All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

290 Chapters

The Face of Hatred

3RD POV:Hannah's mother was sobbing hysterically, her makeup running down her face in black streaks. She looked like she'd aged ten years in the past few hours.Her father was shouting at the officers, his voice hoarse and desperate, insisting loudly that there had been some kind of mistake. That they had the wrong people. That they couldn't prove anything.But Janet. Janet wasn't crying or shouting.She simply glared at everything and everyone with a venom so palpable, so intense, that even the firefighters who were still working on the blaze paused to look at her.Lucas saw her first. And the second his eyes locked on Janet's face, something inside him completely snapped.All the fear he'd been feeling. All the grief. All the hours of not knowing whether Hannah was alive or dead. The horrible realization that Janet had set that building on fire with his best friend trapped inside.It all surged upward inside him like lava erupting from a volcano.He stormed toward her so fast and w

No Remorse

3RD POV:"She should have died in there," she hissed venomously, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "She deserved to burn alive."Every officer's grip on her tightened instantly, their faces hardening.Jacob's eyes widened in shock and disgust. He clenched and unclenched his jaw, trying to control himself. "You're actually sick. You need psychiatric help."Martin stared at her with pure, undisguised disgust. "You're so done. Completely done. You'll never see the outside of a prison cell again."Lucas looked at her one more time and said with absolute certainty, "But she didn't die. She's alive. She survived because she's stronger than you'll ever be. And I genuinely hope you die alone in a cell."Janet's mother, hearing her daughter's words, collapsed into even harder sobs. Fear ran visibly through her entire body. "Janet, why? Why would you say that? We're going to be all over the news! We're going to be tagged as kidnappers and attempted murderers! Our lives are over!"Her fat

Between Breath and Hope

3RD POV:TWO DAYS LATER:It had been forty-eight hours since Hannah had been pulled from that burning building, and both she and Elijah were still in the hospital.Janet had been apprehended and was currently sitting in a jail cell awaiting formal charges. Her parents were also detained, facing their own list of serious criminal charges including kidnapping, attempted murder, and arson.But none of that mattered. None of the justice, none of the arrests, none of the news coverage that was blowing up across every channel. None of it mattered compared to the fragile, terrifying quiet that surrounded Hannah's room in the ICU.Elijah had been moved out of emergency observation that morning after his vitals had finally stabilized enough for the doctors to feel comfortable. He was breathing on his own now, though his lungs remained inflamed and tender. His body was weak from sheer exhaustion and the damage from smoke inhalation.For the past two days, he'd drifted in and out of consciousnes

Between Breath and Hope (2)

3RD POV:His father felt his chest tighten with emotion. Even after everything, after nearly dying himself, his son's first thought was still of his wife. It was admirable and heartbreaking all at once.His mother swallowed hard, forcing her voice to stay steady and not break under the weight of her own fear and worry. "She's okay, sweetheart. She's safe. She's here in the hospital too. She's being taken care of."Elijah inhaled sharply, trying to take a deep breath. But it was too sharp, too fast. Pain stabbed through his chest like a knife, and he started coughing violently. The sound was harsh and wet, tearing through the quiet of the room."Elijah, stop. Don't strain yourself," his father said quickly, stepping forward and placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "You need to breathe slowly and carefully. Your lungs are still healing."But Elijah pushed the oxygen mask aside weakly with trembling fingers. The medical team had left it on him mainly for monitoring purposes, making sure

A Husband’s Vigil

3RD POV:"They know you love them," his mother assured him. "But Elijah, you need to focus on getting better for them too, not just for Hannah. Those kids would be absolutely lost without you. They need their father healthy and whole."Seeing his mother's tears, seeing the raw fear in her eyes, broke something in Elijah's heart. He nodded slowly. "I will, Mom. I promise. I'll take care of myself."He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it gently, a gesture of comfort and apology.She smiled through her tears and squeezed his hand back.They leaned on each other for a few minutes, not speaking. Both of them lost in their own thoughts and fears and hopes.His father returned about ten minutes later with Dr. Mirren, the lead physician who'd been overseeing both Hannah's and Elijah's care. He was a calm, measured man in his mid-fifties with graying hair and kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. His expression was professional but genuinely compassionate.Dr. Mirren approached Elijah's

The Space Between Heartbeats

"But nothing permanent?" Elijah pressed, his voice cracking with desperate hope. "You're not telling me that she might never wake up, right? That's not what you're saying?"Dr. Mirren leaned forward slightly, his expression earnest and reassuring. "I am telling you," he said steadily, making sure Elijah heard every word, "that based on all her vital signs, based on her age and overall health, based on her body's resilience and the improvements we've already seen, there is absolutely no indication of irreversible damage. No signs of brain damage. No indication that she won't wake up. She simply needs time to heal. Her body is doing exactly what it should be doing."He offered a small, genuine smile. "She's fighting, Mr. Martinez. She's fighting very hard. And all the signs suggest she's winning that fight."A shaky, relieved breath escaped Elijah. He felt like he could breathe properly for the first time in days. His parents visibly relaxed, some of the tension leaving their shoulders.

When Love Doesn’t Sleep

The twins carefully climbed onto the hospital bed, one on each side of him, their small hands touching his arms so gently, as if they were afraid he might break like glass."You scared us so bad, Daddy," Amelia whispered, trying so hard to sound strong and brave but failing completely. Her bottom lip was trembling. "But you look better now. You're awake."Andrew nodded seriously, his expression solemn beyond his years. "We brought you a card that we made together. And we brought grapes from home because you like grapes. And Grandma packed biscuits. And Uncle Jacob said if you didn't wake up properly soon, he was going to pour cold water on your head."Jacob, standing near the door, raised both hands innocently. "I said it with love, I swear. It was a joke."Despite everything, despite all the pain and fear and uncertainty crushing his chest, Elijah smiled. A real, genuine and grateful smile. The first real smile he'd managed since.He glanced at his mother, and she smiled back knowing

Until She Opened Her Eyes

Something in his desperate expression softened her. "Hold on," she murmured gently, stepping away briefly.She returned a moment later pushing a wheelchair. "I'll take you to her. But you have to promise me you'll only stay a few minutes. You need rest too.""Thank you," Elijah breathed, sinking gratefully into the wheelchair. "Thank you so much."The hallway lights felt too bright as they moved through the silent hospital. Everything was quiet at this hour except for the occasional beep of machines behind closed doors and the soft footsteps of nurses on night duty.There was a faint smell of disinfectant that seemed to linger everywhere in hospitals, no matter how much they tried to mask it with other scents.Elijah's heart was pounding harder with every turn they took and every door they passed.When they finally reached the ICU, the nurse used her key card to unlock the door. She gently pushed it open and then stepped back to give him privacy."I'll be right outside if you need any

Out of the Darkness

HANNAH'S POV:THE NEXT MORNING:Two doctors stood before me, moving with practiced efficiency as they checked my vitals. One was pressing two fingers gently against my wrist, counting my pulse. The other was checking my blood pressure, the cuff tightening uncomfortably around my upper arm.They took turns shining a small penlight into my eyes, watching how my pupils reacted to the brightness. I flinched each time, the light feeling too harsh and too invasive.They scribbled notes onto their charts constantly, murmuring medical terms back and forth to each other in voices just low enough that I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Words like "respiratory recovery" and "neurological response" and "trauma assessment" floated past my ears.The room felt too bright, the fluorescent lights overhead humming faintly and making everything look washed out and sterile. Too cold, despite the blankets they'd piled on me. Too real, too present, too much all at once after what felt like fl

The First Name I Spoke

HANNAH'S POV:I inhaled sharply at the memory, and suddenly my chest tightened painfully. My breathing got faster and more shallow."Hannah?" Maya whispered from across the room, taking a tentative step forward. "Babygirl, it's okay. You're safe now. We're all here with you."But it wasn't okay. Because the next memory hit harder, clearer, more vivid.Janet's face. Close to mine. That mischievous, cruel smile I knew so well.Her hand holding a lighter. Flicking it on and off. On and off.Her laughter echoing off concrete walls as she walked away, as she closed and locked the door with a key.The sound of flames beginning to crackle and grow, crawling toward me like living things.I flinched violently, my whole body trembling so hard that the heart monitor beside my bed started beeping in alarm. The sound was shrill and urgent."Oh God," Lucas whispered from his spot by the window, his voice breaking completely. "She remembers. She's remembering what happened."The older doctor took a

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