All Chapters of Love me again, Dear Ex wife!: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Kayla’s POVThe rain began that night. It came softly at first, the kind that barely touched the skin—gentle, cleansing, deceptive. But it didn’t stop. Hours passed, and the sky opened wider, drowning the forest in silver sheets.Damien and I had found an old cabin half buried beneath vines and time. It wasn’t much, but it was shelter. He’d built a fire, its glow flickering across his tired face. The sound of rain filled the silence between us, rhythmic and haunting.I sat by the window, watching water streak down the glass. My reflection stared back at me—pale, hollow-eyed, alive but not whole.“You’re quiet,” Damien said behind me. His voice was low, cautious, like he was afraid one wrong word would shatter me.I turned slightly. “I don’t know what to say anymore.”He crossed the room, kneeling beside me. “Then don’t say anything.”His hand found mine, his fingers warm against my cold skin. For a while, we just sat like that, two broken pieces trying to fit together. The fire crackl

Kayla’s POVThe sound of the storm outside faded until all I could hear was the frantic pounding of my own heartbeat. The truth hung in the air like smoke, thick and suffocating.Damien and Liam stood across from each other, the shattered remains of the coffee table between them, both bleeding, both shaking, both watching me.“You knew each other,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “You both knew. And you both lied.”Liam’s chest rose and fell with fury. “What the hell is she talking about?”Damien’s eyes flickered toward me, pain shadowing his expression. “Kayla, please. It’s not what you think.”“Then tell me what it is!” I snapped, my voice breaking. “Because all I see are two men who’ve been fighting over me like I’m some prize you both think you deserve!”The silence that followed made the walls feel closer, tighter. Liam took a slow step forward, his hand curling into a fist. “How long, Damien? How long have you been in this?”“Liam, stop,” Damien warned.“How long?” Liam roared, hi

Kayla’s POVTheir rain fell, but what had replaced it was worse than the storm, its silence. It was heavy and relentless and it was pressed down on me, and it wrapped round the cabin like a shroud. The odor of blood and gunpowder was in the air, heavy metal-like and choking.Ryan’s body lay motionless on the floor. His eyes, once sharp and alive, stared at nothing now. Damien knelt beside him, his hand trembling as he reached for a pulse that wasn’t there.“He’s gone,” Damien whispered, his voice rough and broken.I couldn’t move. My body was frozen, my mind a blur of noise and silence all at once. The gun slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a dull thud. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I breathed.Damien stood slowly, his face pale under the dim light from the dying fire. “You didn’t do this, Kayla. I did.”But that didn’t matter. The image of Ryan falling, the sound of the shot, the emptiness in his eyes—it was burned into me. I could feel the weight of it pressing agains

Kayla’s POVThe morning came with a dull gray light that barely touched the cabin. The storm had passed, but the world outside still looked bruised and heavy, like the sky itself had forgotten how to breathe. I sat by the window, staring at the wet trees, trying to quiet the chaos inside me.One night. That was all it had taken for everything to change again.Ryan was dead. My grandmother’s secrets had surfaced. And I was a Reyes—one of the people I had spent my whole life running from without even knowing it.Liam and Damien had fallen silent after the message arrived. Neither had slept. Neither had spoken much since. I could feel their fear, their tension, but beneath it all, I could sense something else—guilt.They both knew something they weren’t saying.I turned from the window and found Damien sitting at the table, his head bowed, hands clasped together. His knuckles were still bruised from the fight, but his eyes held that same storm they always did when he was thinking too muc

Kayla’s POVThe road stretched endlessly into the storm, slick with rain and shadows. Trees blurred past like ghosts, their twisted limbs scraping against the night. Every bump of the car made me flinch. Damien’s hands were tight on the wheel, his jaw set, his eyes fixed ahead. Liam sat beside him in silence, his face unreadable.I sat in the back seat, clutching the small locket my grandmother had given me years ago. It was the only thing that still felt real, solid—a small piece of her that hadn’t turned to dust and secrets.The sound of the tires on wet asphalt was the only thing anchoring me to the present.We drove for hours without speaking. The farther we went, the heavier the air became, like we were moving closer to something that didn’t want to be found.When the road curved into a long, narrow path flanked by ancient oak trees, my stomach tightened. I recognized this route. Even after years, I could still feel the memory of the gravel crunching under my grandmother’s car as