บททั้งหมดของ Love me again, Dear Ex wife!: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Kayla’s POVThe night air burned my lungs as I stumbled away from the old chapel. My heart pounded so violently that each beat echoed inside my skull. Behind me, the hollow mouth of the basement seemed to breathe—silent, watchful, alive.Every instinct screamed at me to keep running, but my body ached. My legs gave out near the edge of the woods, and I collapsed onto the damp earth. The grass was cold beneath my palms, the metallic tang of blood heavy in the air. I didn’t even know if it was mine anymore.The wind whispered through the trees, carrying faint voices. My name. Low. Haunting.“Kayla…”I jerked upright, looking back toward the chapel, my breath fogging in the night. It was impossible to tell whose voice it was—Liam’s or Ethan’s. Both sounded broken.I wanted to scream, to tear my voice into the sky until someone came for me. But I didn’t. Because part of me knew no one was coming. Not now.I forced myself to move, my fingers trembling as I fished my phone from my pocket. I

Kayla’s POVThe echo of the gunshot still rang in my ears long after the forest fell silent. Smoke curled lazily from the barrel of the gun lying at Liam’s feet, the metallic scent of blood heavy in the cold night air. Ethan’s body lay motionless on the ground, his eyes open, fixed on a sky that didn’t care.I couldn’t look away. My breath came in sharp gasps, every inhale burning my lungs. The world around me blurred—the trees, the stars, even Liam’s face. All I could see was the blood spreading beneath Ethan, dark and glistening like ink.“Kayla.” Liam’s voice broke, raw and trembling. “I had to. He was going to…”“Stop,” I whispered. My voice was barely there. “Just stop.”He took a hesitant step toward me. “Please, you have to understand…”I turned on him, my tears finally spilling over. “Understand what, Liam? That you killed him once, and it wasn’t enough?”He froze, guilt flashing across his face. His hands shook as he reached for me. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”“N

Kayla’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped by nightfall. It lashed against the hospital windows like a warning, each drop sharp and insistent. The air smelled of bleach and fear, the kind that clung to your skin and refused to leave.I sat on the edge of the bed, my clothes still damp from the shower, my mind spinning faster than I could control. Damien’s words replayed in my head over and over.She forged your name. She made sure it would lead back to you.The thought made me sick. My grandmother hadn’t just tried to control me—she’d turned me into her weapon. Even from the grave, she was still pulling the strings.The door opened quietly. Liam stood there, his hair damp from the rain, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion. “You should be sleeping,” he said softly.I didn’t look at him. “I can’t.”He stepped closer. “Damien’s been talking to the police. They’re not buying his story about Helen. They think she’s dead, and they’re blaming Ethan’s death on him.”My heart lurched. “What?”He nodded

Kayla’s POVThe scream that tore from my throat didn’t sound human. It was raw, guttural, torn from somewhere deep inside me. The car that hit Liam didn’t stop—it kept going until it disappeared into the rain, its taillights vanishing like dying embers in the dark.I crawled toward him on trembling hands, the cold pavement slick beneath my palms. Rain soaked through my clothes, mixing with the blood pooling around him. “Liam!” My voice cracked, my hands shaking as I reached for him.His eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, then finding me. “Kayla…”“Don’t talk,” I whispered, pressing my hands against his chest, trying to stop the bleeding that wouldn’t stop. “You’re going to be okay. Do you hear me? You’re going to be okay.”He coughed, blood staining his lips. “You have to… go.”“No,” I sobbed. “I’m not leaving you.”His hand lifted weakly, fingers brushing my cheek. His touch was cold. “You… you were never supposed to find out… about Helen.”Tears blurred my vision. “Why? Why di

Kayla’s POVThe rain didn’t stop for hours. It made it rain as though the sky had wanted to clean the world with water, however, nothing could cleanse the smoke that was stuck in my mouth or the beating fear that was in my chest.Damien huddled to the edge of the forest with me under a tree that had fallen down, our clothing wet and the bodies shivering. There was a distant burning of the ruins of the cabin, orange flickers on the never-ending black.Helen was alive. And she was two steps ahead.I clenched my arms around myself, my fingers digging into my soaked sleeves. Every time I blinked, I saw the flash of fire, heard the explosion, smelled the burning wood."She planned that," I whispered hoarsely. "She knew we’d be there."Damien leaned his head back against the tree, his jaw tight. "She’s been watching us. Probably since we left the city."A shiver tore through me. "Then she knows about Liam."He looked at me, his eyes dark with exhaustion and something deeper, something like