All Chapters of The Worthless Ex-Wife's Revenge : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

MarcusI didn't think. My body made the decision before my mind caught up and I was already running hard before I understood that I was running. Another shot. Closer. Then another.I looked back without slowing.Three of them. Masked. Dark clothes. Coming out of the shadows between two buildings like they had been waiting there the whole time.I ran harder.My lungs were burning immediately. I hadn't run like this in years. My shoes were wrong for it and the pavement was uneven and another shot cracked past my ear close enough that I felt the air move.God. God. I don't want to die. Not like this. Not here on an empty road in the dark.I could see lights ahead. A building. Music coming from inside. People.A hotel.Small. Modest. The kind of place that stayed busy on a weeknight.I hit the entrance at full speed and burst through the door.Warmth, noises, bodies and music swallowed me immediately. People dancing. A bar along one wall. Coloured lights moving across the ceiling.Nobody

MarcusI didn't sleep.Not really.Every sound the hotel made kept pulling me back from the edge of it. Footsteps in the corridor. A door closing somewhere above me. A car outside. Each one sent my heart straight into my throat and I would lie there rigid, listening, waiting for the handle to turn.Nadia had taken the bed without discussion. I had taken the small couch without complaint. It was too short for me and my neck was at the wrong angle the entire night but I said nothing because she had already done more for me than she owed me which was everything because she owed me nothing.I lay there in the dark and stared at the ceiling and thought about my mother. My sister sitting in that prison cell. What the Boss's voice had sounded like on the phone. The way Ethan had looked at me in that warehouse before he left.At some point, without noticing it happening, I fell asleep.---The phone rang.I was upright before I was fully awake. Heart already slamming. Hand already grabbing fo

Marcus Three years of holding that boy. Three years of feeding him and sitting beside his bed when he cried in the night and watching him learn to walk by gripping my fingers. Three years of hearing him say daddy and feeling like that word meant something real and permanent.All of it.One night that she never told me about."How could you do this to me?" I said. My voice came out strange. Hollow and thin. "After everything I gave you. After everything I did. You looked at me every single day for three years and you let me love that boy and you never once..."I stopped.My throat was too tight to finish it."I'm sorry," she whispered. "Marcus I'm so sorry. I was scared. I didn't know how to tell you. I thought maybe it wouldn't matter. I thought...""Sorry." I laughed. It came out wrong. Nothing like a real laugh. "You think sorry covers this? You think sorry gives me back three years? You think sorry fixes what it felt like to sit in that hospital and find out from a doctor? From a

DaveI watched Marcus walk back through the gate.Then I looked down at the blood on my hand from my lip.I wiped it slowly on the side of my trousers and stared at the gate long after he had disappeared from view.This fool.This fucking idiots had the audacity to walk to my house. Through my gate. To my front door. And put his hands on me.Because of that whore.I went back inside and closed the door.The anger sitting in my chest was the particular kind that doesn't burn hot and fast. It burns slow. Steady. The kind that makes you very quiet and very precise about what you do next.Marcus Wellington had just made a very stupid decision.He should be thanking me. He should be on his knees somewhere thanking God and whatever else he believed in that I didn't press charges against that woman for what she did to me. Taking advantage of a man in a drinking stage. But no.Instead he wanted to show up at my door with his fists.I pressed a cloth to my lip and sat down.Four years.I had

Serena Dr. Nwosu cleared his throat and came forward professionally. "Mrs. Ashford. Good to see you more alert.""Thank you," I said.He began his checks. Blood pressure. Temperature. He asked me questions about the pain and I answered while Ethan set my foot down and turned to face the doctor with the particular expression that meant questions were coming."Why is she still in pain," Ethan said. Not aggressively. Just directly. The tone of a man who expected complete and accurate answers.Dr. Nwosu didn't flinch. To his credit he had found his footing with Ethan somewhere in the last several hours."The stomach discomfort is expected," he said. "The body absorbed a significant amount of the toxin before treatment began. The pain will reduce progressively over the next twenty four to forty eight hours. It is not a cause for concern at this stage. It is the body finishing its recovery.""And the pregnancy," Ethan said."Both babies are stable," Dr. Nwosu said. "Heartbeats strong. We w