All Chapters of Ex-husband, You Broke The Wrong Woman : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

[Asher] My jaw clenched as I fixed my gaze on Vienna standing in front of the door. Her clothes were torn at the side, the fabric hanging loosely like she hadn’t even noticed—or cared enough—to fix it. Her hair was a mess, completely dishevelled, strands sticking out in different directions like she’d been dragging her fingers through it over and over again. From where I was seated, I could see it all too clearly. Her eyes were red. Not just red—raw, swollen, like she’d cried herself dry and then cried some more. Her fingers clutched her gown so tightly. She looked pathetic. "Baby," Vienna’s voice rang out suddenly, shaky, broken. Tristan growled under his breath in front of me, the sound low. My eyes snapped to him. His hands were clenched hard on the table, his jaw locked like he was holding himself back from doing something reckless. Maybe I should have listened to Tristan a long time ago. Maybe I should have paid attention when he said there was something off about Vienna

[Vienna]"I'm asking you a freaking question!" Asher yelled, and I felt every part of my body stiffen at once, like my bones had locked in place.My soul was slowly slipping away from my body.I had never wanted the ground to split open so badly—to open wide and swallow me whole, erase me, end this moment before it destroyed everything.I bit down hard on my lips, tasting blood. This is not the time to give up, Vienna. Remember—you’re the master at flipping tables. That’s what you do best. I repeated the words in my head like a mantra, clinging to them the way a drowning person clings to air."I don't know what you're talking about, baby."The moment the word left my mouth, I saw it—the shift. Asher’s entire demeanor changed. His jaw clenched, his expression tightening as if even hearing that name from me irritated him down to his core. But of course, that wouldn’t last for long.I never lose.It’s impossible."What do you take me for?" I mumbled, letting the tears spill freely now, h

[Asher]I stared down at the watch in my hand.9:45 p.m.It had been over an hour since the doctor took samples from Vienna, and every second since then felt stretched thin.My lips pressed into a tight line as I lifted my gaze from the watch to the couch across the room.Vienna sat there beside Darian, her body angled toward him, one hand clamped tightly over his small fingers. Tears slid down her cheeks without pause, one after the other, like she couldn’t stop them even if she wanted to.But I knew better.I swallowed hard as Tristan’s words from earlier came crashing back into my head, sharp and uninvited."I don’t know what I’m feeling, but keep your eyes on Vienna. You can see it all over her — she’s up to no good."I tilted my head slightly, the sentence replaying over and over in my mind like a broken record.My jaw clenched as my eyes stayed fixed on Vienna. Her grip on Darian’s hand looked almost desperate, her fingers locked around his like she was afraid he might disappear

[Asher]The room instantly tilted.For a second, it felt like the floor dropped out from under me.I opened my mouth to speak—but nothing came out.My eyes shifted slowly to Vienna.She was leaning against the wall now, her face pale, her eyes blown wide as one hand dragged through her hair over and over again."I don’t know what he’s talking about," Vienna said weakly."And from my experience as a doctor," Dr. Benedict added, "The extent of the damage shows it has been present for years.""Just shut the fuck up!" Vienna screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You’re just saying trash! Darian is my son, you quack doctor!"I stood there, frozen, staring from the doctor back to her as my brain went completely numb.Damaged womb.Non-viable eggs.Not capable.A memory slammed into me so hard my heart began to race."You lost our child and had complications."The words Noel had said earlier echoed in my head, and suddenly my heartbeat doubled, then tripled.I spun around, my eyes flyi

[Asher]"Damn it. I didn't fucking think about that." Tristan growled."I didn’t either." I slammed my palm hard against the steering wheel, the sharp sound echoing my frustration. "My mom just said it, the fuck is wrong with me? Not once did it cross my mind.""Easy, man." Tristan’s voice was low, almost a whisper, as his hand landed gently on my back, trying to steady me.I shut my eyes tight for a moment, forcing myself to focus on the road ahead. "How can I take it easy, Tristan?" My voice cracked, raw with fear. "I’m not even one percent sure that bastard is still alive. I don’t even know if he’s still in Boston. What if we can’t find him? What happens to Darian then?""We will." Tristan’s words came steady, but I could hear the tremble beneath them—as if he was trying to convince himself more than me. "Nothing’s going to happen to Darian. I believe that. I fucking do."Less than ten minutes later, the hospital loomed before us.My entire body stiffened, heart sinking deeper and