Semua Bab DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Lucas’s POVI knew something was wrong the moment Amelia walked into my office, her eyes glinting with something far too smug for my liking.She moved with a purpose, shutting the door behind her and sauntering over to my desk like she owned the place. That was Amelia—always trying to stake her claim, to remind everyone, including me, of her presence."Lucas," she purred, perching on the edge of my desk. "Have you seen the news?"I barely glanced up from the contract I was reviewing. "No. Should I have?"Her lips curled into a smile, but there was something calculated in it. "Oh, you definitely should."She pulled out her phone, tapping a few times before turning the screen toward me.And just like that, my morning turned to hell.The video played in crisp quality—security footage from outside the building where Olivia and Amelia had fought. But it had been carefully edited. It started with Olivia shoving Amelia, then the slap, then the chaos that followed. The worst part? The audio w

Lucas’s POVI had no intention of getting involved. Not at first.When I saw Olivia walk into the restaurant, my first instinct was to turn away, to pretend I hadn’t seen her. My anger was still raw, simmering beneath the surface from our last encounter. She had pushed me away, over and over again, acting like I meant nothing. If that was what she wanted, fine. I had convinced myself that I didn’t care anymore.But then I heard her voice—low, sharp, filled with something that made my stomach twist. I turned my head just in time to see Ryan West’s hand clamp around her wrist, his expression dark with something far too familiar. I knew that look.Possessive. Controlling. Dangerous.Before I even realized it, I was on my feet.“Let her go.” My voice was calm, but there was a warning in it. A dangerous edge.Ryan turned to me, barely sparing me a glance before tightening his grip on Olivia’s wrist. “This has nothing to do with you.”“Everything about her is my business,” I shot back. I st

Olivia’s POVI sat in my office, gripping the edge of my desk so tightly my knuckles turned white.Lucas was in jail because of me.I had tried to focus on work, tried to push the weight of my guilt to the back of my mind, but it was impossible. My heart pounded, my stomach twisted, and no matter how many deep breaths I took, nothing could shake the horrible feeling that all of this was my fault.Ryan. Lucas. The lawsuit. The accusations.If I had just handled things differently, maybe Lucas wouldn’t be behind bars right now.Natalya walked in without knocking, her face tight with concern. “Olivia, you need to eat something. You’ve barely touched your lunch.”I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.”“You haven’t been hungry for two days.” She crossed her arms. “And don’t tell me it’s not about Lucas.”I sighed, pressing my fingers against my temples. “Of course, it’s about him. He’s sitting in a cell because of me.”Natalya softened, moving closer. “It’s not your fault.”I gave her a hollow

Chapter 66(Lucas’s POV)I woke up feeling like my head had been trapped in a vice.The past few days had been nothing but a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and betrayal. I stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying the same questions I still didn’t have answers to. Ryan West. Olivia. Amelia. The lawsuit. EthanIt felt like my entire life was closing in on me, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to get a grip on things.I exhaled heavily, rubbing my face before pushing myself upright. The air in my bedroom felt suffocating. I needed to clear my head.Dragging myself to the bathroom, I turned on the cold water and let it run over my face. The chill bit into my skin, but it didn’t wash away the tension sitting like a weight in my chest.Amelia had told me Olivia was marrying Ethan. I acted like I didn't care but I did.I wanted to believe she was lying—wanted to believe Olivia wouldn’t do something like that—but I had been wrong about her before.I had been wrong about a lot of thing

Olivia’s POVMy pulse pounded in my ears as my gaze darted around, taking in the unfamiliar space—bare walls, a single wooden chair, a bed and a locked door. A chill ran down my spine. Where was I?Then, I saw him.Ryan.My breath caught in my throat. He stood across from me, arms folded, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an unsettling calmness. The sight of him sent a jolt of fear through me. It wasn’t possible. He was kidnaped.I forced my voice steady, though my hands trembled. "How… how are you here?"He said nothing.My heart pounded harder. "Ryan, how did you escape, who kidnapped you?""Silence.A slow, sickening smile curved his lips, and my stomach twisted.I swallowed hard. "Why am I here?"Ryan finally moved, stepping closer. His movements were slow, deliberate, and it made my skin crawl."You already know why, Olivia," he murmured.I shook my head. "No, I don’t. I was getting threats that there were going to take your life and...""He chuckled, the sound devoid of warmt