บททั้งหมดของ Cold-Hearted Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back : บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 259

[Kaden]My hand clenched so fucking tight as I leaned against the wall. I had walked in here just as soon as Spider informed me of what he saw and sent me a picture.The audacity of this bastard. The fucking audacity of him to set all of this up for a woman he wanted her kids dead? My head was spinning, my hand aching so badly to strangle the living daylight out of that bastard.A staff member had tried to stop me when I wanted to walk in, talking about the space already being booked. But I am a Donovan after all. Just a word from me, I'll always have my way.I had walked into this space that was meant for staff. Waiting fucking waiting.I was seconds from losing it. My back pressed against the wall, fists clenched, and every nerve in my body on edge. My ears caught every fucking word he spat out, each one driving deeper, setting fire to my chest. I couldn’t see straight—just red. Blazing, violent red. My mind wasn’t spinning anymore—it was gone. Unhinged. I was waiting… just waiting

[Matilda]"You think so?" Kaden chuckled, but there was no humour in that sound. "Sweetheart, stare back at the beast behind you and dare him to say otherwise!" he growled, eyes brimming red with fury.I blinked back, a dry laugh escaping my lips—sharp, bitter.There’s no other way to explain this.Kaden has finally lost it.I shifted my gaze to Leo, whose stare hadn’t moved. His eyes were darkened, unreadable. His jaw locked like steel.My throat tightened. I shook my head quickly, pushing away the stupid, wild thought crawling into my brain.I must be insane to consider asking Leo anything.Seriously?Is this how far Kaden is willing to go just to make Leo mad?"You all must be insane!" I snapped, stepping forward and taking Leo’s hand in mine. Leo looked down at our hands, his jaw twitching, but he didn’t pull away.I turned back to Kaden, who now looked at me like I’d grown two heads."You must be really stupid to think you could walk in here and say this rubbish about Leo!" I gro

[Matilda] I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Everything blurred. "Fuck!" Kaden growled above me, his weight heavy, his breath ragged. My eyes popped open. My chest seized. Then he moved. A groan tore from his throat as he rolled off my body and collapsed beside me. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My hands trembled as they ran over my torso, my stomach, my chest—searching, frantic. No blood. No pain. Nothing. Nothing had touched me. My eyes shot to Kaden. Spider’s voice roared through the air like thunder, "Boss!" He came sprinting from the shadows, dropping to his knees beside us just as I turned to Kaden—and saw it. Blood. So much of it. Blooming red across his shirt, seeping fast, too fast. My heart flipped, and a scream curled in my throat. He had taken the bullet? "Kaden," I gasped, shaking him. "Kaden, no, no, no—please, please." He winced, his head lolling slightly, his mouth curling into the faintest smirk. "Damn," he muttered, blood touching his lips. "That fuckin

[Kaden]"Fuck," I groaned, every nerve in my body screaming at once. Pain pulsed through me in waves, sharp and heavy, dragging me out of whatever black hole I’d been pulled into.My eyes peeled open, slow and stinging, light bleeding into my vision. I squinted, blinking fast, trying to make sense of the blurry ceiling above me.I turned my head, gritting my teeth as a fresh bolt of pain shot down my stomach. I had no idea where I was—or why it felt like my body had been torn apart.My eyes shifted to the other side of the room and my breath hitched.I will recognize this woman anywhere. Tilda was curled up on the couch, resting her head on her knee. My brow immediately creased as the memories began to claw back to my head."That bastard!" I growled, shifting my neck slightly so I could get more glimpse of her.Her eyes were facing in my direction, her lips pursed into a thin line. Gorgeous.I bit down hard on my lips as my hand snaked over my abdomen, fingers brushing the thick ba

[Kaden]It’s been four days of staying under the same roof with the woman I can barely get out of my head. The one I’d risk everything for—over and over again.I could see she was just being kind, probably because of everything that had happened. But she was still clearly keeping her distance.Each morning I’d come down for breakfast, and she’d help me with a few things I was supposedly "still too weak" to do on my own. Like helping me to the washroom. She would stand right out and help me out once I was done. Of course, she does make sure I'm properly covered before helping me out.But the truth is? I was pretending.From the second day of my stay here, I could already walk just fine. But there was no way I was letting her know that. Because if she found out, that means I'll be leaving. I wasn’t ready for that.This felt like home. And I wasn’t trading this feeling for anything in the world.Being here with Tilda and the kids—sitting in the garden every evening, watching them laugh