All Chapters of Ex-husband, You Broke The Wrong Woman : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

[Elena]My chest tightened, and I felt a huge lump form in my throat as I stared at my phone's screen.I could hear my mom asking what the problem was, but the voice faded into the background as I focused on the headline."The reunited daughter of the Thorne family, Elena, is not as good as her family portrayed her —she had a very ugly past where she once stabbed a woman just because of a man that never wanted her."My throat felt dry. My jaw clenched, my lips pressed into a thin line as my hand tightened on my phone.I didn't need to know the people who would stoop so low to this.But this was not the way I wanted to open up my past for my family. I could tell this was exactly what Raphael was reading and, as if I couldn't be more right, his voice echoed, snapping me out of my thoughts."Stop reading that and keep your phone down," Raphael said. My eyes shifted from my phone toward him and I could see it in his face."What's going on?" Mom asked again. I swallowed so hard my ears pop

[Raphael]I was pissed.Royally pissed.And no, not at my sister.And even when I sounded like I'd do something on my own, I would not do what she doesn't want me to do — which is finding the bastards that put her through so much.For a second, my mind drifted back to everything she narrated yesterday.I was paying close attention when she said a few words. The attention I was paying was more about names — the freaking people that made a human being go through so much.I didn't need to ask if she was telling the truth or not.I felt it.I can't explain it, but when she was narrating everything, I knew the person who posted that about her was wrong.The post was taking a damn long time to be taken down, which was pissing me off as hell.My hand balled into a fist as I tightened my right hand on the steering wheel.I wouldn't do what she doesn't want me to do. I saw it in her eyes — how the topic still affected her, even when she claimed she had chosen peace.No, there's no peace after

[Asher]I should have known something was wrong.With the way Vienna was overly cheerful yesterday—smiling too much, fluttering around the house—I should have fucking known something was off.There’s no other explanation for this.No one else would dare stoop this low. Why the fuck would she post this?How did I miss it?My jaw locked as I stared at the glowing screen in front of me, the article sitting there like a slow-burning fire. My chest tightened with every line I read.Then my gaze flicked to Elena.She sat across from me, her posture rigid, her expression unreadable except for those eyes—those blue eyes that blazed like frost catching sunlight. I didn’t need to ask. She’d seen it.She avoided my gaze deliberately, her fingers curling over the edge of the table."Elena," I said again, quieter this time.She scoffed, a dry, humorless sound before finally turning to face me. "Mr. Asher Langston," she began, voice low but sharp, "I have no idea what you’re talking about. And why

[Asher]I was driving like a madman.My chest tightened as a thousand questions tore through my head.Why would Vienna tell the nanny not to let me know?Why rush our son to the hospital and keep it from me?The thought alone made my heart twist painfully.My mother’s voice echoed in my head from a few weeks ago —"Asher, doesn’t Darian look a little pale to you?"I’d brushed it off then, saying he was fine. I swallowed hard, my grip tightening on the steering wheel as I swerved sharply to the right. My pulse hammered against my throat.A breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding escaped when the hospital building finally came into view.I slammed the brakes, barely threw the gear into park before I was out of the car and running. My shoes hit the pavement hard, adrenaline burning through my veins.Inside, the smell of antiseptic filled my lungs. My fingers dug into my palms as I approached the receptionist. She gave me directions, and I barely waited for her to finish before heading

[Asher]We’re supposed to trust doctors.I mean, everyone has their area of expertise.But why on earth did I feel like something was wrong?I’d gone over the test results of my little boy — they matched exactly what the doctor had said. I even researched the diagnosis myself, trying to understand what it meant, and everything I found lined up perfectly with the explanation he’d given me.The doctor said Darian would be fine in a few days.But my baby boy was still lying there on that hospital bed.He was a little better than he was last week — he could eat now and even manage a small smile — but looking at him, I could tell something still wasn’t right.I’d talked to Vienna about bringing in another doctor. I could get one of the best doctors in the world if I wanted to.But what Vienna said made sense.Dr. Adam had been Darian’s doctor since he was little. He’d always handled his treatment without any problems, so Vienna thought it was best to let him continue.I agreed at first, bu