All Chapters of Ex-husband, You Broke The Wrong Woman : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

[Asher]"What are you talking about?" Raphael snapped on his end. I adjusted my seat, the leather creaking beneath my weight as I leaned forward, elbow on my desk, fingers pressed against my temple.I hurt Elena, that I know. The memory of it lives under my skin, crawls through my veins like poison that refuses to leave. But I wouldn't sit and watch her get hurt for the second time by a man I can clearly tell she's already fucking in love with.My heart clenched immediately.That word—love for another man.It wrapped around my lungs and squeezed. I swallowed hard, trying to force down the lump in my throat as it echoed in my mind over and over, cruel and relentless."Are you fucking going to talk and stop breathing in my ear?" Raphael snapped, dragging me back to the present.My fingers began tapping against the wooden table, a restless rhythm that matched the storm in my chest. I leaned back against my chair, staring at the ceiling as if the cracks in it could give me the right word

[Elena]I haven’t driven this fast in my entire life.The tires screamed against the asphalt as my car lunged forward, each second dragging like an eternity. My chest thumped so violently it felt like it would burst through my ribs. Darian’s school, normally just a short drive, seemed impossibly far today.Why the hell wouldn’t the principal tell me what happened? Or what the damn issue was?I pressed my palms harder against the steering wheel, my knuckles whitening with the pressure.I swerved slightly to the right, ignoring the honks of cars behind me.The moment my car rolled to a stop outside the school, I didn’t even wait to check if the engine was still running. I threw the door open, legs pumping as I dashed toward the gate, heart hammering against my ribcage like it was trying to escape."Elena!"The voice cut through the chaos, familiar.I paused for barely a second, turning to see Asher sprinting toward me, Panic, fury, and something else etched across his face.But I didn’t

[Elena]If someone had told me that I would end up sitting in the car with Asher driving us to his house instead of mine, I would have seriously doubted it.My heart ached as I stared at Darian.The smile on his face when I agreed that we were going to his father's house was unmistakable.And that alone left me wondering if he had really missed the house he knew for those three years that much.Had my son been unhappy staying in my house instead of his father's house?Was I holding him back when he truly wanted to be with his father?So many thoughts ran through my mind, and each one rose heavier than the last, and with every single one, something sharp drove deeper into my chest.I turned my head toward the window, pretending to be interested in the blur of buildings and passing cars, but I wasn’t seeing any of it.All I could see was that smile on Darian's face.There shouldn’t be any reason for me to step foot into Asher’s house again.But this was different.My son is unwell. He h

[Elena]My chest tightened again, for what felt like the umpteenth time, as I tried to focus on the TV screen. Darian had insisted on watching one of his favorite movies, and here I was, sitting beside him on Asher’s couch, watching Power Rangers.Yes. You heard that right. I am spending the night at Asher’s.I could have left. I should have. I mean, Darian was with his dad, and as much as I’d been scared to leave him here, I knew Asher wouldn’t let anything happen again. Not on his watch.But still… I couldn’t. Not while Darian was in pain, not while he needed me.I’d called my mom to explain that I would be spending the night at Asher's. As expected, she hadn’t taken it well at first. But once I told her about Darian’s condition and how he had insisted, she understood perfectly, but of course not without telling me to be careful.I had bathed Darian earlier, carefully, slowly, letting the warm water ease the tension in his little body. He’d protested initially, but by the time I rin

[Asher]The moment the words left me, I felt it in my chest. That tight pull. Regret maybe. Or fear.Elena’s gaze shifted to me slowly. Not surprised. Just steady. Measuring."He’s asleep," I added. "You can come back very early tomorrow… if you don’t want him to know you left."There was something in her eyes then. It flickered across her face so fast I almost missed it. Not softness. Not anger either. Just… something. And then it was gone."I know you’re not comfortable being here.""Of course I’m not." She didn’t raise her voice. That was worse. Her jaw tightened, and when she looked at me it felt personal. "And if I can, I would leave. But not with my son here with a cast on his leg."My son.The words pressed against my ribs."He’s my son as well, Elena. I can take care of him."Even as I said it, my chest tightened for a different reason. Because if she actually agreed—if she walked out—that door would close and the house would feel empty in a way I wasn’t ready for.She’s stand