All Chapters of The EX-Wife Returns : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Calla stood frozen at the door, her hand still on the knob. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Killian was here. Neva shifted beside her, her eyes darting between them. “You okay?” she asked quietly. "Yes." Calla finally spoke, her voice steady even though her heart was racing. “Why are you here, Killian?” He gave a slow smile. “At least invite me into your office first.” She sighed and turned away. “Fine. Come with me.” Killian followed her down the hallway, silent but intense. Neva stayed close behind, watching every move. When they entered the office, Calla gestured to the chair in front of her desk. “Would you like me to stay, Calla?” Neva asked softly. “No,” Calla said, not taking her eyes off Killian. “Wait outside. This won’t take long.” Neva looked unsure. “You sure?” “Yes. Close the door behind you.” The door clicked shut. The room went quiet. Killian’s eyes never left her. “You look tired,” he said. She ignored him and started arranging the papers

Killian's expression faltered, a flash of guilt crossing his features before he schooled them into neutrality. “It’s… complicated.”“Complicated?” Calla echoed, a bitter laugh escaping her. “Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it, Killian. You’re married. To someone else. And she’s… she’s carrying your child.”The last words came out strained, and Calla had to take a deep breath to steady herself.“I know,” Killian said, his tone somber. “And I know that changes things. It complicates everything.”“Complicates?” Calla shook her head, pulling her hand free from his grasp. “It doesn’t just complicate things, Killian. It shatters them. It… it makes everything we’re talking about here feel impossible.”She stood up abruptly, pacing the length of the room as she tried to gather her scattered thoughts.“Calla—” Killian began, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture.“No. Just… give me a minute.” She raked her fingers through her hair, her mind racing. “I need to think. To process all o

The big house was quiet when Neva came back. It was very late. The only light came from the kitchen. She found Calla sitting at the big table. Calla was holding a glass of red wine. Neva's eyes got big. She rushed forward. "Calla! You are drinking wine? But you are pregnant!" Calla looked up. Her eyes were red from crying. She smiled a little. "Relax, Neva. It is just fruit wine. No alcohol. I need to drink something. To stop myself from wanting real alcohol." Neva let out a breath. She sat down next to Calla. She looked at her friend's tired face. "I have news about Selene," Neva said. "I knew you might be... busy today. So I told the judge to move her hearing. It is tomorrow now." Calla put her glass down hard. It made a sharp sound on the table. "You should not have done that without asking me, Neva." "I know," Neva said. "But I was trying to help. You have so much going on." "I'm talking about you telling Killian to take me to the hospital today," Calla said, her voice tigh

He felt her pussy spasm around him, and he knew she was close to orgasm. He reached around and grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She cried out in pain, but he didn't stop. He kept fucking her, using her body for his own pleasure. "Come for me, bitch," he ordered, slapping her ass hard. "Come for me now, or I'll make you suffer even more." She didn't want to obey him, but her body had a mind of its own. She felt the pleasure building inside her, no matter how much she hated it. She tried to fight it, but it was too late. Her body betrayed her, and she came hard, her pussy clenching and spasming around his cock. He laughed cruelly as he felt her orgasm. "Good girl," he said mockingly. "Now you're going to take my cum like the good little whore you are." He thrust into her a few more times, and then he came inside her. His hot cum filled her pussy, and he groaned in pleasure. When he was finished, he pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. He loo

Vanessa's car sped along the coastal road, the ocean a sparkling blue beside her. She couldn't get away from the city, from Killian, fast enough. Her father's voice still echoed in her ears, but all she could think about was Rory. She pulled up to the secluded beach house, its white walls gleaming in the sun. Before she could even step out of the car, the front door opened and there he was. Rory. He stood tall and solid in a simple white t-shirt, his concern for her clear in his dark eyes. "Vanessa," he said, his voice a low, warm rumble as he hurried to her side. "Are you okay? What happened?" She practically fell into his arms, the tears she'd been holding back finally breaking free. "He doesn't care, Rory. He doesn't care about me or the baby at all." She sobbed against his chest, clinging to him. "All he cares about is my father's business. And... her." Rory's arms tightened around her, a protective, possessive gesture. "Shhh," he murmured into her hair. "He's a fool. You're h