บททั้งหมดของ My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

I held my breath behind the headstone, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might explode. The footsteps had stopped right where I'd been sitting moments before, and now there was this heavy silence that felt like the whole world was waiting for something terrible to happen.Then I heard the rustle of expensive fabric, like someone adjusting their clothes. Whoever it was wasn't leaving. They were settling in.I pressed myself flatter against the granite, trying to become invisible. But my curiosity was killing me. Who was standing at my mother's grave in the middle of the night? And why weren't they saying anything?Very slowly, very carefully, I peered around the edge of the headstone.The man standing there made my breath catch in my throat.He was probably in his early sixties, with silver-gray hair that was perfectly styled despite the late hour. His suit looked like it cost more than I used to make in a year - some kind of charcoal gray fabric that seemed to absorb the moonligh

I slapped my hands to my mouth to keep my scream of terror in my throat as the first shot cracked through the night air like thunder, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.Shit, shit, shit!What had I done? What kind of hell had I walked into? All I'd wanted was to visit my mother's grave and cry over my pathetic life, and now I was trapped in the middle of a fucking war zone.More shots rang out, sharp and deafening in the quiet cemetery and the sound was nothing like in the movies - it was louder, ear splitting, like someone was setting off fireworks right next to my ears. Muzzle flashes lit up the darkness in quick, bright bursts that burned into my retinas and left me seeing spots.I’m going to die here.I pressed myself so hard against my mother's headstone that the granite cut into my back, but I barely felt it. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode out of my chest.A man screamed somewhere to my left and then came the wet, heavy sound of a body hitting the groun

"What the fuck are you doing here?" The younger man's voice cut through the night air like a whip.I was still tangled against him from our collision, close enough to see the shock in his dark eyes. His expensive cologne filled my nostrils - something woodsy and masculine that probably cost more than my rent used to be. For a split second, I was distracted by how solid he felt, how warm his body was through the expensive fabric of his jacket.Then reality crashed back down on me."It's none of your business!" The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them, sharp and defiant.The moment they left my lips, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. What was wrong with me? This man had just murdered a dozen people without breaking a sweat. He was pointing a gun at someone's head. And I was mouthing off to him like he was some random jerk who'd cut me off in traffic.His eyes narrowed dangerously, and I felt my stomach drop to somewhere around my ankles. The same cold, predatory expr

Pain slammed into me the second consciousness crept back in.My chest felt like someone had been using it as target practice, which, considering the last thing I remembered, was probably accurate. Every breath sent fire shooting through my ribs, and there was a dull throbbing in my head that made me want to crawl back into the darkness.But something was wrong. I wasn't dead.I didn't think it would be fair if the dead felt pain like I did.I was in a hospital.But, this wasn't a regular hospital.I kept my eyes shut and tried to piece together where I was through my other senses. The bed I was lying on felt expensive - not the scratchy hospital sheets I was used to, but something soft and smooth like silk. The air smelled clean but with hints of fresh flowers, plus the antiseptic stench of a medical facility.And there were voices. Low, masculine voices speaking in what sounded like a foreign language.My heart started racing, which sent another wave of agony through my chest. Who we

The stolen truck wheezed to a stop at the edge of the Sterling estate, black smoke pouring from under the hood. I'd probably destroyed the engine, but that was the least of my problems right now.Not at all.What I was seeing in front of me made my brain short-circuit completely.“What the fuck?” I whispered, frozen as I stared.The entire front lawn of the Sterling mansion had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale. White chairs arranged in perfect rows, an archway covered in roses and baby's breath, a red carpet runner leading to an altar where a priest stood in flowing robes.It was very obvious what was going on.A wedding. There was a full wedding ceremony happening on my former front lawn.And not just any wedding.I stumbled out of the truck, my hospital gown catching on the door handle and tearing further. Blood from my reopened chest wound had soaked through the thin fabric, and I probably looked like something from a horror movie. But I couldn't look away from t