All Chapters of I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The morning had started with something close to hope. Four had kissed my forehead before leaving for work, a gesture so tender it made my chest ache. For a moment, I had let myself believe we were building something real. Something that could survive the wreckage of our past.That hope died the second I walked into Little Stars Crèche.Everything looked normal at first. The receptionist smiled her usual bright smile. The hallway smelled like crayons and apple juice. Parents chatted near the sign-out sheet. I signed my name with a pen that felt heavier than it should have, my hand moving automatically while my mind wandered back to Four's kiss. To the way his lips had lingered against my skin just a fraction longer than necessary.I walked toward Monte's room, my heels clicking softly against the linoleum. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, painting everything gold. Beautiful. Peaceful. But something felt wrong. A prickle of unease crawled up my spine like cold finger

Manuel's POV Four was falling apart and I had never seen it happen before. In twenty years of working beside him, through hostile takeovers and corporate espionage and family betrayals that would break most men, I had watched him remain ice cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Not today. Today he knelt on the floor of a crèche holding Veronica like she was the only thing anchoring him to earth, and I knew we were operating in dangerous territory. Emotion made people reckless. Emotion made them stupid. And Four Winter with emotions unleashed was a weapon pointed in every direction at once. So I did what I always did. I took control. The police were already swarming the scene, but they moved too slowly, asked too many questions, and followed too many rules. I pulled Detective Rivera aside, the one cop in this city who understood that sometimes justice required bending the law unti

Detective Rivera's POVI had been waiting for Jason Hale to do something like this. Not hoping, never hoping, but waiting with the grim certainty that came from twenty years working violent crimes. Men like Jason did not just fade away quietly after their victims escaped. They escalated.The call came through dispatch at eleven forty-seven AM. Kidnapping at Little Stars Crèche. Armed suspect. Child victim. When I heard the names, Veronica Mitchell and Jason Hale, my stomach dropped even though I had known this was coming.I arrived at the crèche fifteen minutes later to controlled chaos. Police tape cordoned off the entrance. Officers interviewed crying staff members. And in the middle of it all stood Four Winter, the billionaire whose name kept appearing in my investigation like a shadow I could not quite pin down.Winter looked like barely restrained violence. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the tendons in his neck standing out like steel cables. His hands were fists at hi

  Four's POV The call came through on Manuel's encrypted line. Three words that made my blood turn to ice. "Building is wired." I stood outside the warehouse perimeter, surrounded by my security team, police units, and tactical specialists who all suddenly looked useless. Manuel's face had gone gray as he listened to the details from our infiltration expert who had scanned the building remotely. "Talk to me," I said. Manuel lowered the phone. "Explosives on every entrance. Windows rigged. Jason has a dead man's switch. If we breach, if his heart stops, if he releases the trigger, the whole building goes up." The world tilted sideways. Veronica was inside that building. Monte was inside that building. And I was standing out here powerless while a madman held their lives in his hands. Detective Rivera pushed forwar

  Veronica's POV My heart stopped beating the moment I saw Four walk through the warehouse entrance with his hands raised above his head. Every cell in my body screamed at me to tell him to run, to get out, to save himself. But my voice was frozen in my throat, trapped behind the wall of terror that had built itself around my chest. Four stepped into the weak light filtering through the broken skylight. He looked calm, almost serene, but I could see the tension in his shoulders and the hard set of his jaw. This was a man walking toward his own death and he knew it. He was doing it anyway. For me. For Monte. For us. Jason's expression shifted from triumph to something darker and more suspicious. He adjusted his grip on Monte, my baby whimpering softly against his chest, and kept his thumb pressed firmly on the dead man's switch. The small device looked so innocent, just a but