All Chapters of An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

LYSSANDRAI don’t even let him get a word out before I snap.“Why the hell are you here?” I step toward him, my fists tightening at my sides. My voice shakes, but it’s the kind of shaking that comes from fury, not fear. “What could you possibly want from me? What could I possibly help you with?”Atlas tilts his head, as though he expected me to explode. He doesn’t flinch, There’s a weird calmness in him, that is almost infuriating. I want to smack that calm look off his face and see how he reacts then.“I need you to convince Erden,” he says slowly. “I need you to convince him to let Cade go.”I stop, my eyes narrow, and I take a step back, my entire body stiff like a board. No way in hell would I do that. “Convince him?” I repeat, incredulous. “You’re asking me to do what exactly? Do you really believe I’m ever going to plead for a weasel like you? Never.” My voice is flat, cutting. “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, it wouldn’t be for you.”His eyes narrow, and I see just for a

ERDENI don’t wait around after the call ends. I shove my phone into my pocket and head for the door. Trent’s already on his feet, adjusting the straps of his vest. He doesn’t ask questions, but then no one does when my jaw looks like this.We step outside together. The air hits my face and does nothing to cool the anger burning under my skin. I walk faster, and Trent falls into step beside me without breaking stride.“Are you good?” he asks.“I will be,” I say. What else can I say? I'm fucking angry and it doesn't help that Lyssandra’s safety isn't under my control right now. I can't help thinking that this meeting with my father could be a distraction at best, and a waste of time at worst.But my answer seems enough for him. He reaches the car first, pulls the door open, then pauses as I stop short. Antonio’s truck is already there, waiting in my driveway. It's a big, armoured truck. A vahicle that doesn’t pretend to be anything else. Antonio stands beside it, rolling his shoulder

ERDENI don’t wait for anyone to speak before I grab my phone again. My hands are slick, either from sweat or blood, I don’t stop to check. I punch in the number hard enough that the screen nearly cracks. “Kavev,” I snap the second the call connects. “Did you set up a trail or not?”There’s noise on his end. I hear the sound of engines, and voices. “We’re on him,” Kavev says. “Aksel’s with me. We saw the truck pull out. We’re behind them, but…”“But what?” I bark.“But he’s fast,” Aksel cuts in. “And he’s got a lead. We’re trying to close the distance.”I grit my teeth, heat flooding my chest. “Don’t lose him. Whatever the fuck you do, don't lose that man.” “We’re trying not to,” Kavev replies. “But Erden, if he’s heading where I think he is, the it'll be difficult.”“I don’t care where he’s heading,” I interrupt. “You stay on that truck until I catch up to you.” “We might not catch up,” Kavev says.The words hit like a slap. I don’t respond. I just end the call and lower the phone

ERDENIt takes about an hour to settle myself down, during which time I get everything settled with Antonio and my brothers. When I'm done, I don’t turn toward my apartment. I don’t want to be there alone, and I don’t want the silence that waits there, that emptiness I can’t fill without her. Every instinct in me is dragging me toward her, to the place that feels like home, that feels like her. I’ve been away from her too long. I’ve been chasing my father like a fool, risking everything, and the thought of ending the night without her pressed against me feels unbearable.I curse under my breath. Cross Kryne was supposed to pay me back tonight with his life, and yet he’s out there somewhere, laughing at me, once again ghost I can’t catch. My side burns with the memory of being grazed by a bullet. My arm still pulses as if it remembers the strike, as if the night wants to remind me of every failure I've suffered today. But I don’t care. Nothing matters except Lyssandra, and she’s w

ERDENI nod. “He was right there. Right in front of me. I could’ve ended it, but my brothers didn’t make it in time. He slipped through.” My jaw tightens at the memory. “I’m not letting it go, not ever. But last night I almost had him.”She swallows, biting her lip. “And you’re okay?”“I’m fine,” I lie smoothly, though every muscle screams from the night’s chaos. “Mostly.”She exhales and runs a hand through her hair. “God. Erden, I didn’t think it was that bad,” She trails off, shaking her head.“Don’t,” I interrupt, voice harsh. “Don’t start blaming yourself. That man isn’t staying alive for anything we do or don’t do. He’s greedy, manipulative, cruel. And I will not…” I stop myself, realizing I’m clenching the bedsheets, nails digging into my palm.Her hand presses against mine, calming me. “I know,” she says softly. “I just hate that you went through that.”“And you,” I snuggle her into me. “What happened with the Chests?”Her face tightens, and I see her hands ball into fists ben