Todos os capítulos de DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

Lucas’s POVThe hospital’s sterile walls closed in around me, the antiseptic smell burning my nose as I sat outside the operating room, my heart pounding like a war drum, each beat a reminder of the doctor’s words that had shattered my world: a discrepancy in Lily’s blood type. My hands trembled, gripping Olivia’s, her warmth a fierce anchor that kept me from unraveling, but my chest heaved with a suffocating mix of fear and confusion, my throat tightening as I tried to process what it meant. My jaw clenched, my breath shallow as I caught Olivia’s concerned gaze, her eyes searching mine, her heart open with worry. My chest ached, my heart racing with the dread that Lily wasn’t mine, my throat burning with the fear that she was still in danger, my jaw grinding with the resolve to focus on her survival, to push aside the gnawing questions until she was safe.“Are you okay, Lucas?” Olivia asked, her voice soft, her hands squeezing mine, her throat tightening with the need to reach me

Olivia’s POVThe dust had settled, or so it seemed, but the air in Ethan’s cozy living room felt heavy with unspoken questions as I watched Lucas cradle Lily, her tiny hands clutching his shirt.My heart pounded, a steady rhythm that echoed the love and fear that had intertwined since the hospital, since Amelia’s arrest, since the truth about Lily’s paternity had shattered Lucas’s world. My hands trembled, clutching the edge of the couch, my throat tightening with the worry that gnawed at me as I studied him—his eyes soft with love for Lily, but shadowed with a weight I couldn’t fully grasp. My chest heaved, my jaw clenching as I fought the urge to reach out, to bridge the distance I felt growing between us, my heart racing with the fear that he wasn’t ready to face this new reality alone. My love for him, a fierce anchor, pulled at my chest, my throat burning with the need to protect him and Lily, my jaw grinding with the guilt of failing them before.Lucas stood, his movements car

Olivia’s POVThe kiss lingered on my lips, a warm, electrifying pulse that sent my heart pounding, its rhythm echoing the love and longing that had built up through all our trials. Lucas’s lips had been both tender and fierce, his hand cradling my cheek, his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me into a moment that felt like a promise, a reclaiming of what we’d nearly lost. My chest heaved, my throat tightening with the overwhelming rush of emotions—love, relief, and a fragile hope that we could rebuild. My hands trembled, still resting on his arms, my jaw unclenching as I stood in Lily’s nursery, the soft glow of the moon-shaped nightlight casting shadows across his face. My heart raced, my throat burning with the joy of his closeness, my chest aching with the love that anchored me to him, my jaw grinding with the fear that this moment might slip away.He pulled back, his eyes searching mine, his heart open with a vulnerability that pierced my chest. “Why do you love me, Olivia?

Lucas's POVThe morning sun beamed through the curtains, painting Olivia’s face with a soft golden glow as I woke, my heart pounding with a warmth that felt like a gift I’d never stop cherishing. Her lips curved in a peaceful slumber, her beauty a quiet force that tightened my throat and made my chest ache with love. My hands rested still, as I stared, my heart racing with the realization that this—waking up to her—was something I wanted forever. My throat burned, my chest heaving with the weight of our past, the trials we’d overcome—Amelia’s betrayal, Lily’s crisis, my own failures—and the fragile hope that we could build a future. My heart thudding with the resolve to make this permanent, to bind us legally, to make her mine in every way. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, a smile breaking across her face like dawn over the horizon, sending my heart racing. “You’re staring again,” she said, her voice soft, her eyes sparkling with playful accusation, her heart open with war

Lucas’s POVThe reception hall buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses, but my heart pounded like a drum, each beat echoing the nervous excitement that had gripped me since waking to Olivia’s face that morning. My chest heaved, my throat tightening as I wove through the crowd, my hands trembling with the weight of the decision I’d made—proposing to Olivia, here, today, to make our love permanent, legally bound. My chest ached with the love that anchored me to her, my hands steadying as I spotted Olivia’s father, Mr Richards, near the bar, his familiar broad shoulders a beacon in the chaos. My heart thudded, my jaw grinding with the need to speak to him, to reaffirm the promise I’d made when I sought his blessing to marry her years ago, a promise I’d broken but now vowed to keep.I approached, my voice low, my hands gesturing, my heart guarded with nerves. “Mr Richards, can we talk?” I said, my throat tightening, my chest heaving with the weight of my intent. He turned, his eyes