All Chapters of No Second Chances, Ex-husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ETHAN'S POVThe warm, comforting scent of crispy chicken and freshly fried chips drifted through the hallway, seeping into every corner of the house. Elena’s favorite. I had instructed Rosa and the chefs to make sure today’s lunch was perfect, just the way she liked it. After all, it had been days since she had a proper meal here, in her real home.In the back of my mind, I could already picture her small face lighting up when she tasted her favorite dish. Lauren might think she’s capable, but I had no doubt Elena had been eating tasteless food and barely getting by these past days. I knew Lauren, she never had to worry about money when she was living under my roof, and without that, what could she possibly provide?I pushed open the kitchen door, a room I rarely set foot in these days. The place was alive with movement and noise, the clatter of pans, the sizzling sound from the deep fryer, and the aroma of seasoned chicken skin turning golden. Rosa was giving out instructions, the ju

ETHAN'S POV I sped through the streets like a madman, my hand glued to the horn as if its blare could magically part the traffic in front of me. Every slow-moving car felt like a personal insult, every red light an enemy I had to conquer. My eyes kept moving from the road to the glowing numbers on my dashboard clock, each second that ticked by made me even angrier. Come on. Move, damn it. The hospital was only minutes away, yet it felt as if the city itself was conspiring to slow me down. My mind was racing even faster than the car, flooded with thoughts of Sofia and more than anything, the baby. What if something had happened? What if the message she sent was the last calm before the storm? I dialed her number again, pressing the phone to my ear, silently begging her to pick up. But the robotic voice telling me the number was unreachable sliced through the car like a knife. I cursed under my breath, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. My heart hammered so

LAUREN'S POV “Once you walk out of these doors, I don’t want to ever see you here again.” Those words had burned into my memory like hot iron against skin. Ethan’s voice still echoed in my head whenever I let my mind drift back to that day. I remember the way his face looked cold, unbothered, as if the five years plus we spent together as husband and wife meant absolutely nothing to him. It was funny, in a bitter kind of way, how it only took him three short weeks to dismantle what we’d built over half a decade. Yet here I was, just weeks later, standing on the edge of doing exactly what I swore I would never do, going back to that house. Back to him. But not for him never for him. This was about Elena. I glanced down at the blanket in my hand, the one that had been with Elena since she was a baby, the edges a little frayed, but it still smelled faintly of her baby fragrance. That blanket meant the world to her, it was her comfort, her security. Without it, she’d stay up all night,

LAUREN'S POV I sat there in the pool of blood, still holding my sweet child’s body in my arms. My heart felt as though it had been ripped out of my chest and crushed into dust. I kept trying to convince myself that she wasn’t gone, that any moment now her little chest would rise and fall, that her warm brown eyes would flutter open, that she’d look at me and smile the way she always did. But reality was cruel, and it stared me right in the face. My eyes had turned red and swollen from endless crying, and tears kept falling no matter how hard I tried to stop them. My head ached so terribly it felt as if it might split open, but the pain inside my chest was far worse, something no medicine could ever cure. My hands were shaking violently as I clung to her, afraid that if I let go, I’d truly have to accept that she was gone. My dress was soaked through with her blood, clinging to my skin and heavy against my body, but I didn’t care about that, not even for a moment. It had been over t

TESSA'S POVI didn’t even realize my legs had gone numb from kneeling on the cold floor until Ethan’s voice cut through the air like a blade.“Get her out of here!” he barked, his voice hoarse, raw with something between grief and rage. His eyes were bloodshot, the veins around his temples standing out.Lauren stayed frozen in my arms, her cheek pressed against my shoulder, her tears soaking through the fabric of my shirt. I could feel the faint, hollow tremor of her sobs as she kept whispering the same words over and over under her breath, “My baby… my baby…”At first, she barely seemed to hear Ethan. But then he came closer, his footsteps heavy and angry on the tiled floor. His shadow fell over us, and even before I looked up, I could feel the heat of his anger radiating like fire.“I said get out!” he shouted, his voice cracking at the end, as though grief had tightened its grip around his throat.Lauren didn’t even flinch. It was like her mind and soul were somewhere else, locked