Todos los capítulos de DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

Austin’s POVThe cabin near the lake was a rotting shell, its musty air choking me as I slammed the wine bottle against the wall, the glass exploding in a satisfying crash that mirrored the fury boiling in my veins. My heart pounded, a relentless storm, as I caught my reflection in the shattered shards scattered across the floor, my face glaring back—jagged, ugly lines carved across my cheek, a permanent reminder of Olivia’s betrayal. My pulse raced, my throat raw as I gripped the splintered table, my eyes stinging with a surge of rage and longing. My stomach churned, my hands trembling with the ache of memories—Olivia’s laugh from our teenage years, her eyes bright with promises she broke when she chose Lucas. My heart thudded, my eyes burning with the sting of her rejection, the love I’d poured into her, only for her to leave me to burn in that wedding hall fire. My throat tightened, my pulse quickening as I snarled, “You’ll pay, all of you,” my voice echoing in the empty room,

Olivia’s POVThe antiseptic scent of Dr. Harris’s medical kit hung in our bedroom, a sterile reminder of the chaos that had landed me here, confined to bed with my heart pounding like a drum against my ribs. My pulse raced, my throat raw as I lay propped up, my swollen belly tight with Hope’s faint kicks, each one a fragile reassurance after the warehouse nightmare with Austin. My eyes stung, burning with the memory of his face, his cruel threat to take what he wanted, the terrifying moment I’d fainted and woken in my car, the wetness between my thighs leaving me haunted by the fear of what he might have done. My stomach churned, my hands trembling as I clutched the sheets, my heart aching with the guilt of meeting him alone, thinking I could protect Lucas, Lily, and Noah by reasoning with a monster. Lucas stood beside me, his cane resting against the bed, his eyes blazing with worry, his heart fierce with love as he held my hand, his pulse steadying mine, his throat tightening wi

Lucas’s POVThe hospital corridor stretched endlessly before me, its s white walls closing in as my heart pounded like a trapped animal, torn between two unbearable truths: Olivia was in the delivery room, fighting to bring Hope into the world prematurely, and Lily and Noah were missing, possibly in Austin’s hands. My pulse raced, my throat raw as I stood frozen, my hands trembling at my sides, my eyes stinging with a blank, paralyzing dread. My stomach churned, my heart aching with the weight of failure—my children, my wife, all at risk because I hadn’t stopped Austin. My pulse faltered, my throat tightening as my mind went numb, unable to process whether to focus on Olivia’s labor or the nightmare of Lily and Noah’s screams from her dream, now a horrifying reality after the school confirmed they never arrived. My eyes burned, my heart thudding with the image of Austin’s face, his mocking voice from the quarry call, vowing to destroy my family. My hands shook, my pulse quickenin

Olivia’s POVThe hospital room’s sterile light stung my eyes as I woke, my heart pounding like a trapped bird, heavy with the hope that the nightmare—Lily and Noah running from Austin’s blade—had been just that, a cruel dream. But the pitiful faces surrounding me—Vivian’s tear-streaked cheeks, Ethan’s clenched fists and Victoria’s fierce yet broken gaze—shattered that hope. My pulse raced, my throat raw as I gripped the stiff hospital sheets, my eyes stinging with tears that burned hotter than the pain in my body. My stomach churned, my hands trembling as the truth hit me: my children were missing, stolen by Austin, and I’d given birth to Hope, now fighting in a neonatal unit. My heart thudded, my throat tightening until I could barely breathe, my pulse faltering as I pictured Lucas out there, alone, his heart breaking under the same terror that clawed at my soul. My eyes burned, my heart aching with the desperate need to see him, to share this unbearable pain. “Where’s Lucas?”

Lucas’s POVThe neonatal unit’s soft hum wrapped around us as Olivia and I stood before Hope’s incubator, her tiny chest rising and falling, fragile tubes snaking across her delicate frame. My heart thudded, a heavy ache in my chest, as I held Olivia’s hand, her pulse racing against mine, her eyes glistening with a mix of love and fear. My throat burned, my hands trembling as I watched our newborn daughter, so small yet fierce, fighting for every breath. My pulse faltered, my eyes stinging with tears I fought to hold back, my stomach churning with the unbearable truth that while Hope was here, safe for now, Lily and Noah were out there, in Austin’s hands. My heart ached, my throat tightening as we left the unit, Olivia’s steps slow beside me, her pulse steadying mine despite the grief etched into her face. Back in her hospital room, I turned to her, my eyes burning with resolve, my heart fierce with a promise I couldn’t break again. “Olivia, I’m going to be strong,” I said, my v