บททั้งหมดของ Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

The door of the pale blue car slammed shut behind me, sealing me inside a pocket of darkness so heavy it sank over my shoulders and pressed into my lungs.The interior felt stale, like it had trapped years of breath that didn’t belong to anything… human.Old leather clung to the air, worn and cracked, mixing with cold draft seeping through the vents. The strongest scent was the aftershave Caden drenched himself in every day, a smell that assaulted my senses and dragged up memories I never wanted to feel again. It clung in the space between us like a horrible memory. Like a reminder of who he used to be to me. Who he never would be again.I kept my gaze fixed toward the driver’s side, staring into the thick dark where his shape sat, unmoving aside from the faint pattern of his breathing. Even without seeing his expression, I felt the gloating energy radiating off him. The satisfaction. The arrogance. The certainty that he held the upper hand.As far as I was concerned—he didn’t. He jus

Scarlett’s POV.Caden stood a few feet away from me, turning the thick rope in his hands with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my stomach tighten. The warehouse’s stale air felt heavier with each of his steps, every inch he closed between us stretching the tension until it pressed against my throat. The dim overhead bulb flickered weakly, throwing us in and out of shadow as if the entire room waited for the moment everything would break.I stayed where I was.Arms crossed tightly against my chest and my chin raised. I was ready.Though my body ached from the blow to my head, pain pulsing in waves down my skull, but I refused to give him even one sign of weakness. My voice came out steady, sharp, and absolutely done with him. “So, Caden, what are you going to do?”Caden paused mid-step, looking pleased that I’d spoken first. He dragged the rope through his palm, his smile stretched with twisted satisfaction. “It is finally time for you to pay for everything you’ve done to me.”My pu

Scarlett POV.The sound rang through the room in a brutal burst that shook the air. For a full second, my body stayed locked in place, frozen in the aftermath of the shot I’d never expected to take so cleanly.Then the silence hit.Thick. Heavy… And absolute.I looked down.The gun was still in my hand, warm from the recoil, my fingers curled rigidly around the grip. My breath came out in a broken rush as I stared at the weapon trembling against my palm. It didn’t feel like an object anymore. It felt like a line I had crossed and could never uncross.Caden lay flat on the concrete. His body didn’t twitch. His chest didn’t move. His eyes didn’t blink. Nothing in him responded to the world he had spent so much time tearing apart.I didn’t need to check his pulse. I didn’t need to kneel beside him. The truth settled inside me with a harsh, undeniable weight.I had killed him.And the terrifying thing was that I didn’t feel guilt. Not yet. Not in that moment. What I felt was shock—pure, c

Scarlett’s POV.The fluorescent lights in the examination room felt way too sharp against my eyes. My head pulsed with a deep, sickening ache that made the whole world tilt when I shifted even an inch. I kept one arm wrapped around James, the other bracing myself against the cool edge of the hospital bed while I tried to steady my breathing. His tiny breaths warmed through my shirt, holding me together in a way nothing else could.Leon stood beside me, unmoving, protective, focused on every detail the doctor examined. His hand rested at the center of my back, the pressure steady, the warmth of his palm keeping me upright every time the room swayed. Whenever James shifted or made a soft distressed sound, Leon’s fingers tightened slightly around my waist, as if reminding both of us that we were safe now.The doctor finished his assessment on James first. Thankfully, there wasn’t a scratch on him. There were no internal trauma or any injuries. Only the expected distress of a baby who had

Scarlett’s POV.Two weeks had slipped past so fast—in a blur of spending hours upon hours in hospital corridors, surviving sleepless nights, and the endless rhythm of monitors tracking every breath Leila took. If I ever closed my eyes during that time—the sound would haunt me in my dreams.I lived every hour holding my own breath, waiting for the moment the doctors would say she was stable enough to leave. When that moment finally arrived, I nearly collapsed from the relief of it.I just wanted my whole family home together, at last. Safe, and at peace.Leila looked so content in her crib that morning—her tiny chest rising with steady breaths, her cheeks full again, her skin warm and flushed with strength she hadn’t had before. The doctor ran through the final check, inspected every detail of her recovery, and finally signed the release documents.There would never be enough words to describe how happy I felt in that moment.“You can take her home,” the doctor had announced in a gentl