Lahat ng Kabanata ng Amazing Ex Wife: Come Back Please: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Katelyn’s POVThe world shifted in the span of weeks. First, it was a few scattered reports about pneumonia cases that didn’t seem to follow a pattern. Then the numbers multiplied. Provinces and cities, each day new places appeared in the headlines. It wasn’t just pneumonia anymore. The word changed. A novel coronavirus. Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome Coronavirus 2.The announcement came from the National Center for Disease Control and Prevention: Level 1 emergency response. The highest there was. The moment I read the bulletin, I felt the ground tilt under me.News from hospitals came next. Doctors, nurses and frontline staff were falling sick too and some even dying. The weight of it was everywhere. The streets were quieter. Supermarkets were crowded one hour and empty the next. Masks covered every face I passed. Schools closed and businesses shortened their hours.As for the newsroom? It was no longer a place that slept. Shifts stretched endlessly. We rotated through mornings,

Katelyn’s POVMy father’s voice carried a weight I hadn’t heard before. He wasn’t angry, and he wasn’t sickly weak either. He was steady—too steady.“I’ve decided,” he said. “I’m not taking treatment. Not anymore.”The words hit me like ice water.I shook my head quickly, desperate to stop them from landing. “No… no, you can’t just—”He raised a hand, calm and firm. “Katelyn. Listen.” His gaze held mine, unflinching. “If I spend what time I have left in hospitals, in pain, what do I give your mother? Endless days of suffering. She deserves better. I want to spend every day I have left with her—whole, present, not broken on a bed.”Tears blurred my vision before I could stop them. My throat burned. “But, Dad… there must be something. Another doctor, another treatment—”“I’ve spoken to more than enough,” he said softly. “And I know what they’d say. Even if I fight, the end will not change. It will only drag her through more nights of fear.”My hands trembled. “You’re choosing to leave u

Katelyn’s POVThe newsroom was buzzing louder than usual. Phones rang, printers spat out sheets, and groups of reporters gathered in every corner, voices overlapping in excitement.Word had spread that the station would be selecting several journalists to report on breaking stories in Pakistan. It was all anyone could talk about. People whispered about the dangers, yes, but mostly they talked about the prestige, the chance to be at the center of something global.“I’m signing up,” a younger reporter said as I passed. His eyes gleamed.“Are you insane?” another asked, though even she hovered near the sign-up sheet.I didn’t hesitate. The moment I saw the notice, I walked straight up to the desk, took the pen, and wrote my name. My hand didn’t shake.Fallon appeared at my side not long after, her brow creased but her tone steady. “You’re really doing this?”“Yes,” I said. “It’s important. Someone has to tell the story from the ground.”Fallon studied me for a long moment. Then, without

Katelyn’s POVThe moment Ethan stepped forward and offered himself as the hostage, my world tilted.I had begged him not to, pleaded until my throat hurt, but his mind was set. He told me to trust him, and then Milo’s men led him away.The room felt empty as soon as the door closed behind them. My hands trembled. My body was buzzing, yet I felt hollow inside, like someone had scooped out the center of me. Fallon grabbed my arm, steadying me.“He’ll be fine,” she said firmly. “Milo wants leverage, not blood. Ethan knows what he’s doing.”Her voice was confident, but I heard the thin edge beneath it. None of us knew what Milo might do if things went wrong.I nodded, but the words barely registered. All I could see in my mind was Ethan’s back as he walked away from me.The military had been alerted, but operations take time. While they prepared to investigate Milo’s hideout, Fallon and I waited in a private lounge reserved for the press and diplomatic staff. It was cleaner and quieter

Ethan’s POVThe news of Reggie spread faster than any fire.In the days that followed, his small, fragile figure became the face on every broadcast. Reporters picked up his story, medical experts gave interviews, and people everywhere started asking why the government had failed to protect a child. Sympathy grew and anger grew with it. People demanded that he receive proper medical care.For once, the public was not divided. They were united by a boy’s suffering.Milo knew what he was doing. When he announced a ceasefire, the weight of the government’s failures came crashing down harder. Every voice demanding care for Reggie became another voice demanding answers from the army.Inside the compound, tension simmered. Soldiers whispered, their faces tight. Even the colonel looked like a man trapped between orders and shame.That afternoon, I was called to his office. The door closed behind me with a heavy thud, and I stood across from him while he sat at his desk, his jaw set, finger