Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear husband I can live without you : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

With trembling fingers Gerald opened the letter. “Hi Gerald, I wish I could say this to your face, but I know if I look into your eyes, those calm blue eyes that send my heart into storms ,the words will never come out. Thank you—for everything. For taking me and Aiden in, for giving us a home filled with warmth, and for loving my son as if he were your own. Because of you, he never felt the ache of an absent father. You gave us more than I ever expected, and I will always carry that with me. But, Gerald, I have to go. This choice tears me apart, but I need to make it. After everything I’ve been through, I can’t let my whole life revolve around a man—not even you. I want my story to stand on its own. I need to prove to myself, and to Aiden, that I can build a future with my own strength. Please don’t think this is because I don’t care. I do. Maybe more than I should. But the more I stay, the more I risk losing myself. Leaving is the only way I know to set boundaries and take con

Chapter 104Vivian tapped her nails restlessly on the table, her phone pressed to her ear for what felt like the hundredth time. Anna’s number rang and rang, yet no answer came.With an exasperated sigh, she dropped the phone on the small café table and leaned back against her chair. The cozy hum of the coffee shop felt like a mockery to her restlessness. Couples chatted, students typed on laptops, and the scent of roasted beans lingered in the air. But for Vivian, every tick of the clock scraped at her nerves.“What’s wrong with Anna?” she muttered under her breath, her brows furrowing. “Why the hell isn’t she picking up?”She let out another sigh, frustration curling around her like smoke. “She knew we planned to meet here.” Her hands lifted in a helpless gesture, as though speaking to some invisible judge before her. “And now, here I am—sitting for almost an hour, waiting. Worst of all, she hasn’t picked a single call.”“Hey, sexy!”The drawl came from a nearby table. A man with a

Trigger Warning: This chapter includes sensitive themes such as violence, pregnancy loss, and emotional abuse, which may be distressing to some readers. Please read with care. Chapter 106 Gerald paced back and forth across the sheriff’s office, his boots hitting the tiled floor like angry drumbeats. His forehead glistened with sweat, veins standing out as though ready to burst. His palms were clammy, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. “What the hell do you mean your men can’t find her?” Gerald thundered, his voice shaking the walls. The sheriff leaned back in his chair, trying to maintain composure, though his eyes darted nervously toward Gerald’s towering figure. “You need to calm down, Mr. Smith,” he said firmly. “We’ve already checked the surveillance cameras in your company’s parking lot. The man who took her was masked. Identifying him is—” “Bullshit!” Gerald roared, slamming his fist on the edge of the desk. “You’re feeding me crap!” Vivian, who stood a few

Brittany’s hands tightened on the wheel as she reversed out of the quiet street. Her pulse throbbed in her ears so loudly she could barely hear the hum of the engine.“Unbelievable,” she hissed under her breath, jaw clenched. “That bitch Jasmine set me up. She called me over to finish Anna off knowing damn well the cops were already crawling all over the place.”Her tires screeched against the asphalt as she swung her Jeep onto the highway, the vehicle lurching forward like a beast unchained. She stole a glance in the rearview mirror, her amber eyes wild with panic. Blue and red lights flickered faintly at the far end of the street, a sight that sent icy fear racing down her spine.When Jasmine first whispered her plan, Brittany had relished the thought. Jasmine promised her the final blow, the sweet satisfaction of ending Anna’s miserable life. But instead of revenge, she had driven straight into a trap.By sheer luck—or instinct—she had cut her headlights the moment she noticed the

The hospital room was quieter now, wrapped in a stillness that made Anna’s heart ache. The only sound was the steady hum of the air-conditioning and the soft beeping of the monitor beside her bed. The IV line tugged faintly at her arm whenever she shifted, a constant reminder that her body was weaker than her will.She hadn’t slept. Her eyes burned, swollen from hours of tears that refused to run dry. Every time she closed them, flashes of the past days replayed mercilessly—the cold cabin, the smell of fear, the sound of her own cries echoing in her head. And then, Gerald . The man she had gone through that hell for . Her own broken voice telling him to leave.Anna turned her face toward the sterile white ceiling. She hated hospitals. They made her feel like time stood still, like the world outside moved on without her. She exhaled shakily, her heart heavy.A soft knock broke the silence. For a moment, she tensed, her body stiffening as though danger lurked behind the door.But then a