All Chapters of ON YOUR KNEES, EX-HUSBAND : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Xavier~The park was crowded.Children ran across the open grass with carefree laughter while exhausted parents chased after them from a distance. Some sat on benches with coffee cups in hand, watching their kids play. Others stood in small groups, talking about work, school, and whatever ordinary people talked about on a Sunday afternoon.I watched them all.Or at least, I tried to.The problem was that my mind wasn't here.It hadn't been here for the past thirty minutes.I glanced at my watch again.Three minutes had passed since the last time I'd checked."Damn it."I leaned back against the bench and exhaled slowly.Anytime now, Xavier.Anytime now.Ryan was supposed to be here.The thought alone was enough to keep me restless.For the past few days, things had been chaotic. Between Carla's kidnapping, the hospital, the court proceedings, and everything else that had happened, spending proper time with my son had become increasingly difficult.Today was supposed to change that.To

Carla~"Oh my God!"The words burst out of me before I could stop them.I spun around slowly in the middle of the enormous living room, taking in every detail of the house for what felt like the hundredth time.Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one side of the room, allowing sunlight to pour into the space. The polished marble floors gleamed beneath my feet, while the elegant staircase curved upward toward the second floor like something straight out of a luxury magazine.The place was stunning.Absolutely stunning.And somehow...It was mine.A laugh escaped me."I love it!"I practically squealed as I rushed across the room and threw my arms around Greta.She stumbled backward slightly from the force of my hug."Easy there, boss.""I'm serious!"I pulled away just enough to look at her."This place is incredible."Greta adjusted her glasses and attempted to maintain her usual professional expression.The effort lasted approximately two seconds.Then she smiled.A genuine smi

Carla~“Greta… don’t move too fast.”My voice came out softer than I expected as I adjusted the pillow behind her head.Greta was lying on the bed in the guest room, her body barely looking like it belonged to her anymore. Bruises painted her skin in dark purples and angry reds. Her lip was split. One eye was swollen shut.And still—she was trying to act like it was nothing.Lily stood at the other side of the bed, arms crossed so tightly I thought she might snap her own wrists.“I swear,” Lily muttered under her breath, pacing again, “I’m going to kill him. I’m actually going to kill him. I don’t care what laws exist anymore.”“Lily,” I warned quietly.“What?” she snapped, turning on me. “Carla, look at her. Look at what he did to her.”I did look.That was the problem.Because looking made my chest tighten so hard I felt like I couldn’t breathe properly.Greta’s fingers twitched slightly against the bedsheet. Weak. Barely there. But she was awake.Barely.The doctor had left an hour

Carla~The hospital smelled like antiseptic and fresh linen, the kind of clean that felt too sharp against everything Greta had just gone through.Ryan’s small hand was wrapped tightly in mine as we walked down the corridor.“Do I have to be quiet?” he whispered, looking up at me.“Yes,” I whispered back. “Your auntie Greta is resting.”He nodded seriously like that was a mission he could actually accomplish.When we reached the ward, I gently pushed the door open.The cops were already leaving.Two of them gave me polite nods as they stepped out, papers tucked under their arms. Greta had already given her statement.One of them paused. “She did well. Considering everything.”I only nodded, not trusting my voice yet.When they left, the room felt quieter.Too quiet.Greta was sitting up slightly in bed, her face still bruised but far better than the state she had come in. The swelling had gone down, but the exhaustion in her eyes… that was still there.The moment she saw me, her face

Xavier~The Lockwood residence looked nothing like itself anymore.What used to be a clean, controlled space had turned into controlled chaos—ladders leaned against walls, decorators shouting instructions across rooms, floral arrangements being carried in and out like the entire building had decided to become a wedding venue overnight.I stood in the middle of it all, watching.“Shift that a little to the left,” I called out, nodding at a cluster of lights being installed along the main hall. “No, not there. If a six-year-old trips on that setup, I’m firing someone.”A decorator froze. “Yes, sir.”Good.I checked the time on my watch again.Still days away.Not soon enough.Ryan’s birthday.Six years old.I’d told myself I was doing this for him. And I was. That part wasn’t a lie. He deserved it—loud, bright, unforgettable.But there was another reason I wasn’t saying out loud.One that had nothing to do with balloons or cake.I heard footsteps behind me before Antonio spoke.“You’re