Todos os capítulos de Ex-husband, You Broke The Wrong Woman : Capítulo 311 - Capítulo 320

[Elena]Owen's eyes widened, and for a split second something raw and ugly flashed across his face — guilt. Not the subtle kind. Not the kind you can talk your way out of. The kind that makes a man look like he’s just been stripped naked in the middle of a crowded room.If anything, he looked like he wanted the ground beneath his polished studio floor to crack open and swallow him whole."What exactly were your plans?" I asked.My voice came out calm. Too calm. It scared even me.Inside, my heart was pounding so violently I could feel it in my throat, in my temples, in the tips of my fingers. It felt like my ribs were barely holding it in."Don't fucking keep quiet on me," I continued, my jaw tightening. "What the hell were you planning to do to me with this evil woman?"My voice rang against the walls, sharp and cutting, as I turned fully toward Clara.I expected fear.I expected at least a flicker of panic.She knows this is her end. Not just her — their end. She knows that if I wal

[Elena]My eyes tightened shut the second the gun went off.The sound wasn’t just loud — it cracked through the room like something breaking apart. It felt too big for the space. Too violent.Owen screamed.It wasn’t the scream you hear in movies. It was cut short. Choked. Like it surprised even him.I swallowed, but my throat felt dry and tight, like I’d been screaming too. My lips trembled as I waited.For pain.For something hot tearing through me.My heart slammed so hard against my ribs it hurt. I lifted my hand to my stomach without thinking, bracing for blood, for warmth soaking through my dress."Oh my goodness," Clara’s voice broke in, but it didn’t sound controlled anymore. It sounded… shaken. "Who the hell are...""How dare you!" A familiar voice snapped behind me and I froze.My eyes flew open.For a second, nothing made sense. My brain refused to catch up.The gun Clara had been holding was on the floor, a few feet away from her. It had slid across the marble and stopped

[Elena]"Elena, it’s been over six hours. You can't just lock yourself in there, please open the door."Asher’s voice cracked from the other side, strained and rough, like he had been talking nonstop. Like he hadn’t moved. Like he had been standing there the entire time.I didn’t answer.I sat on the floor with my back against the bed, my knees drawn up slightly, my phone clutched in my hand like it was the only solid thing left in my world. My eyes were fixed on the screen as I scrolled through every message Owen had ever sent me.Every "I miss you."Every "You mean everything to me."Every "I would never hurt you."For six straight hours, I had been reading and rereading them like I was searching for cracks in the sentences. For hidden meanings. For some sign that I had missed something obvious.But all I saw was affection.All I saw was warmth.All I saw was love.Not knowing that every one of them has been fake... fucking fake!The tears hadn’t stopped since I locked myself in one

[Elena]"What exactly is going on here?"Asher and I both froze at the same time, our bodies going rigid as the voice cut sharply through the hallway. The moment we turned, my breath caught in my throat.Raphael and Matteo stood there at the entrance of the corridor.Both of them.Their presence hit the space like a sudden storm.Their chests were rising and falling heavily as if they had run up several flights of stairs to get here. Raphael’s hair was slightly disheveled, Matteo’s shirt clung to his chest with sweat, and the tension rolling off them was so thick it was almost suffocating.Their eyes were locked on us.Or more precisely—on the way I had been standing in Asher’s arms seconds ago.My mouth parted instinctively as I tried to say something, anything that would explain the situation before my brothers jumped to the worst possible conclusion. But the words refused to come out. Raphael’s gaze had already shifted from me to Asher, and the darkness settling in his eyes made my

[Elena]"Mommy, why is Daddy not coming?"Darian asked the question again, his small voice carrying the same impatience he had shown for the past fifteen minutes. At this point, it felt like he had asked it a hundred times since we arrived at the park.I looked down at him and smiled softly, brushing a hand over his hair before leaning forward to kiss his forehead."He’ll be here soon, baby," I murmured gently. "You know your daddy always keeps his promises, right?"Darian giggled at the kiss, but his attention drifted right back to the parking area. His eyes kept darting toward the entrance like he expected Asher’s car to suddenly appear at any second.We had only planned to spend the afternoon together, just the two of us. But the moment Darian spotted another family riding the bright little train that circled the amusement park, everything changed. There was a mother, a father, and their little boy sitting between them, laughing loudly as the train passed by.Darian’s eyes had lit