All Chapters of DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

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,

Amelia’s POVThe visiting room’s cold, gray walls closed in around me, the sterile stench of bleach burning my nose as I sat, my heart pounding with a volatile mix of anticipation and dread. My hands trembled, clutching the edge of the metal chair, my throat tightening with the bitter sting of expectation as I waited for Lucas to walk through that door. My jaw clenched, my breath shallow as I braced myself for his reaction, my chest heaving with the desperate hope that he’d show some flicker of regret, some sign that he missed me, that he cared. My love for him, a twisted flame, flickered with a fierce determination to reclaim what was mine, my throat burning with the resentment that had festered since he’d left me, since he’d chosen Olivia over our family, over Lily. My heart raced, my chest aching with the pain of his abandonment, my jaw grinding with the resolve to make him see me, to force him to acknowledge the wife he’d discarded.When Lucas stepped in, his eyes widened, the

Olivia’s POVThe courtroom felt suffocating, as I slipped back into my seat, my heart pounding with a mix of relief and anxiety. The judge’s gavel rested on the bench, a silent threat that judgment was imminent, and Lucas’s fate hung in the balance. My jaw clenched, my breath shallow as I scanned the room for my father, who had been holding Lily, when I’d stepped out to compose myself. My chest heaved, my heart racing with a sudden, inexplicable dread as I noticed his empty seat, the absence a blade that pierced my chest. My love for Lucas, a fierce anchor, pulled at my heart, my throat burning with the fear that something was wrong, my chest aching with the guilt of leaving Lily, even for a moment.I leaned toward Vivian, seated beside me, her calm presence a steady flame that usually soothed me, but now only heightened my unease. My heart thudded, my throat tightening as I whispered, my voice soft but urgent, my hands trembling with the need to know. “Vivian, where’s Dad?” I