All Chapters of Love me again, Dear Ex wife!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kayla’s POVCold. That was the first thing I felt. Cold air pressing against my skin, sharp and sterile. When I tried to move, something tugged at my wrist. Metal.I forced my eyes open. The world came into focus in pieces—white walls, the faint hum of machinery, a glass panel above me flooding the room with dim light. I was strapped to a narrow bed, wires snaking from my arms into humming devices that blinked rhythmically, like tiny hearts beating in sync with mine.I tried to speak, but my voice came out as a rasp. “Hello?”The silence that followed was worse than any answer. Then, a door hissed open.Ethan stepped inside. He wasn’t wearing his rain-soaked coat anymore. Now, he looked clinical—dark shirt, rolled sleeves, his movements precise, efficient. His expression wasn’t cruel. It was calm. Controlled.“You’re awake,” he said quietly, as if the sight of me conscious was something expected, inevitable.I pulled against the straps. “Where am I?”He came closer, stopping just besi

Kayla’s POVDarkness swallowed everything. It wasn’t the kind of dark that simply hid the light—it was thick, pulsing, alive. It pressed against my skin, seeped into my lungs, and whispered with the echoes of something ancient and terrible.When I finally came to, the world was silent. No alarms. No gunfire. Just the faint hum of electricity somewhere deep beneath the floor. My head throbbed, my body felt weightless, and for a moment I couldn’t tell if I was alive or dreaming.Then I heard it—a faint groan beside me.“Damien?” My voice cracked, hoarse and unsteady.A few feet away, he stirred, blood streaked across his cheek, his shirt torn. Relief rushed through me so fast I almost sobbed. I crawled toward him, my trembling hand brushing his shoulder. “Hey. Wake up. Please.”He flinched before his eyes blinked open, dazed but alive. “Kayla…” His voice was gravel. “You’re okay.”“I think so,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure. My entire body still glowed faintly under my skin, like I

Kayla’s POVThe atmosphere was electric. Each hair on my frame stood on end as the whirring of the machinery increased in pitch, vibrating the walls. Lights flashed furiously, bursts of blue and white coloring the icy corridor in wild designs.Run!" cried Damien, yanking me toward the only door still ajar. Liam was behind me, limping badly, but dead set on it. Metal screeched against metal all around us as walls started to converge on us like the jaws of a trap.We had hardly stepped through the door before it thudded shut behind us with a deafening bang. I stumbled forward, gasping, my heart thumping so hard it hurt. The room that we stepped into was unlike any other—round, metal, spotlessly sterile. Walls were lined with tubes containing silently pulsing blue fluid.The air was charged. Every hair on my frame stood on end with the added thrum of machinery that made the walls shudder. Lights blazed frantically, streaks of blue and white lighting up the small passageway in wild patter

Kayla’s POVThe sound of glass breaking echoed like thunder. My mother’s warning still hung in the air, sharp and desperate, as smoke and light flooded the chamber.Damien pulled me back, his grip firm, but my eyes wouldn’t leave her. My mother. Alive. Her eyes—my eyes—glowed gold, and for a fleeting second I saw the same power that burned inside me flickering beneath her skin.She looked at me with so much sorrow it made my chest ache. “Kayla, listen to me,” she pleaded. “You don’t understand what he’s done—what he’s made you.”Before I could respond, the air split open. Ethan stepped out of the smoke like a shadow come to life. His white coat was torn, his skin streaked with blood, but his expression was calm—too calm.“Did you really think I’d die that easily?” he said softly. His voice was smooth, eerily gentle, like a lover whispering in the dark.Liam moved instantly, stepping in front of me, gun raised. “Stay away from her.”Ethan’s eyes flicked toward him, and with one small m

Kayla’s POVThe night was unnaturally still. Even the fire that had consumed the facility burned quieter now, its glow painting the sky in shades of crimson and ash. Every step we took toward the blue light in the distance felt heavier, as if the ground itself was pulling against us.Damien walked ahead, flashlight cutting a narrow path through the smoke. Liam followed close behind me, his limp worse now, but he didn’t complain. None of us spoke. The silence between us wasn’t peace—it was the fragile kind of quiet that comes before something breaks.The pulse of the blue light grew stronger the closer we got. It wasn’t just a visual glow; it had rhythm—steady, hypnotic—like a heartbeat. But it wasn’t mine, or Damien’s, or even the earth’s. It was Ethan’s.Each pulse sent a faint vibration through my chest, syncing with the warmth that still burned beneath my skin. I could feel him—inside me—alive in the places where fear and power met.You don’t have to fight me, his voice whispered,