All Chapters of I Am Dead To You Husband : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Four months. Just four months, and Camila's life had totally flipped. In a good way.Camila took a shaky breath. The car smelled like a flower shop had thrown up inside, all white roses and nervous pre-wedding sweat. Yesterday, they'd done the court thing already. Today was the big church wedding deal. Court papers were already enough, but Antonio insisted on making it big.And the dress? A huge white ball gown, 'cause he wanted her to have the "honor" of walking down the aisle. The baby bump was already practically showing, even at four months. Her "wild card" was definitely not subtle.Moving in with Antonio had been a battle he'd won, mostly. He'd sweet-talked her with promises of taking care of her, telling her to just chill and skip work. But nah, she'd dug her heels in and kept going to the office. They'd finally agreed she'd take maternity leave around four or five months. Given how fast this belly was growing, that was coming up quick. Or had even arrived, probably. After the

FEW MINUTES AGOIf anyone had the power to rewind time, Antonio probably wouldn't just trade his entire fortune for it; he'd give his very soul. Just to go back years, to stop others from making the mistakes that would eventually wreck his life, so this sickening reality never even existed.And when he meant "others," he meant Ernesto, his damn father.Now seeing Abuelo lay lifeless in the bed like he wasn't just breathing yesterday, like he wasn't just cracking jokes and throwing sarcastic comments about his unborn child looking like Ernesto, a carbon copy.Abuelo was always so full of life, a booming laugh and sharp wit always ready. Now, he was still. Too still. The room was heavy with a silence that screamed louder than any shout.When Antonio finally got it—the horrifying, undeniable truth that Abuelo was dead—he didn't just shout; he roared. He shook Abuelo's shoulders with enough force to dislocate his own sockets if he weren't careful, as if he could physically jolt life back

A tiny creak, then soft, dragging footsteps came from the hallway. This all started after one of the masked guys whispered into Alejandro's ear. He had nodded, and from there they had been shuffling here and there, acting like they were getting ready for something.Antonio and Cole froze, eyes glued to the door, waiting. It was just a regular, fancy door, but right then, it felt like something was about to explode in their face. Antonio had a bad feeling in his gut as he strained his eyes on the door.It swung open slowly, revealing two more masked figures. They weren't just standing there, though. Between them, they dragged someone in with hands bound behind their back and a black bag pulled over their head."GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME! YOU'LL REGRET THIS, I SWEAR TO GOD!" a muffled, enraged voice screamed as the figure thrashed violently.Cole's body tensed as the figure stumbled in. He shifted slightly on the couch, and you could practically see him holding his breath.Meanwhile,

"You're gonna frame me, and you're telling me to my face," Antonio said.Alejandro grinned wider, a smile that made the air feel heavy. "Why not? You're a smart guy. I figured you'd appreciate a little heads-up. A man needs to know his options."Before Antonio could respond, a new masked figure slipped into the room. He whispered something to one of the guards standing next to Alejandro on the right side, right next to Abuelo's body. And the two men made a switch. A shift change? Antonio didn't think that was necessary."This wine is boring me," Alejandro said with a sigh, holding up his half-empty glass. "Get me another one."The new masked man nodded, took the glass, and walked to the bar. He turned his back to the group; he looked like he was lost in thought for a bit before he reached for a bottle and began pouring.Antonio was positioned at the edge of the couch, never taking his eyes off the new guy. He was acting odd, slightly out of place, and too slow to fit the job.Though A

The door burst open, and a swarm of police officers rushed in, flooding the room. Guns pointed, the whole room surrounded. Red laser dots danced across faces and chests.Everything just... stopped. The yelling, the arguing, the frantic movements—all of it froze like the air sucked out of the room.The cops fanned out as they took in the scene: the crumpled bodies on the floor, the vomit, and Alejandro heaving and coughing up whatever was left in his stomach.The officers' eyes then landed on Ernesto, who still had his gun pressed to Alejandro's head, and on Madison, who was standing there like a ghost, her hand shaking so hard the pistol looked like it might fly out of her grip. The chaos wasn't gone; it had just changed uniforms.***The outside air was a shock to Antonio's face: cold and thick with the sound of a dozen sirens all screaming at once. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and the metal bit into his skin. He was being pushed along by a cop who smelled like old coffee a