All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

ALISTAIR'S POV: ​Without giving me any warning, she suddenly threw her arms right around my shoulders, pressing her body against mine as her soft lips brushed right against my ear. I had to tilt my head way back just to see the road in front of us. My view of the dark street was almost completely blocked by her head, but it did not seem to matter much because we were already turning into the long driveway. The familiar tall black gates were sitting just up ahead and open, and the bright porch lights of the main house were shining through the dark trees. ​"Take it easy," I told her, keeping my voice completely calm but firm. "Why are you getting so excited over a stupid video? Just sit back and let me drive the car. We are almost at the front steps—" ​Bang! ​The front bumper of my car slammed hard into a heavy metal object. ​The violent impact shook through the entire frame of the vehicle, throwing my body forward toward the leather steering wheel. I heard a terrifying crunch of t

ALISTAIR'S POV:​"If you do not want to get run over right now, get the hell out of my way!" she screamed out the window, her voice sounding sharp, wild, and desperate.​She would never actually step on the gas and hit me, I thought to myself with absolute confidence. She would never dare do something so terrible to me. She loved me far too much. She had always loved me with her whole heart. No matter what kind of stupid arguments we had gotten into tonight, and no matter how angry she felt in this moment, she was never going to bring herself to hurt me.​Yet Mary did not pause for a single fraction of a second.​The massive vehicle surged straight forward at full speed, heading right for my chest.​The blinding white headlights burned into my eyes. The large engine roared loudly. The heavy rubber tires squealed violently against the gravel stones. I could clearly see her pale face sitting behind the windshield glass, her jaw set tight with absolute determination as her hands gripped

MARY'S POV:​The bright fluorescent light strips running along the hospital ceiling hummed loudly overhead, throwing a harsh, sickly pale glow across the clean floor tiles. I sat still on the hard plastic waiting chair, my cold fingers laced tightly together in my lap, while my eyes stayed glued to the heavy double doors of the trauma unit. The long minutes stretched into unbearable hours, each single tick of the clock feeling twice as long as the last one, every second heavy with the suffocating weight of waiting for news.​The plastic chair felt freezing cold beneath my body, hard and uncomfortable against the back of my legs. The entire hallway smelled strongly of harsh chemical cleaner, rubbing alcohol, and cold panic, that exact same sterile smell that seemed to cling to every single hospital building I had ever stepped foot inside. From behind the thick glass doors, I could hear the faint, echoing sounds of the emergency room, the rapid beeping of heart monitors, the muffled mur

MARY'S POV: ​My face went hot, a bright red blush spreading fast across my cheeks. I instantly let go of his jacket as if the fabric had burned my skin, my hand snapping right back down to my side. I could feel the hot blood rushing straight to my face, and I felt the sudden awkward tension fill up the tiny space between us. My heart was pounding hard against my ribs, my breathing coming out in short, shallow puffs. ​Marl stood there watching my nervous, frantic movements, slowly raising one dark eyebrow. There was zero judgment sitting in his dark eyes, and not a single trace of mockery on his face. He just watched me quietly, a subtle hint of amusement playing around the corners of his mouth. ​I felt deeply relieved that he did not burst out laughing at my awkward reaction or act offended by my touch. He could have easily cracked a mean joke at my expense, or he could have teased me to make me feel even more uncomfortable. But he did not do any of those things. He simply stood th

MARY'S POV:​The sudden shout echoed loudly through the quiet hospital corridor, sharp, furious, and full of total rage.​"What the hell do you two think you are doing?"​I turned my head around instantly.​Alistair was standing right at the far end of the hallway, his face flushed bright red with pure anger and his dark eyes blazing with fury. He was carrying Vesper tightly in his arms, holding her body cradled against his chest as if she were some kind of fragile, precious treasure that needed to be protected from the world. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, her face buried deep into his shoulder, completely hiding her expression from view. She looked small and helpless in his arms, the perfect picture of a weak, vulnerable woman in distress.​Right behind them, a young hospital nurse was walking fast to keep up, her face completely flushed with frustration. Her blue uniform scrubs were rumpled, her messy hair was falling out of its tight bun, and her breath was coming