All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The room was quiet. Too quiet.My fingers tightened against my knees, and I forced my breathing to slow, but it didn’t work. It felt like the air was pressing against my chest, thick and heavy. The folder sat between us, the photographs scattered across the table like broken bones. My mother’s face. Dan’s face. My face.Antonio didn’t rush. He sat back like he had all the time in the world, watching me the way a man watches a wild animal. Careful. Calculating. His lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile.“You know why this makes sense, don’t you?” His voice was low. “Why it’s so easy for you to pull a trigger. Why you can stand in a room full of dead bodies and feel nothing.”My jaw clenched.“You’re not special, Jaylen,” he said softly. “You’re not cursed either. You’re born for it. That blood running in your veins… it belongs to Dan. And Dan has always been good at killing.”I didn’t move. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much that burned.“You think this life was

The hotel room is too clean and too white. It feels like it doesn’t want me in it. I shove the keycard into the slot, push the door open, and step inside.The suitcase sits by the wall where I dumped it hours ago. The air smells faintly of bleach and stale perfume. I run a hand through my hair, the weight of everything pressing down so hard it makes my shoulders ache. I should leave. I don’t know where to go, but anywhere is better than standing here.I kneel beside the suitcase and throw everything inside without thinking. Shirts, guns, a clean pair of boots, my jacket. The zipper screeches shut. My chest feels like someone’s tightening a cord around it.I leave the room without a backward glance.The night air hits me like a slap. Cool. Sharp. It doesn’t help. My footsteps echo down the empty sidewalk. I keep walking because standing still feels dangerous. I don’t know where I’m going. I just walk. The city hums around me cars, music, laughter from people who don’t know the kind of

BLADE.A package had arrived, it was something he had paid a fortune for. And he was barely able to contain his excitement and fear. It was the piece his puzzle had been missing for ages now. Blade had never liked calling people in the middle of the night, but tonight his fingers moved fast, hitting names he hadn’t touched in months.“Meet me at the place,” he said. No explanations. No greetings.“Now?” one voice whispered, already tense.“Yes. Now.”He cut the line and made another call. Same words. Same clipped tone.By the time he pocketed his phone, the storm outside was rolling closer, wind howling against the cracked windows of the warehouse.Their secret place wasn’t built for comfort. It was built to be invisible. Just like him.The heavy steel door groaned open as he keyed in the passcode, and the cold breath of the room hit him like a wall. A thousand quiet beeps hummed from rows and rows of computer towers, LED lights flickering like restless fireflies in the dark. Screens

The room smelled like burnt circuits and cheap coffee. Blade leaned over the long steel table, tapping his knuckles against the edge in a steady rhythm as the others filtered in. Spade was the first, he was always the first. He wore his usual black top and pants, his guns tucked at his back, eyes sharp and quiet. One by one the others came. Vega, Tide, Lynx, Caden… killers in different skins, some still part of the Vow, the others from top organizations like the Vow. They weren’t friends. They were weapons that knew how to aim, the best of the best and Blade has selected them over the years.He knew them more than they knew themselves, he trusted them with his life too. And he trusted that they would answer to him, because he had skillfully won their trust and loyalty over the years.“This better be good,” Vega muttered, dropping onto a chair. Her voice carried the kind of calm only dangerous people had.Blade didn’t sit. He never did when the stakes were high. Spade tapped his feet

The door of the bedroom burst open before Blade could even knock.Jaylen stood there, barefoot, wearing a black shirt that looked slept in and dark jeans. His hair was wild, but his eyes were sharp, too sharp for someone who had just woken up.Blade stepped backwards and shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. “I hope I didn't interrupt anything.” Jaylen folded his hands“The only thing you interrupted was my sleep.” He looked behind his shoulder and groaned. “And now Diana has woken up. You either say something very important or you're getting brain surgery tonight.” Blade chuckles. “I miss you man. I thought that Italy would change you. Well, I have something important.” The serious expression on Blade's face told Jaylen everything that he needed to know. Things were bad. “What?” “There's someone in your kitchen. Mind coming down?” Blade said as he turned around. He heard another set of footsteps and he stopped to turn around. Behind Jaylen, Diana appeared, wrapped