All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ARKIt was an emergency, otherwise I would never have left the little quiet house tucked away in the middle of nowhere. We had built something that almost felt like heaven, two broken things pretending to be whole. The quietness was deafening, the floors creaked, but it was peaceful. For a while, that peace was enough.Now, as I sat in the driver’s seat, the engine idling low, I could feel that peace slipping through my fingers. I drummed my fingers against the wheel, watching the faint reflection of the house in the side mirror. I knew Storm was inside. Jaylen’s house. The same reason we left America. The same reason we came back.Knowing their history, I would be lying to say jealousy didn’t sting. It burned low in my chest, quiet but alive. It felt like it was slowly chewing me. I tried to convince myself that I trusted her, that I believed in what we had. But the thought of her with him, the ghost of what they used to be, kept threading itself through my mind. What if she saw him

The hotel room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made Storm’s pulse too loud in her own ears.Outside, the city hummed, a low, endless growl beneath the rain-soaked streets, but in here, it was only the faint ticking of the clock and Ark’s steady breathing.He stood by the window, arms folded, his tall frame still like a statue carved out of wrath itself. The muscles in his jaw twitched every time she moved. He didn’t like waiting, didn’t like the silence. And she could tell that beneath his cold, unreadable stare, he was seething.Storm sat on the edge of the bed, her phone in her hand, staring at the encrypted message she’d just received.“He’s coming,” she said finally.Ark turned, his voice low. “Who?”She didn’t look up. “Antonio’s man. His name’s Bruno. He said he’ll be here soon.”His eyes narrowed. “Here? In our room?”“Yes.”Ark’s silence was heavy, thick with disapproval. He took a slow step toward her. “You trust this man?”“I don’t trust anyone,” she said simply, setti

Nathan woke to movement.The world came back to him in fragments, the low hum of tires, the soft rhythm of rain against glass, the faint vibration of an engine. He tried to open his eyes but they would not comply. They opened slowly, heavy with the weight of sleep that wasn’t sleep at all. His vision was blurred, the edges of the world still bleeding into one another.He was in a car. The passenger seat.And someone was driving.For a moment, he didn’t recognize the road. There was only the flicker of streetlights sliding across the windshield, each one a brief pulse of white, then gone. The sky outside was dark, almost blue-black, like it hadn’t decided whether to be night or dawn.Nathan tried to move, but his limbs didn’t respond. His fingers twitched weakly against the seat, his head lolled to the side. A deep ache pulsed behind his eyes. His mouth was dry, his tongue heavy.Then he saw him.The man behind the wheel wasn’t Jaylen. The resemblance was uncanny, but this face was sh

Bruno’s hand shook as he dropped the phone, his knuckles white around the glass of whiskey that followed. He had just told Antonio he wanted out. He wanted out of the deal, out of the plans, out of this stupid vendetta against Dan. It wasn’t worth it anymore, it had slipped into something personal for him now . Not with the way Dan’s shadow reached into every corner of his world. He thought of the pains his son was going through and he wanted those pains inflicted upon him instead. Antonio hadn’t tried to convince him. He’d simply gone quiet, the kind of silence that meant both men understood the same truth: once you said no to Dan, there was no such thing as “out.”Bruno finished the whiskey in one swallow and set the glass down on the marble counter. The house was immaculate, too big for one man, every surface polished to reflect a version of himself he didn’t recognize anymore. He already knew there would be a note waiting. He didn’t need to look for it.Still, when he saw the t

The first thing Storm felt was heat. A sharp, sickly heat that pressed against her chest as if the air itself had turned into smoke. She was standing in an empty hallway, the walls rippling like water. A door stood at the end. It was half-open, humming faintly.When she pushed it, the hinges wailed.Jaylen was inside.He was sitting on a chair, head tilted back, eyes glassy. Blood trailed from his temple in a slow, steady stream that pooled beneath his shoes. His lips moved, but there was no sound. Only the low hum that filled the room like the vibration before a scream.Storm stumbled forward, choking on the heat.“Jaylen?”He looked at her. Or rather, he looked through her, as if she wasn’t supposed to be there, as if she’d arrived too late. His fingers twitched once. Then something dark, a shadow shaped like a man, stepped out from behind him, and the dagger in his hand glinted.The sound of the knife slicing through skin tore through the silence.Storm screamed.The room collapsed