All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ELIJAH'S POV:Someone had hurt her. I'd seen the hair. The way her phone was thrown. The open car door.She'd fought. I knew she had. Hannah wouldn't go quietly.The thought made my chest feel like it was caving in.Police sirens had started approaching from every direction within minutes. Red and blue lights had flooded the parking lot, painting the concrete walls in violent, flashing colors. Officers had immediately cordoned off the entire floor with yellow tape. Forensics had pulled on gloves and started examining everything.And the questions had started."Can you confirm this is your wife's vehicle?""Yes, that's her car.""And this phone belongs to her?""Yes. That's Hannah's phone.""Did she mention being threatened recently? Any strange calls or messages?""No. Nothing recent." I'd paused. "But she was attacked before. A few months ago.""Do you know who was responsible for that attack?"And that's when Janet's face had flashed through my mind. Her mischievous eyes. That cunni

HANNAH'S POV: TWENTY HOURS LATER:"Wake up, you stupid bitch!"Those were the first words I heard, and before I could process them, ice-cold water slammed into my face. The shock of it stole the air from my lungs completely. I gasped violently, choking as my body jerked forward on pure instinct. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to my skull, and pain exploded behind my eyes as consciousness slammed into me all at once.Everything hurts. Everything.Laughter echoed through the room, low and mocking and sickeningly familiar. My vision blurred in and out as I struggled to focus, trying to understand where I was and what was happening to me.The room was dim, barely lit by a single bulb that flickered above me like something out of a horror movie. I tried to wipe the water from my face, desperate to see clearly, and that's when I realized my arms wouldn't move.Panic shot through me instantly.I looked down and saw my arms were tied behind the metal chair I was sitting on.

HANNAH’S POV:"No," I said, my voice rising. "No, that's not true. You're lying. This is just another sick game you're playing. You don't have to make up stories. You can just say I was difficult when you gave birth to me, or that I broke something valuable, or that I reminded you of someone you hated. But that? That isn't true. It can't be true."Janet laughed softly, a sound that made my skin crawl. She looked at me with mock pity. "Oh, but it is very true, Hannah. Every single word."My mother continued as though she were reciting something she'd memorized long ago, something she'd rehearsed in her mind a thousand times."Twenty-four years ago," she began, her voice steady and detached, "your real parents were involved in a fatal car accident. A terrible, violent crash. We were driving behind them when it happened. I saw the whole thing with my own eyes."My ears started ringing as she spoke. The room felt like it was tilting."The car flipped multiple times before finally stopping

HANNAH’S POV:She nodded at my father. He reached into his pocket, and my heart nearly stopped."What are you doing?" I demanded, panic clawing viciously at my chest. "What are you getting?"My father stepped forward, his hand emerging with what looked like a cloth. "We're relocating you," he said with complete indifference, like he was discussing moving furniture.My breath hitched. "Relocating where? What does that mean?""Somewhere secure," he said simply. "Somewhere you'll never find help. Somewhere you can't cause any more problems for our family."Janet's smile widened, showing all her teeth. "And somewhere Elijah will never reach in time. If he even bothers looking for you at all."But then Janet paused, turning back to my parents. "Wait, is the location secured yet? The person I hired said it might not be ready until tomorrow. We can't risk moving her if there's any chance of being seen."My mother sucked her teeth sharply, clearly annoyed. "Fine. We'll wait. But we're not sta

ELIJAH'S POV:Every corner reminded me of Hannah. The way she laughed in the kitchen like this one time when she tried to make mashed potatoes and pasta, it was so bad the kids and I couldn’t even pretend for too long. She wasn’t even mad about it because as soon as she ate it she immediately laughed out loud and asked me to order take out. While in the shower, I couldn’t only recall the way she hummed in the shower even when we showered together and she held me. As I walked down the stairs, I could hear the way she complained about the twins hiding her shoes and running every single time. And as I got into the living room, I could just see her curled up on the couch wearing her glasses with her eyes glued to her iPad as she made sketches. She always looked so attractive, so perfect and when she would notice me staring, she would frown and call me a ‘creep’.God, the silence was loud enough to drive me insane.I collapsed onto the couch in the living room, scrubbing my hands down my f