All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Evelyn POV Three days had passed since that terrifying morning with Leo’s call. The house felt peaceful again. Aveillie was adjusting beautifully to her new room, waking us up every morning with giggles and demands for “Daddy’s special pancakes.” Damien had been incredibly attentive — always touching my belly gently, whispering sweet things to me at night, and making love to me like he was afraid I might disappear. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when my phone rang. Sophia’s name flashed on the screen. I answered with a video call, smiling as her face appeared. “Hey, future Mrs. Julian!” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows. “How’s the wedding planning going? Have you picked the dress yet, or are you still making poor Julian suffer through hundreds of options?” Sophia laughed loudly on the other end. “Girl, please! This man has zero taste. Yesterday he said the ivory gown looked ‘fine.’ Fine?! I almost cancelled the w

Charles POVI hadn’t slept properly in days.Every night, I drove around the city, checking places Ayla used to mention —the quiet café near the river where she liked to read, even the old park bench where she said she felt safest. I went visiting to Ivana place, but they both weren't home. I called every contact I had. I checked hotels, hospitals, and even her father’s properties. Nothing.Ayla was gone.She had disappeared after the hospital, slipping away without a word, without a trace. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face in that waiting room, distant, broken, refusing to even look at me. My confession, my love, my proposal to stand by her… it all seemed to mean nothing.I sat in my car outside a small diner, staring at my phone screen. No new messages. No missed calls from unknown numbers. Just silence.My chest felt heavy. “Where are you, Ayla?” I whispered to myself. “I told you I’d wait. I told you I’d

Damien POV“What if I have to say yes?” Evelyn whispered brokenly against my chest, her voice cracking with raw despair. “What if I have to marry him… to save our baby?”The words sliced through me like shards of glass. I held her tighter, my arms wrapped around her trembling body as if I could physically shield her from the nightmare Leo had created. Her tears soaked through my shirt, hot and endless. I felt every single one of them like a fresh wound to my soul.“No,” I said fiercely, my voice low but absolute. “Over my dead body, Evelyn. You will not marry him. You will not sacrifice yourself like that. I will find a way. I swear on my life — on Aveillie’s life, on our unborn child’s life — I will find a way to save you and our baby without giving that monster a single thing he wants.”She looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen from crying. “But the doctors said less than 48 hours, Damien. Our baby… I can feel myself getting weaker

Evelyn POVI sat on the living room couch, wrapped in a soft blanket Damien had tucked around me before he left. The television played some children's cartoon in the background for Aveillie, who had finally fallen asleep upstairs after refusing to go to bed without hearing "Daddy's voice" one more time. Sophia sat beside me, her hand gently rubbing my back in slow, comforting circles. She had come over the moment Damien left, refusing to let me wait alone."You need to breathe, Evelyn," Sophia said softly, her voice steady but full of concern. "Damien knows what he's doing. He's smart. He's careful. He won't do anything reckless."I nodded, but my hands wouldn't stop trembling. I kept them pressed against my stomach, as if I could protect the tiny life growing inside me through sheer willpower. "I know. I trust him. But Leo… he's always been one step ahead. Even when I thought he was my friend, he was planning this. How do we fight someone like that?

Damien POVThe waiting was torture.I sat beside Evelyn’s bed in the ICU, my hand never leaving hers. The surgery had been successful — Dr. Mensah had drained the blood, repaired the damaged artery, and stopped the hemorrhage. The baby was stable for now, its tiny heartbeat strong on the monitor. But Evelyn had been placed in a medically induced coma for 48 hours to give her brain time to heal and reduce swelling.Forty-eight hours felt like a lifetime.I hadn’t left her side once. Not to eat. Not to sleep. Not even to shower. Sophia and Julian had taken Aveillie home with them, promising to keep her safe and happy. Every few hours, Sophia sent me photos and videos — Aveillie drawing pictures for “Mummy and the new baby,” Aveillie asking when she could see us again. Those messages were the only thing keeping me sane.I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against Evelyn’s hand. Her skin was warm, but she was so still. The machin