All Chapters of His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lila’s POVShe steps into my space, closing the gap until I can feel her breath fanning against my cheek. Her perfume is sharp, expensive, and suffocating. Her head tilts ever so slightly as she leans closer, lips curving into a cruel smile.“Oops,” she drawls, her voice low and mocking, every syllable deliberately stretched. “You should watch where you’re going. I don’t like it when people are too clumsy.”The softness in her tone is feigned, the kind of sweetness meant to cut rather than comfort. It’s sugar-coated venom, designed to humiliate.A scoff escapes me before I can stop it, dry and bitter. Unbelievable.Her eyes narrow, the false amusement slipping away. She folds her arms across her chest, chin lifting with indignation.“You just scoffed?” she spits out, her voice rising in a sharp edge. “Do you even know who I am? How dare you look directly at me when I speak?”Her hand shoots up, fast and threatening, palm arcing through the air toward my cheek. Instinct kicks in. My fin

Lior’s POVThe moment I step into the hall, my breath stills in my chest. My eyes sweep over the crowd until they find her—and I freeze.Lila.Her hair is disheveled, her face pale, her whole frame trembling like she’s been dragged through fire. And Liam—his hand wrapped around her arm as though she belongs to him.Rage surges through me, sharp and blinding. Did he do this to her? Did he put her in this state? If he had a hand in it, I swear I’ll never forgive him.I start toward them, every step heavier, my anger pulsing like a war drum. The whispers rising in the room barely reach me. Nothing matters but getting her away from him.Then, out of nowhere, a body collides into me, halting my stride. Small but firm, arms clinging around me. I look down—and freeze.Aurelia.Even after years, I know that face. The one that tormented me through childhood, always around because my mother wanted her close. Her presence was a chain back then, and even now, the weight of it presses on me.What t

Lior’s POVI pull the envelope open with careful precision, sliding the paper from its sealed fold. A file slips out along with it, and I lift it, my eyes catching the first line. My breath hitches.Liam Viance.Father: Sebastian Viance (late).Mother: Elara Viance.Sole heir to the Viance Innovations.No siblings.Current relationship: With Claudia Mercer, the woman he had an affair with while married to Lila. Claudia is now expecting his child.My chest tightens. I stare at the words married to Lila, shock knocking me back in my chair. My hands tremble as I drop my gaze to the bottom of the page, then jerk it back to the top, scanning again as if a second reading might reveal more. There’s nothing else. Just this.That’s it. That’s all?I let the paper slip from my fingers. It flutters to the desk with a soft thud. Slowly, I look up at Dave, my voice low but sharp, every word deliberate.“Now tell me,” I say, the edge in my tone cutting through the silence, “why the hell am I only ge

Lila’s POVI have no idea where we are.Lior pulls into a gated compound just outside the city. Tall trees shade most of the afternoon sun, their shadows falling like a quiet curtain. The gray stone walls feel like they’ve guarded secrets for decades. The entire place radiates privacy—exclusive, calm, deliberately secluded.As the car engine dies, two men in black approach. One opens the door for Lior with a nod; the other steps toward me, offering a formal, practiced welcome. Neither explains anything. I just follow, unsure why we’re here.We walk down a narrow corridor that opens into a larger space. My breath stills.Guns. A wall of them. Shelves lined with ear covers and protective gear. Targets with clean red centers pinned at the far end. Industrial lights hum above. The air smells of metal, powder, and something colder beneath. A shooting range.Before I can ask, several men surround Lior, helping him into gear with effortless familiarity. He slides into the vest like it’s part

Lila’s POVI stare down at the address in my phone, then up at the brass plaque on the building. The numbers match. The message from the search agency said to be here by six, and here I am. My chest tightens. I was told to come and listen, nothing more. Just hear what they have and go back home. I left without telling anyone. I do not want Lior finding out about my messy life.The building looks smaller up close than it did on the map. Sunlight slides off the glass like an insult. I pause and study the entrance. This is it, I think. This is the final moment. I was waiting years for a call like this. They never called. Then the message arrived, precise and sudden. Why now?A tug of hope pulls at me, then doubt. Maybe they will say the same thing they always say, that there are no leads, that I should make peace with being abandoned. I imagine the words, feel them bruise me the same way they always do. I almost turn to leave. That would be easier. But what if this time is different? What