All Chapters of DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Chapter 201 - Chapter 205

Lucas's POV The café door swung shut behind me, the jingle of its bell fading into the city’s hum, but my heart pounded with a euphoric rhythm, each beat a triumphant echo of Austin’s confession. My hands trembled with adrenaline, my throat burning with the thrill of success, my jaw unclenching as I slid into the driver’s seat of my car, my chest heaving with the weight of what I’d just accomplished. The speaker in my jacket had caught it all—his smug admission to Ryan’s father’s murder, his threat to kill me in prison, his arrogance laid bare. My throat tightened, my heart racing with the hope that this was the turning point, my chest aching with the realization that Olivia was safe for now, my hands steadying as I grabbed my phone, my jaw grinding with the urgency to share the news. My love for Olivia, a steady flame, burned through the dread, urging me to act fast, to ensure Austin’s words reached Hargrove, my lawyer, before the police closed in.I typed a quick text to Ethan

Olivia’s POV The drive to the police station felt like a descent into a nightmare, the car’s hum a mocking contrast to the storm raging in my chest. My heart pounded, a frantic pulse that echoed the fear and guilt that had consumed me since Austin’s bruised entrance, his demand that I lie for him, my desperate text to Ethan begging for a way out. My hands trembled, clutching my purse, my throat tightening with the suffocating weight of regret, my jaw clenching as I sat beside Austin, his presence a blade that pierced my chest with every glance. My breath came shallow, my chest heaving with the realization that I’d chosen him over Lucas, that I’d let his lies blind me, that I’d condemned an innocent man to prison. Ethan’s text had been a lifeline, a spark that warmed my chest but deepened my dread: “Hold tight, Liv. Hargrove’s using his police connection to get Austin arrested at the station. Stay calm.” My heart thudded, my throat easing as I reread the words, my hands steadying

Olivia’s POVThe prison’s waiting area was a cold, sterile purgatory, its flickering lights casting jagged shadows across the linoleum floor, amplifying the dread that churned in my chest. My heart pounded, a relentless drumbeat that echoed the nervous anticipation gripping me as I stood outside the visiting room, the decision to see Lucas—a choice I’d made myself—now a weight that threatened to crush me. My hands trembled, clutching the strap of my purse, my throat tightening with a suffocating mix of fear and guilt. My jaw clenched, my breath shallow as I glanced at Lily, her tiny hands clutching his shirt as I carried her. Her giggles a spark that warmed my heart but pierced it with the shame of my role in taking her father away. My chest heaved, my heart racing with the fear of facing Lucas, of seeing judgment in his eyes, my throat burning with the desperate need to apologize, to make things right. My chest aching with the weight of every harsh word I’d spoken against him,