All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

I do not answer Jaylen.His voice reaches me, but it feels distant, like it is coming from the end of a long tunnel. The room is too quiet, my ears ringing softly as my thoughts fold inward on themselves. Pregnant. The word keeps repeating in my head, over and over, each time heavier than the last.There is a life inside me.Mikhail’s life.The realization settles deep, warm and terrifying. I curl my fingers into the thin hospital sheet, grounding myself, because if I let go of this moment I might float apart. My heart is racing, but there is a strange calm too. A certainty I have never known before.Jaylen says my name again. Louder this time.I still do not respond.Then his voice sharpens and he yells for the doctor.The sound slices through my haze. I flinch and turn my head just as the door opens. The doctor steps inside with a slight frown on her face, her eyes moving between the two of us like she is measuring the tension in the room. She is holding a white envelope in her hand

I lock the door behind me and lean my forehead against the wood until the cool seeps into my skin. My legs feel like they are shaking from the inside out, the kind of tremor that never quite makes it to the surface but threatens to fold me anyway. I push myself upright and force my body to move.The room smells like nothing. Clean sheets. Old wood. A faint trace of soap that should belong in my childhood. It irks me, Jaylen's obsession with keeping things in the past. I thought it was sweet but now it's uncanny, the way he remodelled everything to stay the same. It feels wrong to be here. Everything does.I strip slowly and step into the bathroom, turning the tap until steam blooms against the mirror. The bath fills with a low, steady sound that grounds me more than I expect it to. I sink into the water carefully, hissing when the heat kisses my fevered skin, then sigh when it settles into something bearable.For a few minutes I let myself exist without thinking. My head rests against

Diana stays behind Jaylen like he instructed, but she is not really behind him. Not in her head.Her eyes move constantly, cataloguing the room the way fear teaches you to. The concrete walls are stained dark in places that no amount of scrubbing would ever erase. The air is heavy and sour, thick with metal and old pain. A table sits to the side, laid out with tools that do not pretend to be anything else.Knives of different lengths. Some thin and elegant. Some crude and heavy.Other things too. Instruments meant to stretch time. To slow endings.And then she sees it.The sledgehammer.It leans against the wall like it does not belong here, like it wandered in by accident. The handle is worn smooth, darkened where hands have gripped it again and again. It is simple. Brutal. Honest. No artistry. No finesse.Her eyes keep drifting back to it.Voices fill the room but they slide past her. Jaylen says something. Someone answers. Dan mutters something low and mocking. None of it reaches h

Mikhail sits in the corner of the room where the light from the window never quite reaches.The walls are bare. Concrete, cracked in places. The smell of dust and old water clings to the air. He has been here for hours, maybe longer. Time has stopped behaving properly. It stretches and collapses without warning, like his body has forgotten how to measure it.His back is against the wall. His knees are drawn up. One arm rests loosely over them, the other hangs at his side, fingers relaxed around nothing.Waiting has become second nature again.That is the part that frightens him most.His phone vibrates once on the floor beside him. The sound is loud in the quiet room, sharp enough to slice through his thoughts. He does not reach for it immediately. He already knows what it is.A broadcast.When he finally looks, the screen lights his face faintly. A single line of text stares back at him.Dan is dead.No sender. No signature. It does not need one. The entire underworld will hear it wi

Diana sits at the dining table with her back straight and her hands folded neatly in her lap, chewing slowly, deliberately. The fever has dulled into something manageable, a low simmer beneath her skin, but she is aware of every movement around her. Plates scrape softly. Cutlery clinks. No one speaks unless necessary.The house feels like it is holding its breath.Katharina glances at her from across the table, eyes flicking briefly to Diana’s stomach and then away again, as if unsure whether she is allowed to look.“How far gone are you?” she asks quietly.Diana swallows and lifts her gaze, preparing to answer.The first gunshot cracks through the air.It is sharp and loud and unmistakable.The second follows immediately after.Chairs scrape violently as bodies move. Someone curses under their breath. Diana is already on her feet.“Get her to her bedroom,” Jaylen orders, his voice hard and commanding.Spade steps toward her.Diana does not think. She reaches for the nearest object an