All Chapters of Dear Ex Husband, You Lose!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

The morning sun cast a sterile glow over the courthouse steps, highlighting the line of reporters and flashing cameras that had been gathering since dawn. It was as if the entire city had decided to witness the downfall of the woman who had so long wielded power and fear like weapons. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation, the kind of charged silence that pressed against the walls and made every heartbeat echo like a drum. Samantha entered the courtroom with her usual arrogance, but it no longer fit. Handcuffs glinted against her tailored suit, the metal cold and unyielding—a sharp contrast to the warm, polished floors she had once walked with absolute control. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on familiar faces—lawyers, journalists, witnesses—but none of them seemed intimidated. None of them bent to her will. At the rear of the courtroom, Kylie sat with quiet determination, her posture rigid. Her loyalty to Samantha had been tested, broken, and reforged into something st

“Delia, I am glad I have a minute alone with you.” Frank stroked a stray strand of hair from Delia’s eyes and smiled. He could feel his heart thumping away in his chest, never had a woman made him feel this way before. It didn't matter to him that she was carrying another man’s baby. He couldn't deny how he felt about the woman he had sworn to protect. “I want you to know that no matter what happens from now, I will always be there for you, both of you.” he placed a hand on her bump and Delia’s eyes widened with curiosity. She wondered what he was getting at. Then, a taxi screeched to a stop, interrupting them, at the curb, and before Delia could react, her parents were out, hurrying across the pavement with tears and smiles, arms wide. “Delia!” her mother cried, enveloping her daughter in a fierce embrace, the kind of hug that made all the fear and waiting fall away. “Mom… Dad…” Delia whispered, overwhelmed, pressing her cheek against theirs, feeling the unspoken relief a

Thomas sat in the hospital corridor, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the sterile tiles beneath his shoes. He’d been sitting there for hours — maybe more — watching nurses rush past, the hum of life continuing around him while his world stood still. He still couldn’t believe it. Samantha was gone — imprisoned, her lies unraveled. Their son, fragile but fighting in the NICU, was safe under Kylie’s care. And now… Delia. A door creaked open down the hall. He looked up just as Mandy appeared, her expression soft but firm. For a moment, Thomas couldn’t move — he didn’t know if she’d tell him to leave or forgive him for everything that had happened. “Oh, Mrs.. ,” he said quietly, standing. She smiled faintly. “It’s Mandy, Thomas. You’ve earned at least that much by staying.” He swallowed hard, guilt flooding through him. “How… how is she? Delia?” Mandy stepped closer, her eyes gentler than he expected. “She’s resting. And she had a little girl — healthy, beautiful. Your daughte