All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Leon’s POV.I reached the hospital before the sun had even come up. The air outside still carried the chill of early morning, heavy with the sterile, metallic scent that hospitals seemed to breathe out through every vent. The parking lot lights flickered weakly against the fog. I sat in the car for a moment before going in, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles hurt.Ezra was already waiting near the entrance, holding two paper cups from the vending machine. He didn’t speak as I walked up—just handed me one. The coffee tasted like burnt metal, but I forced down a few sips. We both knew it wasn’t about caffeine. It was about pretending we could do something normal while our world was unraveling.The cardiac wing was quiet except for the rhythmic beep of machines echoing faintly down the hall. The surgeon was already in her office, a stack of files beside her. She gestured for us to sit.“She’s still stable for now,” the doctor began, flipping through Leila’s chart, “b

Leon’s POV.I stared at Leila, so small and fragile—the shock rippling through my body. I had known about Nick Murray and that he might be coming for me. But hearing out loud, backed up with solid evidence, made my blood run cold.Caden had hired him.My nephew, of all people.Despite our differences and broken relationship, this was the lowest thing anyone could do. And for what?Because I supposedly took Scarlett from him?Or that the babies were mine?I just could not understand it.What made this so much worse was knowing he had a hit out on Scarlett’s life too.Murray’s arrest should have brought relief.It didn’t.The reality of it sat in my chest like a weight I couldn’t shift, pressing harder with every breath. The image of that man standing on the hospital roof wouldn’t leave my mind. He was ready to take us out. They had caught him with the weapon in his hand. A scope was attached to it, designed for distance. And the knowledge that he hadn’t hesitated—not once.He’d been pr

Scarlett’s POV.The screen flickered once. Twice. Then finally, the video stabilized.I felt the sensation before I fully understood it—this strange, icy tightening at the base of my spine that spread through my ribs, squeezing the air out of my lungs.It was the kind of feeling I swore I’d never experience again. The feeling that I had when I realized in my past life that I was being murdered by my new husband and my stepsister.Only—this time, it was much, much worse. My breath caught mid-inhale, suspended as if the air itself refused to move.For a heartbeat, I didn’t understand what I was looking at. The angle was too close, shadows bending across the frame, the lighting dim enough that the shapes blurred into each other. My mind tried to make sense of it, tried to grab onto anything familiar…And then the image sharpened.Caden’s face filled the screen.My stomach lurched so violently I nearly dropped the phone. My fingers tightened reflexively, the device suddenly heavier, almos

Scarlett’s POV.Leon’s voice moved in and out of the room, steady but marked with an undercurrent of urgency he was trying hard to hide. I knew he was doing it for my sake. I knew he was afraid that if he would lose it, I would too.But I already had.He stood near the windows, phone pressed to his ear, shoulders rigid with focus as he spoke to another investigator. Then another. Then one of the police supervisors assigned to the case. His tone never broke its calm, composed cadence, but I could see the tension in every breath he took.His hand kept moving across the back of his neck, as if he needed to ground himself before he said something he couldn’t take back. The calls weren’t giving him answers. They only pressed more questions, more theories, and more dreadful possibilities.I forced air into my lungs, slow and strained, trying to quiet the trembling in my hands. The floor under my feet felt uneven, as though the whole house shifted with my heartbeat. Watching Leon struggle so

Scarlett’s POV.The cab rolled away, its red taillights fading into the evening haze. I stood alone on the quiet street corner, breathing in air that tasted too sharp, too cold, and almost… wrong.No—it was wrong.This part of the city had been abandoned for years, and it didn’t surprise me one bit that Caden had me come here to meet up. Here, where no one would catch him doing anything he shouldn’t.Or—where the police would find him, as they were actively out looking for him for not only the hit he hired on mine and Leon’s lives. They didn’t know yet that he was also responsible for taking Miriam and James.A cool breeze blew against me, and I lifted my arms, wrapping them around myself.The belt around my waist kept the gun secured under my loose black shirt, the weight pressing against my ribs. Every step I took reminded me it existed. Every beat of my heart reminded me what I planned to do with it.The street around me felt hollow. Empty sidewalks, shuttered storefronts, the dist