All Chapters of Love me again, Dear Ex wife!: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Kayla’s POVThe sensation of the mirror shattering to pieces flung itself through the room like a bomb. Glints and glimpses of glass, smattering the floor. My arms hid my face when I was dragged down by Damien to protect me against the shower of glass.As the noise died away, the silence followed, and it was great and absolute. The rain outside was the only thing that had pierced through, knocking irritatingly on the window like ghost fingers.I opened my eyes. The mirror was gone—reduced to fragments that reflected a thousand tiny pieces of me. And in every reflection, my eyes seemed to glow faintly silver.The figure that had stepped through the door was no longer there. But the air still carried his presence. The cold that followed him clung to the walls, thick and unnatural.Damien straightened slowly, his breathing rough. “He’s gone,” he said, though the uncertainty in his voice made my heart race faster.I shook my head, trembling. “No. He’s not. He was never outside that door.

Kayla’s POVFor a moment, I forgot how to breathe. It felt like time itself held still, trapping us in that terrible silence. She stood in the doorway, her reflection of me so exact it was almost unbearable—same eyes, same lips, even the faint scar near my temple. But there was something else too. Something colder.She didn’t blink. She didn’t flinch. She looked at me with a familiarity that felt like possession.Damien stepped in front of me, his arm slightly raised, his voice hard. “Who are you?”Her lips curved in a slow smile. “I told you. I’m her. The part she forgot. The part your precious Kayla buried.”My stomach twisted. “No. That’s not possible.”“Oh, it’s very possible,” she said, stepping further into the room. The air seemed to grow colder with every word. “Did you really think he only made one of you? You—the soft, obedient daughter? No, Kayla. You were the prototype. I’m the perfection he was after.”Damien’s jaw clenched. “Stay where you are.”She laughed softly, the s

Kayla’s POVThe light between us was like a beating of the heart, sharp and blinding. Each puff I made, it appeared to nourish, till it was almost stifling under my flesh. My twin was standing slightly outside the glow, with her cold and unyielding silver eyes fixed on me.She was my mirror—down to the faint scar near my temple—but there was something terrifying in her stillness. Where I shook with fear and exhaustion, she stood calm, deliberate, certain.“You’re trembling,” she said softly, her voice a perfect echo of mine. “Still afraid, even after all this time. That’s why he chose me.”My throat tightened. “Who chose you?”Her smile was slow, deliberate, cruel. “Our father. The one who made us. The man who gave us power. You were his mistake, Kayla. I was the version he perfected.”I took a step back, my pulse pounding in my ears. “You’re lying.”Her expression didn’t change. “Am I? Tell me, do you remember the night he disappeared? The way he looked at you before the fire?”Memor

Kayla’s POVI woke to the sound of rain tapping against the window, each drop slow and deliberate, like the world was holding its breath with me. My body felt heavy, as though the night itself had seeped into my bones. I didn’t remember falling asleep. The last thing I recalled was Damien’s voice whispering my name, his hand tangled with mine as the storm gathered around us.But now the room was cold and empty.The faint flicker of candlelight illuminated the cracked walls. The air smelled of damp earth and smoke. We had taken shelter in an abandoned cabin deep in the woods after the car failed us. Damien had worked through the night to board the broken windows, to make me feel safe. But safety was an illusion, one that cracked a little more each time she whispered in my ear.“You can’t keep pretending I’m not real.”I pressed my palms to my ears, but the voice came from inside me. No sound escaped my lips, but she laughed anyway, her amusement echoing through my mind.The door creake

Kayla’s POVThe blackness was closing in on me as an organism. I was sitting on the cold floor and drew my knees close to my chest and the pounding of my heart was so fierce that it was beating in my ears. The silence was intolerable, with the dull buzz of electricity and the plop, plop, plop of the drip of water somewhere in the background of the walls.I counted my breaths to keep myself from unraveling. One. Two. Three.When the lights finally flickered back on, they were dimmer than before, their pale glow painting long shadows across the sterile room. My eyes darted to the mirror on the far wall—the one where my reflection had smiled at me before. But now, it was empty. Just glass and silence.I forced myself to stand, even though my legs trembled under my weight. The machines that had once monitored me were now off, their screens black. On the table beside them was a small silver tray that hadn’t been there before.And on it, a folded note.My fingers shook as I picked it up. Th