Semua Bab DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Olivia’s POVMy pulse raced, my throat raw as I clutched Lucas’s hand, his fingers trembling against mine, his eyes burning with a torment that mirrored my own. I didn’t trust Austin—not after the warehouse, his scared face looming as I’d fainted, the terror of what he might’ve done haunting me still. But for Lily and Noah, bound and terrified in his grasp, I’d sacrifice anything, even myself. My stomach churned, my hands shaking as I pictured their small faces, their eyes wide with fear, their pulses racing under duct tape from his cruel photo. My heart thudded, my eyes stinging with tears I fought to hold back, my throat tightening with the resolve to bring them home, no matter the cost. Lucas’s pulse faltered, his heart heavy with conflict as he stared at me, his throat burning. “Olivia, you just had Hope,” he said, his voice low and shaky, his eyes glistening with fear. “Your health—I can’t lose you too. Austin’s taking my family, piece by piece.” My heart ached, my pulse

Lucas’s POVThe hospital’s pediatric wing smelled of antiseptic, a stark contrast to the dread that gripped my heart as I stood beside Lily, my pulse racing like a runaway train. I’d specifically asked for a female doctor, my throat raw with the need to make Lily feel safe after everything Austin had put her through. Dr. Patel, a kind-eyed woman with a gentle demeanor, moved carefully around my daughter, her hands steady as she checked Lily’s vitals, her heart resolute with compassion. My eyes stung, tears spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them, my heart thudding with a mix of relief at having Lily back and agony over Olivia and Noah still in Austin’s hands.My pulse faltered, my hands trembling as I watched Lily, her small frame perched on the examination table, her pulse steadying under Dr. Patel’s soothing touch. My stomach churned, my throat tightening as I pictured the bruises I’d seen on her arms in the car, faint but cruel marks of Austin’s malice. My heart ached

Olivia’s POVThe warehouse’s damp air clung to my skin, heavy with the stench of rust and decay, as I sat bound to a chair, my heart pounding like a trapped bird against my ribs. My pulse raced, my throat raw as I stared at Noah, my little boy, tied up across the room, his small frame trembling, his eyes wide with terror, his pulse faltering under the ropes and duct tape sealing his mouth. The pain of seeing him like this—helpless, scared, caught in Austin’s cruel game—was a searing agony that tore through me, my eyes stinging with tears I couldn’t let fall, my stomach churning with a helplessness that crushed my soul. My heart thudded, my throat tightening as I strained against the ropes, my hands trembling with the desperate need to reach him, to shield him from this nightmare. My pulse quickened, my eyes burning as I tried to speak through the tape over my mouth, my muffled cries barely audible, my heart aching with the unbearable weight of being so close yet powerless to save

Lucas’s POVThe warehouse’s dim light cast jagged shadows across the concrete floor, but my heart pounded like a sledgehammer as I rushed toward Olivia and Noah, my pulse racing with a desperate need to hold them. My throat burned, my eyes stinging with relief as I saw Olivia clutching Noah, her eyes glistening, her pulse faltering behind the duct tape still clinging to her face. Noah’s small frame trembled in her arms, his pulse racing, his eyes wide with fear but alive—alive. My heart thudded, my hands trembling as I reached them, ready to pull them into an embrace, but Austin’s mocking laugh sliced through the air, sharp and venomous, sparking a rage that ignited in my chest. My pulse quickened, my throat raw as I spun toward him, his eyes blazing with malice, his heart cold with control despite the blood dripping from his wounded hand. My stomach churned, my eyes burning as I lunged, fists swinging, my heart fierce with fury. “You bastard!” I roared, my voice sharp, my throa

Lucas’s POVThe hospital hallway felt like a cold, it's sterile tunnel, lights buzzing overhead as I stood with Ethan, my heart pounding like a trapped animal against my ribs. My pulse raced, my throat raw from the day’s chaos, my eyes stinging with the weight of Austin’s lingering shadow over my family. Olivia and the kids were resting in their room, but my stomach churned, my hands trembling with the fear that we weren’t safe yet—not with Austin still alive.Ethan leaned against the wall, his eyes burning with exhaustion, his pulse steady but his heart heavy with shared pain. He pulled a small flask from his jacket, his throat tightening as he unscrewed the cap, the faint scent of whiskey cutting through the antiseptic air. “I know it’s a hospital, but you need this,” he said, his voice low, his pulse faltering as he took a sip, his eyes glistening with the strain of everything. My throat burned, my heart thudding as I nodded, accepting the flask, my hands trembling as the bur