All Chapters of Love me again, Dear Ex wife!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kayla’s POVThe drive to the safe house stretched on endlessly, a road swallowed by rain and darkness.Each drop that hit the windshield sounded like a warning. The rhythmic drumming on the glass became a voice in my head, whispering one name over and over again. Ethan.I sat in the back seat, watching the trees blur past in gray streaks. My reflection looked pale and fragile, eyes too wide, lips pressed tight. I looked like a ghost trapped between two men who swore they could protect me.Neither had spoken in miles.Liam drove, his hands locked around the steering wheel, every muscle in his jaw tensed. His gaze never wavered from the road, though I could tell his mind wasn’t really there. Damien sat in the passenger seat, silent, scanning every shadow as if he expected Ethan to step out of the rain.The tension between them was suffocating.I shifted slightly, my stomach tightening. The baby hadn’t moved much that day, or maybe I just hadn’t noticed. Fear had drowned everything else

Kayla’s POVThe night bled into morning, but no one slept.Rain had stopped, leaving the air heavy and still. The cabin looked like a crime scene—broken glass on the floor, blood smeared on the wall, the words I never left burned into my mind more than the wood.I sat near the cold fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, staring at nothing. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every sound made me flinch, every shadow made me look twice.He had been here.He had touched this floor, this air.And he had looked at me like I was his.Liam paced near the window, jaw tight, his shirt torn and streaked with blood from the fight. Damien sat opposite him, holding an ice pack against his ribs, wincing with each breath.The silence between them was thick with unspoken anger.Finally, Liam broke it. “He knew this place. You said no one did, Damien. No one.”Damien didn’t look up. “I didn’t tell anyone.”“Then how did he find us?”“I don’t know.”Liam’s tone sharpened. “You sure about that?”Damien finally me

Kayla’s POVThe scream barely left my throat before Damien grabbed me, pulling me back from the shattered window. Glass crunched beneath his shoes as he dragged me behind him. Liam was already at the door, scanning the outside street through the slit of the blinds, his face pale but furious.Nothing. No shadow. No movement. But we all knew what it meant. He was close.“Everyone, away from the windows,” Damien ordered sharply. His voice was calm but clipped, the kind of control that only came from pure fear.Dr. Lennox clutched her chest, her eyes wide. “What is happening? Who—”Liam cut her off. “Get somewhere safe. Now.”I could barely breathe. My mind replayed the memory from the regression over and over—Ethan’s calm smile, the crash, the promise I’d made. Forever.He hadn’t saved me that night. He’d nearly killed me to make sure I’d never escape.And now he was back to finish what he started.“Kayla.” Damien knelt in front of me, his voice softer now but urgent. “We have to go. Do

Kayla’s POVThe rain came down in furious waves, blurring everything into a smear of shadows and fire. The smell of smoke and damp earth filled my lungs as I tried to breathe, but the air felt thick, heavy, poisoned by fear.Behind us, the cabin burned in the distance, flames twisting and spitting as if alive. Each crack of wood sounded like laughter, cruel and familiar.Liam’s hand gripped my arm tightly, grounding me as I swayed on my feet. His face was soaked, his jaw clenched, his eyes filled with something that wasn’t just anger. It was guilt.“Kayla, look at me,” he said, his voice low but urgent. “Are you hurt?”I shook my head, but my throat burned from the smoke. “No. But Damien...”“I’m fine,” Damien said roughly, stumbling closer. Blood streaked down the side of his temple, his breathing uneven. “He set explosives. It was meant to destroy everything inside, including us.”I turned to him, my stomach twisting. “He knew we’d go there.”Liam’s gaze hardened. “He’s always one s

Kayla’s POVThe automobile door flew open, and the cold wind came in, like an unwelcome ghost. The temp now subsided to a murmur, yet all noises in the night seemed to be magnified, the patter of the rain, the moaning of the wind in the trees, and the distant hiss of the broken car steaming on.Liam grabbed his flashlight and stepped out first, the beam cutting through the fog. “Stay behind me,” he said, his voice low but firm.Damien followed, his face tense, one hand pressed against his side where bruises had already begun to bloom. I stayed close, clutching my coat, my heart pounding hard enough to hurt.The smell of gasoline filled the air as we approached the wreck. The headlights from the other car flickered weakly, still burning through the mist. Steam curled from the crumpled hood like the last breath of something dying.“Do you see him?” I whispered.Liam scanned the area with his light. “No.”But then I saw it — a trail of footprints leading away from the wreck, deep in the