All Chapters of Please Don’t Go, My Ex: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter Forty TwoI Refuse to LoseVanessa’s POVI slammed the door harder than I meant to.The sound echoed through the room, sharp and harsh — exactly like the feeling tearing through my chest.He didn’t even follow me.Not this time.Not even a soft knock on the door.Not even a quiet, “Vanessa, calm down.”Nothing.I stood in the middle of the room, breathing heavily, staring at the walls like they had betrayed me too.So this is what I’ve become?A guest.A burden.A mistake.A bitter laugh escaped my lips.Just a few hours ago, I was confident. Certain. I walked into this house knowing I still had power over him. Knowing the past is stronger than marriage. Knowing first love never truly dies.But what did I see tonight?Ben on his knees.Begging.Not me.Her.Elena.The woman who came after me.The replacement.The safe choice.My fists tightened.How did we get here?I walked toward the mirror and stared at my reflection.I’m still the same woman.Still beautiful.Still the wom

Chapter Forty Four The Threat at the DoorElena’s POVI drove home in silence, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly they hurt. My chest felt heavy. My mind would not stop spinning, replaying Daniel’s words over and over again.Vanessa.Daniel’s sister.Everything.When I walked into the house, it felt strange. Empty. Ben was not there. Not a single sound. No sign of him anywhere.My heart tightened.I walked upstairs slowly, each step heavy, like I was moving through water. I closed my bedroom door behind me and, for one second, I hoped—just for one second—that I could finally breathe.Then…A knock on the door.I froze. My heart skipped a beat.“Who is it?” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.Before I could say anything else, the door opened.“Vanessa,” she said calmly, confidently, completely in control.I wanted to slam the door in her face. I wanted to tell her to leave immediately.But she stepped inside before I could react.Her presence filled the room, sh

Chapter Forty-EightBreaking PointElena’s POVI don’t remember how I left the living room.I only remember the sound of my own heartbeat.One year.One year to live.One year with my husband.I walked upstairs slowly. My legs felt weak. My chest hurt. Every step felt like I was leaving part of myself behind.When I reached my room, I closed the door softly.Then I locked it.The silence inside the room was heavy.For a moment, I just stood there.Looking at the bed.The wardrobe.The life I had built.Then I opened the closet.My hands moved on their own. I pulled out clothes—dresses, shirts, jeans—and threw them onto the bed.I grabbed a suitcase.The sound of the zipper felt too loud in the quiet room.That was when the tears started.Slow at first.Then stronger.“What did I do?” I whispered.“Who did I offend?”“Why is my life like this?”I packed my clothes without really seeing them, my vision blurred. I kept wiping my face, but the tears wouldn’t stop.I thought about the begi

Chapter Forty Eight Cracks in the SilenceBen’s Point of ViewThe house had never felt this empty before.I stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the staircase as if Elena would suddenly walk down with the children beside her.But she didn’t.Her shoes were gone.The children’s school bags were gone.Her car was gone too.And my chest felt painfully tight.I had called her more times than I could count.The first few times, the calls rang.Now they went straight to voicemail.Then I realized—She had blocked me.Elena had blocked me.And somehow, that hurt more than I expected.I immediately called Eli’s school.“Yes, sir. The children were picked up earlier today.”My fingers tightened around my phone. “By who?”“By their mother.”I slowly ended the call.At least they were with her.But where?I called my assistant immediately.“Find her,” I said without even greeting him.“Sir?”“Track her bank card. Her phone. Check traffic cameras. I don’t care how you do it. I want

Chapter FiftyThe Day of the TrialElena’s Point of ViewThe courthouse felt bigger than I remembered. Its cold walls and polished floors sent chills through my body, though it was not the temperature making me shake — it was the fear tightening painfully around my chest. I held tightly onto the straps of my bag while my fingers trembled, trying desperately to steady my breathing. Today was the day.The day someone else would decide whether my children would remain with me.Before leaving, I had searched everywhere — the house, my new apartment, even outside near the parking lot. I kept hoping to catch sight of Ben or his lawyer, but there was no sign of either of them. Not even a trace. With every step I took toward the courtroom, my heartbeat grew louder.Earlier that morning, I had spoken to the lawyer I managed to hire quickly, someone I was forcing myself to trust. Deep down, however, I knew he was nowhere near as skilled or experienced as Ben’s lawyer. I swallowed hard, trying t