All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mikhail’s POVThe echo of the gunshot fades slowly, rolling down the empty corridor like thunder over dead ground.Then there’s silence.That delicious kind of silence that comes after chaos, when the world holds its breath, not out of peace, but anticipation.Mikhail takes the elevator to the room at the top and he steps into the room. He watches them through the monitors in the observation room. He doesn’t move until Jaylen lowers his weapon.“My brother,” he murmurs. The words taste foreign, almost bitter. “Still so quick to kill.”He steps away from the monitor, the soles of his boots clicking softly against the tile. The lab smells of chemicals and blood. Always blood. No matter how many times they clean the floors, it lingers. The ghosts never leave.He picks up a photo from the table, one he'd kept all these years. Two boys, both smiling. One with dark hair, one light. Their hands are stained with dirt, their grins too wide for what they would become.Dan had taken that photo

The screens in front of him flickered like candlelight, each one a window into the chaos he’d made.Dan leaned back in his chair, the glow of the monitors washing over his face. His tie hung loose, the top button of his shirt undone. He looked almost human like that, but only almost.He rubbed his calloused palms together. He had been watching for about an hour. He's watched the man shoot at Jaylen and his team, he'd watch Mikhail roam the lab like a lunatic. The lab feed came through one channel, Antonio through another. The third screen was static, broken transmissions from the cameras near the outer perimeter.He’d built those cameras himself. He knew exactly how far they could see and how easily they could lie.His fingers moved lazily over the desk, tracing the edge of a folder that was already too familiar. Inside were old documents, photographs, blood samples, and signatures. He didn’t need to look at them anymore. He knew every name, every code, every consequence.He could s

JAYLEN I roll Diana to her back and pin her beneath me. My blood is firing and thoughts are running wild but everytime she moans my head quiets.“I wish I never left,” I say to her and she angles her head to look at me. “I don't think you had a choice, Jay. You were born into this… You were born because of it.”I bury my face in the crook of her neck and I press my lips against her warm skin. “Is there truly a way out if I can't remember my past? What the hell did they do to me? Everyday I feel less and less human.” She wraps her hand around my wrist and she brings her palm to my hand. I watch her with a little bit of confusion as she pries my fingers open to kiss my palm“I remember the first day I saw you. When you were playing with the other children, you were just new and you managed to have so many friends. I was a little bit jealous,” I chuckle as I watch her kiss all my fingers. My mind feels like a holy ground now and it's the quietest it has ever been. “I saw you days b

The room was still. The sheets smelled like warmth and him. Diana turned in her sleep, her skin still sensitive from the sex they had some hours before. She reached out, expecting to touch him, but the space beside her was empty. The silence wasn’t silent anymore. Somewhere in the room, there was a voice, low, sharp, speaking in a language she didn’t understand but had come to recognize. Russian.She stirred, brushing the blanket aside and sitting up slowly. Her body ached, the kind of ache that came from both pleasure and exhaustion. The soft golden light of the early dawn leaked through the curtains, stretching across the room like slow fire.She heard him again. The words were clipped, harsh, like he was fighting to keep himself together. She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and stepped out of bed. The floor was cold, grounding her in a way his absence couldn’t.Jaylen was standing near the window, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was quiet but carried a sharp weight. He

The image of Dan in the lab still irked him.He got dressed and went on a drive. There was something that felt so wrong but he could not pin it. Revenge had clouded his senses and made him mad, maybe he was a man with a broken mind and he was being controlled by someone… Something. The club was built for secrecy. No neon, no music, just murmurs swallowed by velvet and smoke.Antonio sat in the farthest corner, where the light barely touched his glass. He didn’t drink. The whiskey was there to disguise intent, not to soothe it.Across from him, the man they called Reznik, the butcher, adjusted his cufflinks; it was silver and old, engraved with a family crest that no longer existed in public records. He was a man who controlled systems not soldiers. He wasn’t Russian, not fully. He was what happened when countries broke apart and their ghosts learned to trade information instead of bullets.“Your city is bleeding, I heard that you've paused trade” the man said quietly, his accent so