Semua Bab Mr. Ex Husband, Why're You Back After Divorce? : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Mr. Rogers (Katherine's former boss) sat in the dim glow of the hotel room, with a cigarette between his fingers. He leaned back on the velvet couch, watching the woman kneeling between his thighs with her mascara running down in messy streaks as she sucked on his cock, her tears glistening in the light. His face might’ve shown pleasure, but his mind was miles away, dragged back into the chaos that had consumed his life these past few months.Ever since the night Myles was killed.He could still hear the gunshot echoing in his head. He was the one who had pulled the trigger that killed Myles after days of battering his body with an acidic substance.Ever since that night, his life had been a living hell.Since his death, a group calling themselves the Revenge Team had been hunting him. And at first, he hadn’t taken them seriously. The first few messages he received seemed like a prank with anonymous notes, eerie pictures, even a doctored image of his face fixed onto a bloodstained th

Monday Morning.“Ethan, hurry up or you’re going to be late for school!” Katherine called out as she double-checked the lunch bag on the counter. It was her first day back at work, and all weekend she’d rehearsed her survival strategy: stay invisible, avoid Damien completely, and most importantly, keep herself far, far away from Massimo.But even the thought of him made her stomach twist. No matter how hard she tried to shove it out of her mind, the memory of that humiliating encounter at the hospital clung to her. Every time it replayed in her head, she felt her cheeks heat in embarrassment. How was she supposed to look him in the eye today? Share the same hallway? Breathe the same office air?Be neutral. Pretend nothing happened. Focus. You planned this, Katherine. Stick to it, she reminded herself for the hundredth time, inhaling deeply.“Mom, I’m here.”Ethan’s small voice pulled her back to reality. She looked down to find him standing in front of her ready.A smile softened her

“Oh, fuck! What the hell’s going on?!” Massimo screamed for the umpteenth time, clutching his stomach as he bolted toward the office bathroom, nearly tripping over the carpet. His usual composure had vanished, replaced by the raw panic of a stomach twisted into knots.Katherine’s lips pressed together, but the moment he disappeared behind the door, she couldn’t hold it in. She threw her head back and burst into loud laughter, slamming her hands onto the paperwork in front of her.Oh, goodness… she was enjoying this far too much.Earlier, she’d slipped a tiny amount of Bisacodyl, a mild laxative into his coffee, just enough to make him squirm and visit the toilet throughout the day, but not cause real harm. Since then, Massimo had treated the office bathroom like his second office, cursing under his breath every time he dashed past. Katherine had played the part of the innocent, her face buried in work as his outbursts echoed across the room. And every time he disappeared into the toil

Massimo stared in disbelief at the bold boy sitting across from him. The child’s face was alive with mischief, a spectacle far too big for such a small frame, and a streak of unusual color ran across his forehead, almost covering it entirely. Strangely enough, the boy’s eyes were mismatched just like his own and he could catch the odd resemblance even from the small glimpse the boy gave him.The little boy had claimed the seat he wanted the moment he and Ryan found a spot, and he had narrowed his eyes at Massimo as if daring him to say a word. Massimo had called it childish behavior at first, but it had quickly escalated.The boy had audaciously ordered the very food Massimo was about to, telling the waiter to put the bill on his, Massimo’s own account. And when the plates arrived, the boy had done the unthinkable: he dug into Massimo’s food instead of his own and, to Massimo’s horror, even winked at him while doing it.Ryan had been quietly chuckling beside him, clearly entertained b

“Get out of here, Kath,” Tyke choked, tears blurring his vision. His hands trembled violently as he aimed the gun at his father. “Help Ari up and get her out of here, fast. She’s lost too much blood already. Go. I’ll handle the rest… please.”His father only laughed. Katherine nodded shakily, wiping furiously at the tears streaming down her face. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she tightened her grip around Ariana’s cold fingers. “But… are you sure you’ll be okay?” she whispered desperately.Tyke swallowed hard. His gaze flicked to Ariana’s pale face, her shallow breathing, and his chest caved in. His eyes brimmed with heartbreak before he forced himself to look back at his father. The laughter had stopped now, replaced by a crazed, hollow stare that made Tyke’s spine stiffen.“Yes,” he said hoarsely. “I will be. Either me or this madman of a father walks out of this room alive today.” His jaw clenched. “If I don’t kill him, all of your lives will be in danger. You don’t even kno