Todos los capítulos de Ex-Wife Returns With Secret Baby : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Elara woke with a scream lodged in her throat.Her heartbeat thundered, her body drenched in cold sweat. Darkness pressed in from every corner of her room. For a moment she couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think—could only hear the echo of a voice from her nightmare:“You can’t escape me.”Her legs moved before her mind caught up.She ran.Bare feet against the cold wooden floor, breath shaking, hands trembling.She didn’t even realize where she was going until her fist hit a door.“L-Liam—”Her voice broke on the second knock.The door swung open so fast the air shifted.“Elara?” Liam’s voice was rough with sleep and alarm. “What happened?”She didn’t answer.She simply crashed into him, fingers clinging to his shirt as if he were the only solid thing in the world.For a second, Liam froze.Then his arms wrapped around her instantly, tightly, protectively—like his body remembered even before his mind did.“Hey,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ve got you. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m right he

“Liam… did you hear that?” Elara whispered, breath shaky as another loud clang echoed from outside.“I’m checking it,” Liam said, already grabbing the flashlight and rushing toward the back door.The air was thick with tension, as if the night itself held its breath. The security alarm had been blaring ten minutes earlier — someone had tried to break through the gate. Liam had disabled the alarm manually, but the metallic ringing still vibrated in Elara’s bones. Outside, the rain poured in sheets, hammering against the house with furious intensity.Liam scanned the backyard through the windows, muscles tense. “The fence was cut again. Whoever did this wasn’t scared off.”Elara’s pulse spiked. “The girls… I need to check on them.”“Go,” Liam urged. “I’ll stay here until I’m sure the perimeter is clear.”---It was nearly two in the morning by the time Liam locked down the rest of the house. He stayed awake, sitting near the front door with a baseball bat beside him, listening to the st

The door slammed open with a force that made Elara flinch.“Liam?” she whispered, her voice raw from hours of crying.Liam stepped inside, soaked from the rain, chest heaving. In his hand was something small—something that made dread ripple through the room before Elara even understood what it was.He held it out.A torn piece of fabric.Dark. Damp.And carrying a scent that hit her like a punch.Elara staggered back.Her breath shattered.“No…” she whispered, pressing a trembling hand to her mouth. “No, not that. It can’t be—”But Liam already saw it in her eyes.“Elara,” he said gently, though his voice was tight with rage. “You know who this belongs to.”Her knees nearly gave out. She grabbed the table behind her to stay upright, but her fingers slipped. Liam caught her before she fell, his arm wrapping around her waist with urgency.The fabric slipped from her hand.But the scent lingered—sharp, invasive, unforgettable.A scent she prayed she would never have to face again.“That

“Good morning…”Liam’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, as he stepped into the living room. But the moment the words left his lips, he already knew the morning wouldn’t be good.Elara didn’t look at him.She was folding laundry at the dining table, her movements slow and heavy, as if each shirt she folded added another layer to the wall between them. Her eyes stayed down, focused on anything that wasn’t him.Liam’s chest tightened.He tried again. “Elara, can we talk?”“Yes.”But the answer came too quickly, too flat, too empty.Without looking at him.Without meaning it.She didn’t want to talk.She didn’t want him.And it hurt far worse than any danger lurking outside the house.---Devano sat on the couch, hugging a pillow to his small chest. His eyes darted between them, sharp enough to notice the tension but too young to understand it fully.“Are you guys mad at each other?” he asked quietly.Elara froze.Liam turned.And for a moment, neither of them spoke.Then Elara forced a s

The door clicked shut behind Adrian, leaving a faint echo in the quiet house. Elara stayed still for a moment, her forehead pressed against the wood, her breath trembling as she tried to steady herself.Devano had already gone upstairs again, mumbling something about finding his other shoe, but Elara barely heard him. Her thoughts were tangled—Adrian’s words echoing in her mind:You deserve someone who sees you.She swallowed hard, trying to shake off the lingering warmth in her chest. Adrian's presence had comforted her, but it also left behind a knot of guilt she couldn't name.She stepped outside for a moment, just to breathe in the cool air. The porch was damp from last night’s rain, the scent of wet earth drifting softly.She didn’t know that at the same time, Liam was turning into their street.He had gone out before sunrise, trying to clear his head. But clarity never came. He had driven aimlessly for hours, replaying every moment of the past few days—the distance between them,