Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Suzanne’s pov:I woke up with a crushing weight in my chest, the kind that made it hard to breathe, hard to move. My body ached from exhaustion, but my mind refused to rest. The world outside was still dark, the ocean waves a distant whisper against the shore. I turned my head slightly, my gaze falling on Dominic. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, his shoulders rigid with tension.The memory of last night hit me like a tidal wave. Kai. My baby. Gone. Stolen. The pain was unlike anything I had ever known, a deep, clawing agony that threatened to consume me whole. My fingers curled into the sheets as my breathing hitched.Dominic had held me while I sobbed, whispering reassurances I couldn't bring myself to believe. But now, in the harsh reality of morning, I felt something else entirely. Anger.Not at Tavon. Not at the men who took my son.At Dominic.He had known for three days. Three Days. And he hadn't told me. He had sat across from me at dinner, held

Ford’s pov:“Tavon’s making a move.”The words sent a jolt of electricity through my body. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I watched the live drone feed on my dashboard screen. The black SUV ahead of us swerved between cars, tyres screeching against the asphalt.“He knows we’re onto him,” Jones muttered beside me, already reaching for his radio.“Shit—he’s running,” I growled. “All units, lock onto him. Do not let him out of sight.”The radio crackled with confirmations from the rest of the team. Tavon had been cautious until now, always staying just ahead of us. But the second we tracked his car, he panicked. That was all the confirmation we needed—he had something to hide.I slammed my foot on the gas. Our SUV shot forward, weaving through traffic.“He’s heading south,” an agent reported. “Looks like he’s trying to get out of the city.”“Block every possible exit,” I ordered. “Trap him.”The chase picked up speed. Tavon’s SUV made a sharp right, barely missing a truck.

Suzanne's pov:The moment we stepped into the house, something felt off.I couldn’t quite place it. Maybe it was just the exhaustion weighing me down like a heavy cloak, or maybe it was the fact that everything felt… different.The space was familiar, yet something inside me had shifted.I told myself it was just the stress of the past few days—the trip, Kai’s kidnapping, the overwhelming surge of emotions that had come with losing him, then getting him back.My body was still adjusting, still coming down from the adrenaline that had kept me moving.But even as I tried to rationalize it, I couldn’t shake the feeling.I inhaled deeply, hoping the scent of home would ground me. The familiar blend of fresh linen and Dominic’s subtle cologne lingered in the air, but instead of comforting me, it made my stomach churn.I pressed a hand to my temple.Maybe I just needed sleep.Dominic was already moving through the house, his phone to his ear, his voice sharp as he gave out security instruc

Tavon’s pov:My phone buzzed on the table, the sound pulling me out of my thoughts. I picked it up, seeing an unknown number flash across the screen. Without hesitation, I answered. “What?”The voice on the other end was quick, urgent. “I’ve got news. Suzanne’s pregnant. The child... It’s Dominic’s.”My breath hitched in my chest. Pregnant. Suzanne. Dominic’s child. I let the words sink in, feeling the weight of them. This was huge. This was the kind of thing that could shake their whole world.I clenched my jaw. Suzanne—carrying Dominic’s child? The thought sparked a flame of rage within me. I’d been aware of their perfect little family, but this... this crossed a line. I hadn’t even been given a chance to react to their reunion before this new twist. The idea that Dominic, of all people, would have a child with Suzanne—my Suzanne—it stung.The voice on the other end cut through my spiralling thoughts. “I thought you’d want to know.”“Yeah,” I muttered, before hanging up, still re

Dominic’s pov:The weight of the situation hung over us like a thick cloud, oppressive and suffocating. I sat at the kitchen island, the laptop open in front of me, ready to craft the strongest public statement I could. The kind that would make Tavon regret ever stirring the pot. But as I glanced over at Suzanne, sitting quietly on the couch, I knew it wasn’t the right move.She had been through enough. The last thing I wanted to do was add more fuel to the fire, and a public statement—no matter how well-crafted—felt like it would just make things worse.Stella and Desmond had been quiet for the most part. I could see the worry etched on their faces, the strain of the whole situation reflected in their eyes. But Suzanne’s silence was the loudest of all. She hadn’t spoken much since Tavon’s post went viral. The betrayal was too raw, too fresh.I closed my laptop, pushing it aside. It felt like an unnecessary tool at this moment. What we needed now wasn’t a press release or a legal b