Semua Bab Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Calix's povI didn’t think twice about it. All that existed in that split second was Delilah’s wide, terrified eyes and the bastard pointing a gun at her chest. With a burst of speed fueled by pure desperation and an instinct that came from a place deeper than my rage, I lunged forward.A deafening shot rang out through the factory, followed by Delilah's loud scream. My heart stopped until I realized the bullet hadn’t touched Delilah. I didn't see where the bullet went, only that it missed her. It was a warning shot, a terrifying declaration of intent. I slammed my body into Silas before he could fire again, my shoulder connecting with his chest with force. The impact knocked the breath out of him and the gun clattered to the floor, skidding out of reach.We crashed to the concrete, fists and rage colliding. His elbow drove into my ribs, mine into his jaw. His teeth bared in a bloody snarl, mine clenched tight as I forced his arms down. His body, despite being older, still held a surp

Delilah's pov“Delilah! Baby!”I heard Calix’s voice call out.Then I felt him. His warmth.Followed by the sound of something heavy being dragged along the floor and a pained groan that was evidence of his own agony. I felt his hand cup my cheek, turning my face to him. I felt another hand on my shoulder, shaking me, not with force, but with urgency.“Delilah,” his voice was a desperate whisper and filled with emotion. “Delilah, look at me. Open your eyes.”I wanted to. Gosh, I really wanted to. I wanted to see him, to make sure he was alright, to know that this nightmare was truly over. But my body refused to respond. My eyelids were heavy and they remained closed.“Stay with me,” he breathed, shaking me lightly. “Baby, don’t you dare leave me now.”A groan slipped out of me, weak and strangled. “Calix…”“I’m here. It’s okay. I’m here.” His voice was a lifeline in the chaos. I felt him gather my limp body into his arms, slowly and carefully. A sharp pain shot up my back and my arms

Third person povThe piercing shriek of sirens echoed through the quietness of the night, red and blue lights flashed. A convoy of black and white police cruisers screeched to a halt outside the warehouse and officers poured out of the vehicle. The first squad of officers stormed in, weapons raised, voices barking orders that bounced off rusted steel beams.Julian was still on the ground, his legs shattered beyond recognition. The manic laughter that had poured from him moments ago was gone, replaced by guttural groans and bitter curses.“Get your hands where we can see them!” an officer shouted.Julian spat at the floor, his wrists yanked behind his back as two uniforms pinned him down. The click of handcuffs echoed louder than his protest.“You don’t know who you’re dealing with!” he bellowed, his voice cracking with pain. “This isn’t over. You think he’s clean? You think Calix Knight walks away from this?”The officers didn’t flinch. They hauled him upright despite his scream, drag

Third person povThe days blurred together inside the hospital walls, each one tethered to the rhythm of machines and the footsteps of nurses.Morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows of Delilah’s suite, painting the pale walls in shades of gold that felt both comforting and suffocating. She lay propped against the pillows, a tray of untouched breakfast at her side, her hand absentmindedly tracing circles across her belly.Beneath the quiet was the weight of schedules. Ultrasounds, checkups, the doctors reminding her to rest, to breathe, to avoid stress at all costs.Calix made sure she obeyed, though not always with words. His presence was enough. He refused to leave her side, not even when his own wound throbbed beneath his bandages.The man had insisted on setting up his work right there in the hospital, as though business empires bowed to the beep of heart monitors.This morning, he sat by the window, a laptop open on the polished side table. A navy jacket stretched acros

Delilah's povI woke up in extreme pain. I shifted in bed, the weight of my body feeling heavier than usual but I knew that I couldn’t brush it off as just another symptom of the late-term pregnancy. It was not the kind of pain I’d been dealing with these last weeks—the swollen ankles, the sore back, the heaviness that made every step feel like I was dragging bricks. This was different.It was a sharp pain, sharp like someone had sliced my finger with a chopping knife.I lay there for a moment, frozen in place, clutching the sheets as if I could force the pain away. Maybe it was one of those fake contractions the doctor said could happen. I turned to my side, exhaling slowly, waiting for it to pass.It eased. My body loosened. False alarm.I shut my eyes again.Calix was asleep by my side. He had been a rock, my anchor in the storm that had become our lives. I was glad when the media finally backed off and the world had moved on.Calix had taken to touching my belly in the middle of