All Chapters of My Ex-Husband’s Vengeful Obsession: Chapter 131 - Chapter 139

Tessa felt like she was floating on cotton clouds, the kind of light dream people said was common late in pregnancy. Then something yanked her out of it. A heavy thud, a hard hit, then chaotic, angry voices cut through the fog of sleep.Tsunami? Earthquake?She pushed herself up from the sofa, still dazed, heart pounding. Nathan’s jacket that had been draped over her slipped into her lap. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the office lights while rubbing her eyes.Then she saw it.The scene in front of her didn’t feel real. Nathan and Julian. Nathan had Julian by the collar of his suit and slammed him back against the bookshelf with brutal force. The books rattled from the impact. Nathan’s face was twisted with raw fury Tessa hadn’t seen in a long time. Julian, cornered but not yielding, looked tense as he shoved back.“You think you have the right to touch her, huh?” Nathan growled. His voice cracked like thunder that made the office windows tremble.“I already told you it

Tessa lay on the operating table. The bright, cold lights of the OR were blinding, the sharp smell of antiseptic so strong it felt like she could taste it. Her skin was as pale as the sheet covering her. Her breathing was short and rushed.Nathan Hale was already in a sterile gown, cap, and mask. Inside his chest there was a strange feeling, like an outsider had stepped into a sacred, terrifying ritual.“Mr. Hale, you can wait outside if that’s more comfortable,” the nurse said softly, her tone almost pitying. They normally didn’t allow anyone in except the medical team, but if Nathan Hale asked, they knew there wasn’t much they could do about it.For a split second, fear showed clearly in Tessa’s eyes. Her cold fingers clamped around Nathan’s hand, gripping so tightly it felt like she refused to let go.“Don’t,” Tessa panted. “Don’t leave.”Nathan didn’t think twice. His decision locked in. “I’m staying. I’m not going anywhere.”Inside him there was only one simple certainty. Nothing

Minutes crawled by like centuries from Nathan’s point of view. Every second pressed down on his shoulders with a weight that felt crushing. The flat, steady beep of the machine still echoed in his head, a ghost that refused to leave even after the door had been tightly shut. He pushed himself away from the wall. His muscles were stiff, his body aching, the cold from the floor seeping straight into his bones.Nathan’s gaze dropped to the tiny human in Karen’s arms. The woman looked at the baby with a softness that felt foreign to him. His child. His and Tessa’s. Part of him, the part still thinking clearly and drowning in guilt, knew this was unfair. The baby had done nothing wrong. Tessa had loved and wanted this child with her whole heart. She would hate him if she knew he could barely bring himself to look at the baby’s face.With an effort that felt almost impossible, Nathan stepped forward. One step, then another. The hushed conversations around him stopped. Every pair of eyes tur

Tessa was drifting in a dark, soothing layer of sleep when a cry pierced through her awareness. It was loud but fragile at the same time, like it was calling out and demanding attention all at once. Her brow furrowed, her breathing shifted slightly. She was not fully awake, but her heart recognized the sound instantly.It was Ethan crying. Her son.Even at just one week old, Tessa was already certain her baby had the strongest voice she had ever heard. Even half-asleep, her maternal instinct kicked in, urging her body to move.The room was dim. Moonlight slipped softly through the window, casting faint shadows along the walls. Tessa’s body felt heavy, exhaustion still clinging to every joint. The C-section incision made her hesitate to get up too quickly. She was just about to shift when she heard quiet movement beside the bed.She did not open her eyes. She only felt the mattress dip slightly, then the warmth next to her disappear. In her not-quite-conscious state, she knew exactly w

EpilogueThe garden at the Hale estate was filled with life and warmth, something that would have been impossible to imagine a year ago. Strings of colorful lights hung between the trees. A long table overflowed with simple but tempting food. At the center of it all stood a lion-shaped cake. It leaned a little to one side, but it had been made with love by Grandma Karen.At the heart of that small universe, on a soft blanket, lay Ethan, a six-month-old baby lion. He was dressed in a fuzzy costume with a hood and tiny ears, making him look like a cub ready to roar. He tried to crawl toward anything shiny, dragging his chubby body forward with a determination that filled Tessa’s chest with pride.Tessa looked around, taking it all in slowly. Karen sat in a garden chair, watching Ethan with open affection, a softness that even smoothed out the usually sharp lines of her face. Not far away, Tyler and Jack were busy with their own task. Tyler was trying to add another string of lights to a