalyia was explaining, my jaw clenching with the resolve to keep my life from spiraling. My breath came shallow, my chest heaving with the weight of unanswered questions.Natalyia’s voice cut through my thoughts, her tone sharp but warm, her hands gesturing over a spreadsheet, her presence a spark that grounded me in the moment. “Olivia, if we push the marketing campaign to next quarter, we can allocate more budget to R&D,” she said, her eyes focused, her heart open with the drive to get this right. My heart steadied, my

Lucas's POV The city streets blurred into a gray haze as I gripped the steering wheel, my heart hammering like a war drum, each beat a visceral echo of the desperation clawing at my chest. The GPS tracker’s blinking dot on my phone, pinned to the café near Olivia’s company, was my only tether to Austin, the man I was certain had framed me for Ryan’s father’s death, the man who threatened everything I held dear. My hands trembled, slick with sweat, my throat tightening as if squeezed by an invisible fist, my jaw grinding so hard I felt the ache in my teeth. My breath came in shallow gasps, my chest heaving with the weight of what lay ahead—a confrontation that could either clear my name or destroy me. My heart racing with the resolve to protect Olivia, to expose Austin’s lies, my chest aching with the unbearable thought of losing them both. My hands tightened on the wheel, my jaw clenching as I navigated the traffic, my heart pounding with the dread that the police were closing