All Chapters of My Ex-Husband, You Will Never Hurt Me Again: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ryan hadn’t left my side since the attack.I didn’t ask him to stay. He just did. Every room I walked into, he was already there or following close behind. When I worked late, he sat quietly across the room. When I tried to go anywhere, he was already calling for one of his men to go with me.It wasn’t overbearing. It wasn’t soft, either.It just… was.We didn’t talk about it.He didn’t bring up the way I’d clung to him when the shots stopped. I didn’t mention the way I’d nearly collapsed in the elevator back at the penthouse, shaking so hard I could barely breathe.But the silence between us felt full. Charged.The only thing we agreed on right now was that Bruce had drawn blood.. and we needed to hit back.Which was why I was sitting in a conference room on the 39th floor of a Midtown high-rise, surrounded by three unfamiliar suits and one very familiar presence at my side.Ryan stood behind me, arms crossed, eyes scanning everything.The meeting had nothing to do with him, technica

“I have a proposal,” Alexander said, setting his drink down without breaking eye contact.We were in the lounge of a private rooftop bar he somehow had exclusive access to. It was quiet, lit by low, amber lamps and the dying blush of the sunset. A thin breeze moved through the open glass wall behind us.I leaned back in my chair, waiting.He smiled. “We go public.”I blinked. “What?”“A relationship,” he said, casually. “Just for show, of course. A few photos, a statement. We let the press run wild.”I stared at him.“It would throw Bruce completely off,” he added. “Right now he’s obsessed with your past. Let’s give him a new narrative. Make him believe you're moving forward.. with me.”“Even if it's fake?”“Especially if it’s fake,” he said. “The more confused he is, the messier he gets. And we want messy.”I didn’t respond right away.He leaned in a little. “Besides, we already look good together.”I was about to answer when I felt it.. that sharp, almost physical pull in the air be

I shoved the door open harder than I meant to. It slammed into the wall and bounced back slightly as I dropped my clutch on the counter and kicked off my heels.I was still burning.Still shaking from everything.. Alexander’s stunt, the cameras, the way Ryan had pulled me in front of half the city like I was his and no one else had the right to touch me.I didn’t notice him until I turned into the kitchen.Ryan stood in the shadows by the windows, arms crossed, jaw tight.My heart lurched once, then twisted hard.“You don’t get to do this, Ryan,” I snapped.He didn’t flinch. “Like hell I don’t.”“You broke in.”“You weren’t answering your phone.”“That doesn’t give you the right.. ”“You’re playing a dangerous game with Moretti,” he said, stepping forward. “And if you can’t see that, then I will.”“I see it,” I shot back. “You think I don’t know exactly who I’m dealing with?”“Then why let him touch you like that? Smile for those cameras like it meant something?”“Because that’s the g

The sun was barely up when Alexander showed up at the safehouse.James answered the door. He didn’t say anything.. just opened it slowly and gave a quiet, measuring look before stepping aside.Alexander walked in, confident as ever in a navy coat and black sweater. The morning light caught on his watch. He carried no flowers, no gifts. Just expectation.Sophie was in the kitchen. She stood by the sink, sleeves rolled, rinsing her hands under cold water. The blood had dried into the creases of her fingers. It took too long to scrub it off. She hadn’t changed clothes yet.Alexander stopped in the middle of the room and took her in.“You look like hell,” he said.She didn’t turn.“I’ve had worse nights,” she said softly.He stepped closer. “So it was him.”She went still. The water kept running.“DeMarco?” he asked.Sophie didn’t answer.He stepped around the counter, stopping just short of her side. “Your hands are shaking.”“I’m fine.”“No, you’re not.”She turned off the faucet. Dried

The warehouse was quiet when Ryan stepped inside.Too quiet.His boots echoed across the cracked concrete as he moved, gun holstered but ready. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his spine, the way his breath slowed without him thinking, the way his fingers hovered closer to the grip.The air stank of oil, rust, and cold metal. Dust floated lazily in slats of low light from the shattered windows above. He’d been in places like this before. The setup was always the same: too many exits, too few places to hide, and just enough silence to make someone doubt their instincts.But Ryan didn’t doubt anymore.He stopped in the middle of the floor, scanning.It was supposed to be a lead.. a broker feeding intel about one of Bruce’s off-shore accounts. James had flagged it as suspicious, but Ryan didn’t wait. The location came through Alexander’s old channels, which told him everything he needed to know.He wasn’t here for intel.He was here for the end of something.Then.. A click.Meta