All Chapters of He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lena’s POVMaya doesn’t rush she stands there in front of me las if she has all the time in the world like nothing outside these broken walls matters and like no one is coming. The two men stands a few steps back watching her more than they watch me waiting for her to decide how this ends.My wrists burn where the rope has rubbed my skin raw and my head feels thick and heavy, like I’m underwater every sound feels far away.“You look tired,” Maya says tilting her head like she is studying a painting instead of a person. “I guess that makes sense you’ve been through a lot I would say I’m sorry but I’m really not.”I try to lift my head higher and try to look stronger than I feel and my voice comes out rough. “You don’t have to do this.”She laughs softly shaking her head. “I already did it a long time ago this is just the part where it finally ends.”One of the men shifts behind her. “We should finish this,” he says quietly. “Cops could still—”Maya spins around to him so fast he flinch

Ethan’s POVThe room feels too quiet. The soft hum of machines and the slow, steady beeping of a heart monitor. The faint hiss of oxygen moving through tubes that sound is the only thing keeping me standing.She looks smaller in this bed and something about seeing her like this makes her look fragile in a way I never let myself think about before. Her skin is pale, there’s a bruise on her cheek I don’t remember seeing before and bandages cover.I pull a chair up close to the bed and sit down I don’t know how long I have been here.Time doesn’t work in hospitals, minutes feel like hours and hours feel like they disappear. All I know is that every time I leave this room I feel like I’m abandoning her even though I know she can’t tell if I’m here or not.I take her hand carefully it is warm and that small detail almost breaks me. “Hey,” I say softly even though she can’t hear me or maybe she can I don’t know. People say sometimes they can hear you even when they are unconscious I hope th

Ethan’s POVHospitals have a way of stopping time. Minutes feel like hours until I can’t tell if it is morning or night unless someone opens a curtain. I have been sitting in this same chair beside Lena’s bed for so long my body feels stiff in places I didn’t even know could go numb.My mom sits on the other side of the room pretending to read something on her phone and my dad stands near the window with his arms crossed staring out at the parking lot like he might spot answers down there if he looks hard enough.Lena hasn’t moved. Her chest rises and falls with the help of machines. Tubes, wires and quiet beeps. Her face looks smaller somehow and paler as if the life has been turned down a notch and no one asked her permission first.I hold her hand carefully I don’t want to hurt her and I don’t want her to feel alone.I don’t even know if she can hear me but I still talk to her sometimes. I tell her what day it is and how Ruth yelled at a doctor for taking too long with paperwork.

Lena’s POVThe room feels different after Ethan left, not empty exactly but quieter in a way that makes my chest loosen instead of tighten. The machines are still beeping the IV is still pulling coolness through my arm, nurses still pass by behind the glass, but the air in here isn’t thick anymore. It’s not pressing down on me the way it was when he stood at my bedside as if his presence alone made everything heavier than my body could carry.I lie there staring at the ceiling, my hand resting flat against my stomach the steady rise and fall of my breath and the faint awareness that my son is still here with me. That thought alone keeps me from breaking apart completely.I don’t cry at least not yet tears feel like something for later when I’m stronger and when I can actually hold them without feeling like they might pull me under but right now I just feel drained as if every part of me has been scraped raw and put back together in a way that doesn’t quite fit.The door opens quietly

Ethan’s POVI find her on the beach late in the afternoon where the sky sits low and heavy almost as if it is holding its breath.The tide is out leaving long strips of wet sand that shine like dark glass and the wind keeps tugging at her hair in slow restless pulls. She stands close to the water barefoot, her jeans rolled up just enough that the waves brush her ankles when they come in too far.For a second I just watch her really watch her not the way I used to like she was mine without question but like a man trying to memorize something he knows he had already lost.She looks different stronger in a quieter way and more distant in a way that hurts more than anger ever could.My hands curl into fists at my sides before I force myself to loosen them because I don’t get to clench my pain into anger anymore that privilege died the night she disappeared. I walk toward her slowly my shoes sinking into the sand with every step the sound of the waves swallowing up everything except my he