บททั้งหมดของ Love me again, Dear Ex wife!: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Kayla’s POVWhen his voice had subsided the forest echoed back an even more soothing silence, as though even the night were too frightened to stir. I still heard the words spoken by my father and it was a creeper still, as it was a reminder that regardless of the distance I covered he could reach me.Liam stood tense beside me, his eyes scanning the shadows where the sound had come from. Damien was behind us, breath uneven, clutching his side from where a bullet had grazed him.For a long moment, no one spoke. The rain had stopped, but the air was thick, heavy with everything unsaid—fear, anger, love, betrayal.Then, softly, Liam said, “He’s closer than he sounds.”I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “What do we do?”He turned toward me, his blue eyes unreadable in the dim light. “We finish this.”Damien let out a low, pained laugh. “You mean we walk straight into a trap?”Liam’s tone was steady, controlled. “No. We make him believe we’re already in one.”I could barely think

Kayla’s POVThe rain continued. Like a never-ending curtain, it swept through the night, erasing the smell of smoke and terror but leaving behind the taste of dread that stuck to my tongue.We huddled beneath the collapsed remains of an old storage shed—barely a shelter, but it was all that stood between us and the merciless storm. The air was damp and cold. The sound of thunder rolled across the distance like a heartbeat too large for the earth.Liam lay motionless beside me, his head resting in my lap. The white cloth Damien had wrapped around his shoulder was a grim shade of crimson from the blood that had seeped through it. Each inhalation was a struggle, his breath was shallow, and his skin was pale.Damien knelt nearby, his flashlight flickering as he dug through his kit for supplies. His usually composed face was drawn tight with worry. “He’s lost too much blood,” he muttered under his breath. “If I can’t keep his temperature up, his organs might start shutting down.”“Do somet

Kayla’s POVThe rain came harder, drowning out the sound of my own breathing. The world blurred into streaks of gray and red—blood and water, life and death mingling until I couldn’t tell one from the other.Liam lay in my arms, his body limp, his blood seeping into my hands. His eyes, once sharp and unyielding, were half-lidded now, the blue fading like the last color of a dying sky.“Please,” I whispered, shaking him. “Please, Liam, open your eyes. Don’t do this.”Damien’s voice broke through the storm, sharp and heavy. “Kayla, I need you to move. We have to get him inside, out of the cold.”I couldn’t move. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My chest felt like it was splitting apart, every breath burning. “He’s not breathing,” I said, my voice cracking. “He’s not—”“Kayla!” Damien grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Look at me. He’s still alive. We can save him, but I need you to let go.”The words barely sank in, but something in his tone—the conviction, the urgency—s

Kayla’s POVThe forest was burning with light and sound. Every gunshot cracked like thunder, every spark from the weapons painted the night in flashes of red and gold. I dragged Damien through the mud, his weight heavy against me, his blood leaving a trail that shimmered faintly beneath the rain.“Almost there,” I whispered breathlessly, though I didn’t know where there was. The forest stretched endlessly, a maze of smoke and shadows. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt.Damien grunted, clutching his shoulder. “Kayla, stop… you can’t carry me like this.”“I’m not leaving you,” I shot back, my voice trembling. “Don’t you dare ask me to do that again.”He winced but didn’t argue. The rain fell harder, washing away the blood but not the fear. Behind us, I could still hear them—Ethan’s soldiers, or whoever they were—moving through the trees. Each crack of a branch made me flinch.We stumbled into a hollow beneath a fallen tree, barely enough space to breathe. I pushed Damien down gently

Kayla’s POVFor a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The sound of his voice tore through the quiet like a ghost clawing its way out of the grave.“Liam,” I whispered. The name barely left my lips, trembling with disbelief.Damien froze beside me, his hand gripping the gun tighter. His face paled, his jaw locking as his eyes darted toward the broken window. “That’s impossible.”The voice came again, closer now, calm but cold. “Kayla, open the door.”My heart hammered against my ribs. I could still hear the echo of his final words, feel the weight of his body in my arms, the stillness that had told me he was gone. I had felt his heartbeat fade. There was no way—no way he could be standing outside that door.Damien’s hand caught my arm before I could move. “Don’t,” he said sharply. “You saw him die.”“I also saw my brother die,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “And now he’s out there too.”For a long moment, we both stared at the door, the only sound the slow drip of rain from the roof and