All Chapters of My Ex-Husband’s Vengeful Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The engine roared like some wild animal finally let loose, tearing through the distance between Hawthorne Estate and the hospital. Every sharp turn, every rough gear shift was Nathan burning through the anger boiling in his head.Tessa.Just her name was enough to bring back the taste of her lips and the way she’d melted in his arms like the whole world could collapse around them and she still wouldn’t let go. But Ana was a threat that could blow everything apart, and threats like that needed a cold mind, not blind rage.Nathan reached the hospital fast, slipping in through the back entrance. The cops were probably still hassling the front desk, trying to get permission to see the victim, but Dr. Bennett owed him. One quick call had bought him a few minutes. Not much, but enough.He walked down the hallway like he owned the place. Nurses stared, confused at how a visitor was striding straight through restricted areas with that level of confidence.He climbed the stairs to Ana’s floor.

Tessa eased herself into the chair across from her father, the two of them separated by a sheet of glass. They stared at each other through a long stretch of silence while the sounds of other visits, jangling keys, and guards’ footsteps faded into nothing. It felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of them, divided by years of wounds that never fully healed.Her father slowly lifted his hand, stiff and hesitant, until his palm pressed against the glass right in front of her. The gesture was small and fragile, like a quiet bridge reaching out from his lonely little world.Tessa felt like the worst daughter alive, mostly because she believed she was.Her hand trembled as she raised it and placed it against his. She couldn’t feel his warmth, only the icy surface between them, but even that was enough to break her open. A sob slipped out of her."Dad," she whispered, her voice cracked and soaked with tears she couldn’t hold back anymore. They streamed down her cheeks nonstop. "I'

“Where did you go?” he asked again, ignoring Tessa’s protest. His voice rose only a fraction, but the pressure was enough to make her lungs tighten. His gaze pinned her. “Three hours out with no word. You disobeyed direct orders and put yourself at risk. Did you not think about what could happen?” His hand shot up, not to hit but to grab her chin hard. He forced her to look at him. “Look at me. What happened to you? Why do you look like this?” His eyes dropped to her flushed cheek and puffy eyes. The pain from Nathan’s grip and the volume of his fury broke part of Tessa’s control. “Let go!” she tried to pull away. “There’s nothing wrong! I was just crying!” “Crying?” Nathan frowned, confused and darker. “Who made you cry? Where were you for those three hours?” Question after question slammed into her until her head went almost blank. “There’s nothing to worry about!” Tessa shoved him with everything she had, though it didn’t move Nathan. “I just needed fresh air. I needed to be

The thick carpet in the main hallway swallowed every sound as Tessa walked toward the library, looking for the interior design book she left there a few days ago.Her head was still spinning from the word C-section after yesterday’s checkup, along with Nathan’s rage and his threat about burning down the hospital. She needed a distraction, something she could drown in. Colors. Textures. Anything that had nothing to do with operating rooms or the risk of dying.But when she passed Nathan’s studio, a sound froze her mid-step. It wasn’t the usual low murmur of a business call or the rapid tapping of his keyboard. It was a shout. Raw anger, sharp and violent, bursting from behind the closed oak door."How the hell is that possible?!" Nathan’s voice was so warped by fury that Tessa barely recognized it. "An appeal? Who did that bastard bribe? Robert Caldwell is not getting out. I swear on the Hale name."Tessa’s heart slammed against her ribs so hard she missed a breath. She couldn’t believ

Tessa’s eyes felt swollen and heavy the next morning, still stinging from how hard she’d cried. The soft shuffle of the maids trying to move quietly finally made her blink awake. A few women hurried across the room, carrying a fresh set of clothes that looked like they’d just been delivered by Nathan’s private designer.But only one man grabbed her full attention.Nathan stood in front of the vanity mirror, buttoning a casual shirt. Even from behind, he looked annoyingly perfect.Tessa pushed herself up on her elbows, letting the blanket fall to her waist.“You heading out?” she asked, her voice rough from barely talking after last night.Nathan turned slowly. His blue eyes caught her reflection in the mirror before he faced her completely.“Morning, princess,” he said, warm and gentler than usual.She knew why. That careful tone always came out when she was wrecked like she’d been last night.Nathan studied her face with that sharp, calculating look of his, taking in every detail.Te