All Chapters of Chasing His Ex-Wife Back: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Emily was pulled into the room by a nurse, her feet barely touching the ground as she was dragged along. She was so pale that her skin seemed almost translucent, and there was a dark stain on her skirt that made Jackson's heart stop. However he pushed the care on his face away. The nurse sat her down in a chair, and Jackson turned to the doctor, his voice firm. "Do it," he said. "Start the transfusion." The doctor nodded, and turned to prepare the equipment. Emily's eyes were wide with fear, and Jackson felt a wave of guilt wash over him. But he knew there was no other choice this was the best way. "Jackson," Emily whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to him. But before she could say anything else, Jackson exploded. "What?!" he shouted, his eyes blazing with anger. "You have to understand, I don't have time for this! I need to focus on Amelia!" Emily flinched at his words, and her hand dropped back to her side. "I just need a moment to collect myself," she said, her

Emily opened her eyes slowly, the world around her still blurry and unfocused. All her blood had been drained out of her. As her vision cleared, she saw a familiar face sitting next to her. It was Amelia, with a relieved smile on her face. "Thank goodness you're alive," she said, reaching out to take Emily's hand. Emily could smell malice that she tried to pull her hand away, but Amelia's grip was strong. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," Amelia said, her smile fading. "I just want to talk." Emily wasn't sure if she could trust her, but she knew she didn't have a choice. Emily eyes looked around in panic. Where was Jackson and why was she left alone with Amelia? Emily's heart was racing, and her mind was spinning. "Where's Jackson?" she asked, her voice trembling. Amelia's smile was gone, replaced by a look of cold determination. "He went out to get something," she said. "He'll be back soon." Emily tried to pull her hand away again, but Amelia held on even tig

*TRIGGERED WARNING* (You can choose to skip this chapter as it contains hate and violence, which might somewhat offend viewers.) Jackson sat on the Luxurious bed, his fingers hovering over the phone as he debated whether to make the call to Amelia or not. But before he could dial, his attention was diverted by a putrid smell that seemed to seep into his nostrils. His face frowned in distaste as he sniffed the air, trying to locate the source of the odor. His nose twitched, guiding him to the motionless form beside him. Emily, his wife, lay still, her body emitting the foul smell that had caught his attention. Jackson's eyes widened in alarm as he quickly tapped her shoulder, his touch urgent and insistent. "Emily, Emily, wake up!" he called out, his voice laced with no concern, as he shook her aggressively, hoping she would respond. Emily's eyes went open and she turned around to look at her husband who was doting his eyes at her like some wild animal. “What’s it?” s

Emily's voice was barely above a whisper, her words laced with desperation. "Please, Lisa, take me to the hospital." Without hesitation, Lisa swept Emily into her arms, and in what felt like an instant, they were standing in the emergency room. The doctor's face came into focus, his expression stern and concerned. "What happened?" he asked, his eyes scanning Emily's frail form. But before Lisa could even begin to explain, the doctor's gaze locked onto Emily's condition, and his expression turned grim. He nodded curtly, his eyes widening in alarm. The pungent aroma of infection and decay wafted from Emily's body, a stark testament to the severity of her situation. The doctor's face paled, and he quickly ushered them into a treatment room, his team springing into action with a sense of urgency. "We need to act fast," he muttered, his voice firm and commanding. "We'll get you taken care of, Emily. You're safe now." In what felt like a blur, Emily was wheeled out of the emer

Emily's voice was firm and resolute. "I can't allow this, Jackson. You need to send her back home." Jackson shook his head, his expression unyielding. "I can't do that, Emily. I can’t send her back." Amelia's face contorted in a pretence of distress, her voice trembling. "But I can't stay in my house alone, Jackson. I'm so scared and vulnerable." Emily's eyes flashed with anger. "You can't stay in my husband's house with me his wife, Amelia. That's not acceptable." Jackson's face hardened, his voice cold and detached. "If you can't accept it, Emily, then maybe you should leave." Emily's gaze locked onto Jackson, her eyes wide and disbelieving. She seemed to be searching for any sign of the man she thought she knew, but his expression remained unyielding. Jackson repeated himself, his voice firm and unrelenting. "If you can't accept it, Emily, then you should leave. It's as simple as that." Amelia's face contorted in a exaggerated display of distress, her voice tremblin