All Chapters of Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Inside the hospital room, the heart monitor began to waver.The green line that had been steady and rhythmic turned erratic.Beep—…beep—…beep—The intervals stretched longer and longer.The nurse outside the room continued jotting down numbers, unaware of the change.On the bed, beneath Edward's tightly shut eyelids, the faintest movement stirred—as if he were struggling to surface, or surrendering altogether.Elsewhere, Margaret lay in her own hospital bed, her consciousness still drifting in and out.But through the glass wall ahead, she could see the anxious figure waiting outside.A faint, fragile smile lifted her pale face.Giles had been clutching his shirt in both fists. When he met his mother's eyes, he shouted through tears,"Mom! Mom, you're awake!"The doctor removed his stethoscope and told the nurse, "Vitals are stable. She can be moved to a regular room."When Dave arrived, Giles was collapsed over Margaret, sobbing uncontrollably.Margaret wanted to reassure him, but t

Inside the hospital room, a heating pad rested against Cecilia's lower back.Liam's warm palm lay over her abdomen, steady and gentle.Strangely enough, the stabbing pain really did ease.Cecilia finally caught her breath and glared at the culprit responsible for all this."This is your fault. My period used to be totally normal. It never hurt like this."Liam nodded immediately, sincere and obedient."Yes. All my fault. I accept full punishment."Cecilia arched a brow, deciding she might as well take advantage."I want a pastrami sandwich from Katz's, a lobster roll from Pearl Oyster Bar, and a slice of Junior's cheesecake.""That's it?""For now," she said righteously."Alright. When you're discharged, I'll get them all."Cecilia narrowed her eyes. "Why when I'm discharged? Shouldn't you be getting them now, then kneeling and presenting them to me with both hands?""I'm afraid you'll be in pain again," Liam said, pulling her gently into his arms. "Get some sleep first. I'll have the

Giles stood stiffly with both hands clenched, his voice low and resentfully strained."Uncle Dave, why didn't you let me fire back at her?""You should learn from her," Dave replied calmly. "If someone hates you that intensely, it means you've made yourself impossible to ignore."Giles scoffed. "She only wins because she talks big. If it came down to a real fight, she wouldn't last ten seconds against me."Dave reached out and ruffled his hair. "Why would she need to get her own hands dirty?"Giles froze for a moment, then lowered his gaze with a sly, almost petulant grin."Then tell me—what do I have to do to make her beg for mercy just once?"Dave watched the elevator numbers climb, his voice dropping."Everyone has a breaking point. Remember that. She may be a step ahead of you today, but your future is longer than hers."The elevator doors slid open. The two walked out side by side.Giles couldn't decipher what that meant.As he stared at Dave's back, a dream flashed across his mi

Dave stiffened, but in the end he had no choice except to step forward.The confidence he wore earlier was already cracking."Dave." Edward's voice was terrifyingly calm. "When the child was born, I distinctly remember asking you to run the paternity test. Can you swear before God that you truly used my blood and Giles's blood for that test?"Dave glanced at the boy sobbing into his hands, then at Edward—who was pressing him relentlessly—and took a slow breath. His tone was righteous, almost offended."I swear, I never violated my professional ethics. I never falsified anything.""Would you swear on something more serious?" Edward asked, cold as ice. "Say, swear that your own family line ends with you?"Dave's shoulders trembled. "That's… that's uncalled for. If you have something to say, say it. Why resort to this kind of psychological torture?"Edward laughed, a low, bitter sound."Oh, so you know what it means to be cruel and merciless. Interesting. Then tell me—how were you able t

Gia parked the car outside the precinct and cast a worried glance at Margaret. "Do you want me to go in with you?"Margaret turned her head stiffly, staring blankly at the gold-trimmed badge above the entrance.Gia stepped out, giving her a moment alone.Margaret dragged her feet toward the edge of the lawn. The air carried the heavy scent of gardenias, and her throat tightened as she inhaled.Suddenly, a shout burst from the precinct doors."He's gone!" an officer yelled, then caught sight of a shadow slipping along the side of the building.Margaret's face paled. She scanned the street and rushed toward the commotion.Dave hadn't expected to run into Margaret here—especially not like this.She was always immaculate, always elegant, always composed. Even in her thirties she maintained the glow of someone ten years younger.He loved her for that. For her beauty, her selfishness, even her flaws.But today she looked like a blood-stained phantom—like a lost child with nowhere to go. The