All Chapters of Winning My Angry Ex Back: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Jeff’s POVThe police station visit was a blur of activities. They asked a lot of questions, like her name, when she was last seen, why I thought she was actually missing and hadn’t just taken off, and other stuff like that, which I answered to the best of my abilities.To me, it felt like they didn’t take the whole thing seriously enough, and this annoyed the hell out of me.In the end, they assured me that they would look into the matter, and while it didn't feel like enough, it was something. Right then, I needed a glimpse of hope, no matter how little.After I left the police station, I didn't go back to the office, because there was no point. With the way anxiety was tearing through me, there was no way I would be able to get anything done.So instead of going back to work, I drove home, my mind racing. I needed to do something, no matter how little.I felt so useless and helpless, having all the money in the world, yet being unable to do anything to find Ashley.As I was mulling

Jeff’s POVThe rain hadn’t subsided in the least bit. If anything, it had even increased in tempo. I grimaced, hating how somber and depressing the atmosphere looked because of it.I drove home slowly, my mind in a turmoil, as I imagined what Ashley must be going through, or even worse, if she was still alive. No! No, I couldn't think like that.I had to have hope. I tried to sleep, but of course, needless to say that sleep didn't come. So I lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying everything over and over again, as I tried to, as I wondered how on earth I could have missed the signs.Finally, around dawn, my body finally gave out, and I fell asleep without even realizing it. I woke up hours later with a start.For a second, I was disoriented, and everything came crashing back into my mind at once, and I flew out of bed and dived for my phone immediately. Ashley!The digital clock showed that it was already past ten in the morning. I had woken up late, but that was

Jeff’s POVIt seemed to take forever for us to get to the police station. Every second that we spent on the way there stretched my already taut nerves to breaking point.I didn't say a word the entire way there. The only thing I could think about was the fact that Ashley was alive, but she was hurting badly, and I needed to find her ASAP; otherwise, I may never set my eyes on her ever again.Finally, we arrived at the police station. I got out of the car before it fully came to a stop and rushed into the station, startling the officers."I need to speak to someone immediately," I said when we finally got to the police station.The officer at the front desk recognized me immediately when he saw me, although he wasn’t the one on duty when I came twice before."Good morning, Mr. Wilson. What happened? Has she come back?" He asked me."This was sent to me this morning. Someone has abducted her and is torturing her. She’s alive, but look at her … look what they're doing to her. You need to

Ashley’s POV (The truth)Three days ago …“Who told you any of it was about you? None of it was. It was all about that self-righteous prick, Jeff.” Will had just said.I gaped at him, my heart pounding so loudly in my chest that I swore he could hear it from across the room where he was standing.Knowing and becoming friends, or whatever I had been to this man, was such a terrible and irreversible mistake.How on earth had I not seen it, for crying out loud? How on earth could I have missed all the signs that had been in front of me?Right then, standing there in his house and watching Will regain that eerily calm expression on his face, it finally hit me that he wasn't just unstable, he was actually insane … as in, stark raving mad.I was locked up alone with a crazy psychopath in his own house with him, with no hope for a rescue of any sort.A cold shiver ran down my spine, but I forced myself to stay still … to not show just how terrified I was. Panic wouldn't help me. In fact, it

Ashley's POVHe shook his head. "Don't look so surprised. Killing someone is way simpler than you would think. It was actually as uneventful as killing a fly. I felt nothing after the act … no guilt, no remorse, nothing. In fact, I went home and slept very peacefully after it, because that guy was an actual bastard.”“Why … why are you telling me all this? I don’t need to know any of it. I just want to go home. I promise I won't say a word about this evening to anyone. If I do, then you can kill me.” I pleaded, my fear becoming stronger as the minutes passed.I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep up with this pretense that I wasn’t scared, because I was insanely terrified.Will continued talking without acknowledging what I said. “Anyway, that story is beside the point. Fast forward to when we grew into our late teens and into our young adult stage, Jeff became even more popular. Every girl in our circle always wanted him, whether he tried to get involved with them or not. You kn