All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, I'm Only Here to Save Your Son: Chapter 131 - Chapter 137

“You killed her!” Michael roared, his voice seeming to echo throughout the entire mansion, and, in the next instant, he punched George in the face, sending him crashing to the floor “I trusted you and you killed her! You killed her and my son!” He lunged at George again, his fists pounding so fast I could barely see clearly.“Michael! Stop!” George coughed, his trachea likely crushed when Michael hit his neck “What are you doing? I didn’t do anything…!”“I should have suspected! From the day I met her you were involved in some bullshit trying to separate us! You invented that rumor that she had cheated on me! You encouraged me to cheat on her!” Michael shouted, and despite the hatred, I could also hear the tears and pain in his voice “But you couldn’t have touched her! You couldn’t have left my children without a mother!”“Ms. Weston, are you alright?” the man who was dressed like all of George’s other bodyguards, but who had saved us from the gunfire, leaned toward me “Don’t worry. I

“Mommy, mommy! Everyone’s here!” I heard Theo’s cry from across the apartment, but I stayed where I was, smiling as I finished decorating the cake that was on the counter “Mommy? Mommy!” he gasped as he entered the kitchen and saw me there “Why are you on the couch! You know you can’t exert yourself! It’s bad for the baby!” He stopped beside me, his little hands on his hips and an indignant expression on his face.“I’ve already rested enough all day. I’m sure your sibling won’t mind if I just finish decorating the cake.” I smiled, running my hand over my belly, which was a little bigger than expected for six months pregnant “Your father made some frosting earlier, but when I looked in the fridge, it looked like cement. Don’t tell him, but I had to throw it away…”“In my defense, the croquettes turned out well.” Connor huffed, entering the kitchen with an empty tray in his hands “The sweets are the ones that are difficult as hell. And what do you think you're doing standing up?” He sta

I didn't know Mommy was going to need to come to the hospital to have the baby. Before, I thought my brother or sister was going to burst out of her belly, like in that cool alien movie Elijah and I watched secretly from his parents the last time I slept at his house. But Mommy had told me no. That the baby wouldn't hurt her when it came out.But then, why were we in the hospital now? And why did Grandpa seem so worried?“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the playroom, Theo?” Grandpa asked me with a smile, but I knew he was just trying to trick me “I think we’ll be here a little while longer, so you have time to play…”“I don’t want to play.” I huffed, crossing my arms “I want to see Mommy! Why can’t I go into the room where she is with Dad? You lied to me and the baby is hurting her…?”

That's it, everyone! This was the last chapter! I'm finishing this book with a bittersweet feeling of accomplishment. Going through my father's death while needing to continue with a linear creative process was quite challenging, and at times I thought I wouldn't be able to continue.Now, having finished the book and knowing that most of you enjoyed it makes me feel that, just as I continued with the story despite the difficulties, I can do the same with my life (╥ ᴗ ╥) Thank you to everyone who was here and who followed this story despite the delays. Know that reading your comments, recommendations, and seeing your views is what motivated me to keep writing and get this far! You are amazing!I apologize again for any grammatical or agreement errors that may have escaped my notice throughout the story. Also, I would appreciate your feedback on whether my English is improving. I know this is an old complaint of yours, and I am working to improve it even more!Regarding the next book, I