Semua Bab My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back : Bab 131 - Bab 140

VYThe weekend after Ares had been torture.I'd spent Saturday and Sunday hiding in my penthouse like a coward. Working from home. Avoiding the hallway. Timing my exits so I wouldn't run into him.When I did see him, I looked away. Pretended I didn't notice him watching me. Pretended my entire body didn't react to his presence.He was furious. I could feel it radiating off him even from a distance.Sunday morning I'd gone down to the lobby and found him there with Ilias. Our eyes met for half a second before I turned and walked in the opposite direction.I heard Ilias say something low. Heard Ares's response, too quiet to make out the words but the anger in his tone was unmistakable.Turner had driven me to a coffee shop across town just to avoid being in the building."Everything alright, Ms. Blackwood?" he'd asked carefully."Fine. Why?""No reason." But he'd glanced in the rearview mirror like he knew exactly why I was running.Even Maya knew something was wrong. She'd tried to ask

IVYI woke up to the sound of machines beeping steadily and the sharp smell of antiseptic burning my nostrils.Hospital. I was in a hospital.My head felt like it had been split open with an axe. Every part of my body ached with a deep, bone-level pain that made even breathing difficult. When I tried to move, sharp agony shot through my ribs and I gasped."Don't move."Vincent's voice cut through the fog in my brain.I forced my eyes open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights. He sat in a chair beside my bed, looking more exhausted than I'd ever seen him. His suit was wrinkled, his tie loosened, like he'd been sitting there for hours without caring about his appearance for once."What happened?" My voice came out rough and cracked, barely recognizable as my own."You were in a car accident. Hit your head pretty hard." He leaned forward, studying my face with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. "You've been unconscious for two days. The doctors were starting to worry abou

IVY That evening, just as I was settling into the couch with a heating pad pressed against my bruised ribs, my lawyer called. "Ivy, we need to meet as soon as possible. The custody hearing has been moved up significantly." My stomach dropped like a stone, fear coursing through my veins. "What do you mean moved up? We had six weeks—" "Alexander's team filed an emergency motion and pushed for an expedited hearing. They're claiming Lucas is in immediate danger of being exposed to your unstable lifestyle, and they cited your car accident as evidence of the chaos surrounding your life right now." His voice was grim, heavy with bad news. "Between the accident making local news and those photographs they submitted, the judge agreed to hear the case sooner. The hearing is now scheduled for seven days from today." Seven days. Not six weeks. Seven goddamn days to build a case that could determine whether I ever saw my son again. "That's not enough time—" "I know, and I already file

IVYI stood there on the sidewalk, staring at the man I'd once loved with everything in me, the man who'd destroyed me and was now sitting in a car looking like his own life was falling apart.My security team had positioned themselves around us, hands near their weapons, ready to intervene if Alexander made any threatening move.Turner stood closest to me, his body tense and protective."We have nothing to talk about," I said coldly. "Anything regarding Lucas goes through our lawyers. You know that.""Ivy, please." Alexander opened his car door and stepped out slowly, hands visible like he was approaching a wild animal. "Just five minutes. That's all I'm asking."He looked worse than I'd ever seen him. His expensive suit was rumpled, his tie loose and askew. There was a stain on his collar that might have been coffee. His eyes were bloodshot and desperate, and he'd lost weight—his face was gaunt, almost hollow.This wasn't the confident, successful man who'd asked me for a divorce tw

My hands were shaking but I managed to hit the record button on my phone, capturing everything that was about to happen. Evidence. I needed evidence."Lucas, baby, I'm here. Talk to me." I kept my voice as calm as I could even though panic was clawing at my throat.He was sobbing so hard he could barely get the words out. "I took Dad's phone. I'm hiding in the bathroom. Mom, I want to come home. Please, I want to come home."Each word felt like a knife twisting in my chest. My son. My baby. Hiding and scared and begging me to save him."I know, sweetheart. I know. I'm going to make that happen, I promise." I was already standing up, already looking around for my purse and keys. "But right now I need you to tell me what happened. Can you do that?""Sophia yelled at me." His voice hitched on another sob. "She was so mad, Mom. I didn't mean to make her mad, I just asked if I could call you and she got so angry.""What did she say to you?""She said—" He broke off, crying harder. "She sai