All Chapters of Breaking Up With The Hottest Man On Ice : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Jake's POVI stood at the door listening to Liam's voice on the other side.My phone was in my hand. Already dialing 911."This is Jake Sullivan. There's a man violating a restraining order outside my apartment. Armed police response needed. He's wanted for attempted kidnapping."Emma and Alex were locked in the bedroom. I could hear Emma's voice through the door talking to another dispatcher.Good. Multiple calls meant faster response."Emma," Liam's voice came through the door. Calm. Too calm. "I know you can hear me. I just want to talk. That's all. You owe me that.""You need to leave," I said. "The police are coming.""I'm not here for you. I'm here for Emma. She needs to understand.""Understand what?""That we're meant to be together. I loved her when you didn't even know she existed. I was there. I watched her struggle. I helped her. I protected her.""You stalked her for eight years on my mother's orders.""I did more than that. I cared about her. I watched her raise your son

Jake's POV Something changed after that night. Emma stopped trying to be strong all the time. Stopped forcing smiles when she was scared. Stopped pretending she was fine when she wasn't. The walls she'd built for eight years started coming down. And I got to see the real Emma. Not the survivor she'd forced herself to be. Just Emma. One morning, I woke up to find her still asleep. Head on my shoulder. Arm across my chest. She used to sleep on her side of the bed. Careful not to touch. Maintaining space. Now she curled into me. Seeking comfort even in sleep. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake her. She'd slept through the whole night. No nightmares. No waking up terrified. Progress. "Dad?" Alex whispered from the doorway. "Yeah, buddy?" "Is Mom okay?" "She's sleeping. That's good." "She looks peaceful." "She does." Alex climbed onto the bed. Careful not to wake Emma. Curled up on my other side. Both of them. My whole world. Right here. This was what family felt like.

Jake's POV My father's voice came through the speaker. Tired. Strained. "Dad, what's going on?" I asked. "Your mother. She hasn't given up, Jacob." Emma tensed beside me. I took her hand. "Given up on what?" "On getting Alex. On breaking you two apart. She's been quiet. Too quiet. I should have known she was planning something." "What is she planning?" "She's been consulting lawyers. Top family law attorneys. Talking about grandparents' rights." My stomach dropped. "Grandparents' rights?" "She's planning to file a major lawsuit. Claim that Emma is an unfit mother. Use the Liam situation as evidence. Stalker. Danger. Unstable home environment." "That's insane. None of that was Emma's fault." "I know. But your mother is building a case. She's collecting evidence. Witness statements. Documentation. She's serious about this." "Why are you telling me?" A long pause. "Because you're my son. I don't agree with what she's doing. But she's my wife. This is the only warning I can

Jake's POV We sat on the couch. Close but not touching. The fight was over. The words were said. The apologies given. But something had shifted. Emma had said she was tired of being scared. Tired of holding back. And I realized I was tired too. Tired of being careful. Tired of waiting for the perfect moment. Tired of treating us like something fragile that might break. "Emma," I said. "Yeah?" "Can I kiss you?" She looked at me. Those eyes I had loved for eight years. Even when I hated what she had done. Even when I thought I would never see her again. "Yes," she whispered. I moved closer. Slowly. Giving her time to change her mind. She did not move away. I cupped her face in my hands. Her skin was warm. Soft. Real. "Tell me if you want me to stop," I said. "Do not stop. Do not ever stop." I kissed her. Eight years. Eight years since I had last kissed this woman. Eight years of longing. Of hurt. Of wondering if I would ever feel this again. The kiss was gentle at fi

Jake's POV The lawsuit papers arrived by courier the next morning. Thick envelope. Official seals. Legal language designed to intimidate. I opened it while Emma watched. Alex was at school. Just us. I read the first page. Then the second. Then the third. My hands started shaking. Not from fear. From rage. "Jake?" Emma's voice was small. "How bad is it?" "It is vicious." I kept reading. Every page worse than the last. My mother had built a case designed to destroy Emma. Used the Liam situation. Called Emma's home environment "dangerous and unstable." Cited the break-in four years ago in the bad neighborhood. The assault. The stalking. All things that were not Emma's fault. All things that happened TO her. Not because of her. But Margaret twisted them. Made them sound like Emma's choices. Emma's failures. "Respondent Emma Reed has demonstrated a pattern of attracting dangerous individuals and placing the minor child in harm's way." "She has no stable employment history, r