All Chapters of Dear husband I can live without you : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“Mum?” Anna’s voice trembled the moment Olivia lifted her head. Their eyes met—one pair full of disbelief, the other full of longing.“Anna,” Olivia mouthed, her lips quivering as she began to walk toward her daughter.Anna froze, her throat tightening. “What’s she doing here?” she breathed, her voice breaking like fragile glass.“Who?” Vivian turned to her, confusion lacing her tone.Anna tilted her head toward Olivia’s direction.Vivian’s gasp came sharp and quick. Her eyes went wide as recognition dawned. “Your mum?”“Don’t call that woman my mother,” Anna warned, her voice low and shaking. “She lost that title a long time ago.”Vivian sighed softly, her chest heavy. She understood Anna’s rage. The air between them grew tense as Olivia continued pushing through the small crowd gathered in front of the courthouse, her frail body brushing against curious onlookers and pressmen snapping pictures.Anna’s brows furrowed. “Why is she coming closer?” she muttered. “Let’s get out of here.”

Anna pulled into the gym parking lot, her hands tight on the steering wheel. The lot was already jammed with cars, flashes of polished metal gleaming beneath the morning sun. She had ignored Vivian’s protests, her friend’s voice still echoing in her head: Don’t go out today, Anna. Let the storm pass. But storms didn’t wait for permission to rage. The moment she stepped out of her car, adjusting the strap of her gym bag, a familiar voice pierced through the noise of engines and chattering people. “Miss Anna Marie! Miss Anna Marie!” Anna froze briefly before turning her head. A young media woman in skinny jeans and a blazer was rushing toward her, phone raised, recording already. Anna exhaled and grabbed her water bottle, pretending not to hear. “Miss Anna, is it true that Miss Olivia is your mother?” Her chest tightened, but she didn’t break stride. She walked straight into the gym, ignoring the reporter’s footsteps behind her. Inside, the air smelled of sweat, iron, and disin

“What’s wrong, doctor? Please… just tell me,” Anna pleaded the moment they stepped into the office. Her voice cracked, her palms cold and trembling.“Calm down, Mrs. Fontain,” the doctor said softly, his tone steady, like someone trying to soothe a wounded child.Luke rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently. “Hey, breathe,” he murmured. His warmth seeped through her hoodie, anchoring her in that suffocating room.Anna forced a weak smile through her tears, grateful for the strength he always seemed to carry so effortlessly.The doctor cleared his throat before continuing, his eyes flicking between them. “Your mother is awake and stable. She’s responding to treatment…” He paused, exhaled slowly, and when he looked up again, his gaze softened. “But I’m afraid she doesn’t have many more days.”The words fell like a heavy stone.“What?” Anna and Luke’s voices collided in disbelief.The doctor nodded, his expression grave. “Miss Olivia is quite aged for the type of inju

Andy spotted Anna from across the room. Her laughter — that easy, melodic sound he used to know so well — reached him before anything else. She was seated beside Gerald, radiant in her elegant black dress that shimmered beneath the warm lights. Gerald leaned close, gently dabbing a napkin at the corner of her lips, his touch intimate, protective, almost possessive. Andy’s jaw tightened. His steps quickened before he even realized he was moving. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, voice sharp as he approached the table, ignoring Penelope’s startled expression as she trailed behind him. Anna’s lips curved in a sly smirk. “What does it look like to you?” The words hit like a slap, light but stinging. She didn’t even flinch — didn’t hide that hint of mockery in her tone. “C’mon, Andy,” Penelope hissed, tugging his hand. “Let’s go. Don’t start.” “No,” he said flatly, yanking his hand free. His eyes were locked on Anna — the way her eyes sparkled under the light, the faint dimple

“Brittany?” Anna’s brows furrowed, the name falling from her lips like a bitter taste she hadn’t expected. “What’s she doing here?” she asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and weariness. Vivian lifted a shoulder carelessly, her glossy curls bouncing. “I don’t know. She just insisted on seeing you. I think she attended the launch—saw some of the brand’s packages with her.” “Oh.” Anna nodded slowly, but something uneasy twisted in her gut. A quiet alarm, faint yet persistent, like the flutter of a trapped bird against her ribs. Still, she pushed it aside with a soft sigh. Today had been too beautiful for drama. “Let me talk to her,” Gerald offered, his jaw tightening. “She’s probably here to cause trouble.” Anna caught his arm before he could take another step. “Don’t worry, darling,” she said, her tone firm but calm. “I can handle her. Woman to woman". Gerald’s eyes searched hers—tired, soft brown meeting the steady gleam of his blue eyes. His hand found her waist, fing