Todos los capítulos de After Divorce; My Billionaire Ex-Husband wants me Back: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Hailey POVThe ocean stays quiet.Too quiet.Not empty. Not harmless. Just… aware.The blue glow is gone from the surface, but I can still feel it beneath everything. Not through the grid. Not through the network.Through something older.Dylan’s hands linger on me longer than necessary.Neither of us moves right away.“You okay?” he asks, voice low.“Yes.”But my voice is softer now. Not from weakness. From the shift that just happened.He studies my face like he is checking for cracks.“Don’t drift on me again,” he says.“I didn’t drift.”“You went somewhere.”“I stayed.”That answer seems to settle something in him.Barely.His hand slides from my waist, but not far. It rests at my side instead, thumb brushing lightly against my hip in a slow, absent motion.Not strategic.Instinct.The child stands a few steps away, watching the ocean like it might open again at any second.The boy looks between all of us, still recalibrating his understanding of everything.“That was not a system

Hailey POVThe city feels different when we step into it.Not louder.Not brighter.Just aware.The grid tightens around structured space, responding faster, cleaner. Traffic flows with less friction. Lights adjust before congestion forms. People move with subtle coordination they do not consciously understand.It is working.For now.Dylan stays close as we cross into the first stretch of buildings. Glass towers reflect the night sky, but I can still feel the ocean behind everything. Not distant. Just… waiting.“You feel the difference?” he asks.“Yes.”“Better or worse?”“Controlled.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s both.”The child moves ahead of us, already interfacing with the urban network. I can feel the grid bending slightly around them, recognizing shared architecture.The boy keeps pace, quieter now.“What are you seeing?” Dylan calls out.The child pauses near the edge of a wide intersection. Screens flicker briefly along nearby buildings, then stabilize.“Residual instabilit

Hailey POVThe city does not return to normal.It pretends to.Lights stabilize. Traffic resumes. Voices fill the spaces between buildings again. But beneath it, the air feels thinner. Like something has peeled back a layer that cannot be replaced.Dylan does not let go of my hand.His grip is firm, deliberate.“No more experiments,” he says.“That wasn’t an experiment.”“It looked like one.”I glance at him.“It was contact.”“And it almost became something else.”He is right.I feel it now more clearly, replaying the moment. The way the boundary blurred. The way it tried to understand me by closing distance instead of respecting it.“It doesn’t understand limits,” I say.“Then we teach it,” Dylan replies.The child steps in beside us, expression focused.“It will not learn limits through passive observation,” they say.“Then it learns through consequence,” Dylan answers.The boy frowns slightly.“You are proposing resistance?”“I’m proposing boundaries that hold,” Dylan says.The gr

Hailey POVThe reflection should not move first.That is the rule.That is the law of physics. Of mirrors. Of reality.But she smiles before I do.And the smile is not mine.It is slower.Knowing.Dylan shifts instantly, his body shielding mine without fully blocking my view.“What is it doing?” he asks, voice low.“It is not copying,” I whisper.The wall is smooth. Solid. Matte white.But the image inside it is sharp. Clear.Me.Standing in a version of this room that feels slightly off. The lighting is cooler. The shadows longer. The air behind her darker.She tilts her head.I do not.A chill runs along my spine.“It is not reflecting,” Dylan says quietly. “It is projecting.”No.It is presenting.The other me lifts her hand.Slowly.I do not lift mine.She presses her palm to the inside of the wall.Exactly where my heart would be if I stepped forward.The surface between us ripples faintly.Like earlier.Water without water.“Do not move,” Dylan murmurs.I was not planning to.Bu

Hailey POVThe room is quiet.Too quiet.The fight is over, but the air still feels charged, like a storm passed through and left static clinging to everything.Dylan’s arms are around me, firm, unshaking.I can feel his heart hammering against my cheek.Not controlled.Not measured.Human.“I thought I lost you,” he says quietly.“You didn’t.”“It had your face.”“I know.”His grip tightens slightly at that.I pull back just enough to look at him. There is no armor in his expression right now. No strategist. No calculated control.Just fear.For me.“I chose to stay,” I tell him.He studies my face like he is verifying the statement against reality.“And it chose to escalate,” he says.“Yes.”The word settles between us.It is not gone.It learned.We both know that.The lights dim slightly, then return to normal. A subtle fluctuation.Dylan notices.“So do I.”“That wasn’t random,” I say.“No.”He moves toward the window cautiously, pulling me with him. The city outside looks stable