All Chapters of Billionaire ex-husband craves me back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Donald's POV My eyelids felt heavy, glued shut with something thick and sticky. A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes, and my mouth felt like sandpaper. When I finally forced my eyes open, a blinding white light assaulted them, making me wince and squeeze them shut again. The air smelled of antiseptic and something metallic, like old coins. This wasn't my room. Heck, this wasn't even my apartment.I tried to move, but my limbs felt weighted down, sluggish and unresponsive. My head lolled weakly to the side, and I saw a thin tube running into my arm, taped securely. Wires snaked across my chest, disappearing beneath a thin, scratchy gown. A monitor beside the bed beeped steadily, an unnerving rhythm in the quiet room.What the hell happened? The last thing I remembered was… fragments. A blur of stress, a feeling of being completely overwhelmed, a desperate need for everything to just stop. Then, a heavy calm, like falling into a deep, dark well. Had I fallen? Had I crashed my car? My mi

Sophia's POV My head felt like it had been hit by a truck. A dull, throbbing pain pulsed behind my eyes, making the world swim in a blurry, nauseating haze. I tried to focus, but my thoughts were fuzzy, like cotton wool stuffed inside my brain. What happened? Where am I? The last thing I remembered was standing outside the hospital, the warm afternoon sun on my face, desperately trying to hail a ride. Then the two men, the rough hands, the sickening punch, and that thick, sweet smell that stole my breath and pulled me into darkness.My eyes lazily fluttered open, struggling against the heavy weight behind them. The room was dim, lit by a single, bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls were rough, unpainted concrete, streaked with what looked like damp. No windows. The air was cold, damp, and smelled faintly of dust and something metallic. My body ached all over, every muscle protesting, especially my jaw where I’d been hit. I tried to make sense of the strange, unfamiliar surro

Sophia's POV I lay there, crumpled on the cold concrete floor, panting, defeated. My wrists ached, raw and bleeding where the heavy chains had dug into my skin during my desperate, failed lunge at Laura. My head throbbed, a dull, relentless pain behind my eyes, and my entire body trembled with exhaustion. Humiliation burned through me, hot and sickening.Above me, Laura stood, her figure framed by Lucas and the masked guard. Her face was an unreadable mask for a moment, then a slow, victorious smile spread across her lips. Lucas watched with a chilling indifference, as if my desperate struggle was nothing more than a minor annoyance, easily dismissed. The guard remained a silent, menacing shadow."They had won, for now," I thought, the bitter truth swirling in my mind. They had taken everything: my freedom, my peace, my trust. But even as I lay there, broken and defeated, a tiny spark of defiance ignited within me. They might have bent me, but they hadn't broken me. Not yet. I would

Donald's POV The heavy door burst open with a crash, splintering wood against the concrete wall. I was the first to go through, a bolt of pure adrenaline and raw fear tightening in my gut. Behind me, the police officers, guns drawn and ready, streamed into the dim, damp room. My eyes, however, weren’t on them. Instead, they shot straight to Sophia.And then, my breath caught. Anger flared within me, mixing with a sickening jolt of guilt. There she was, crumpled on the floor, her wrists bound by thick, rusty chains. Her head was slumped, her hair falling over her pale face, obscuring it. My stomach tightened so hard I felt like I was going to throw up. She looked like she had been through hell, maybe we all have been. The masked guard, startled by our sudden entry, reacted in a blur. He spun, his hand already moving towards his gun. A cold fear went through me — not for myself, but for Sophia, lying so still on the floor. Before he could even clear the weapon, two officers lunged at

Donald's POV The moment I stepped into the hospital room, my eyes locked onto Sophia. She looked so small in that bed, so fragile. The white bandages wrapped around her wrists made my chest tighten with anger all over again. Those bastards. They did that to her. But I pushed the thought away. Right now, she needs calm, not my rage.Her eyes met mine, and I saw the confusion there. The questions. And then, something shifted in her face. Recognition, maybe. Or memory flooding back. Her whole body went stiff, like she'd been hit by lightning."Donald," she whispered, and the way she said my name sent a strange feeling through me. Relief mixed with something else. Something I didn't want to think about right now.But then her expression changed. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and I saw it. Suspicion. She was looking at me like I was part of some puzzle she couldn't quite figure out. Like I was the villain in this story."How did you know?" she asked, her voice stronger now despite the obvio