All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

3RD POV:He stands up. His leg screams in protest. The cast is heavy and the bone is still healing and every movement sends a jolt of pain up his spine. He does not notice. He does not feel it. He is running on adrenaline and rage and the desperate need to do something, anything, to get her back."I am going to find him," he says, and his voice is low and steady and full of a kind of calm that Athena knows is dangerous. "And I am going to tear him apart with my bare hands. And then I am going to burn the Drakon empire to the ground. Every building. Every asset. Every person who ever helped him. I am going to leave nothing but ash."Athena stares at him."Lysander," she says. "We will find her. But you need to be smart about this. You cannot help her if you are dead."He looks at her and for a moment she sees the boy he used to be, the one who lost his parents, the one who has spent his whole life pretending that he does not feel things as deeply as he does."I have nothing left to los

CELESTINE'S POV:I did not answer. I could not answer. I just looked at him with hate in my eyes and hoped that he could see it."Good," he said. "Because I do not want to hurt you, Celestine. I want to love you. I want to take care of you. I want to give you the life that you deserve. But you have to let me. You have to stop fighting me."I turned my face away from him and closed my eyes and pretended that he was not there.He left a few minutes later. I heard the door lock behind him. I heard his footsteps fade away. And I lay there on the cot, in the dark, and I let myself cry.~~~~~~He has not touched me sexually. Not yet and that is the thing that scares me the most. Not the slaps or the grabs or the way he puts his hands on my stomach to feel the baby move. Those things are bad, but they are not the worst thing. The worst thing is knowing that he could do more. The worst thing is knowing that he wants to do more. The worst thing is waiting for the day when the slaps are not eno

LYSANDER'S POV:I have not slept in four days and also I have not eaten in two. I have not stopped moving, not for a single moment, because every time I stop, every time I sit down, every time I close my eyes, I see Celestine's face and I hear Kier's voice on the phone and I feel the cold, crushing weight of my own failure pressing down on my chest.I have teams of people searching every property Kier has ever owned, every address connected to the Drakons, every lead no matter how small or unlikely or desperate. Private investigators. Former military. Hackers who can find information that does not want to be found. I am spending money like water, burning through cash, and I do not care. I would spend every penny I have, every asset, every empire, if it meant finding her.But so far, nothing. The searches have turned up empty. The properties are abandoned or sold or never had anything to do with Kier in the first place. The leads have gone nowhere. The investigators keep coming back wi

CAMILLE'S POV:I take a breath. I have been rehearsing this moment for days, ever since Nikolai came home drunk and angry and started talking about his brother in law and his stupid plans and the bunker in Scotland that no one would ever find. I pretended I wasn't listening but my ears were open like that of a rabbit. I remembered. And now I am going to use that information to buy my freedom."Kier told Nikolai about it when they were planning the kidnapping," I say. "It is an old hunting bunker, built by our father. It is hidden in the side of a mountain in the Scottish Highlands and it has no GPS or any cell service. No one knows it exists except Kier and Nikolai and Vladimir."Lysander steps closer. "You are sure?""I am sure. Nikolai showed me on a map. He was drunk and he was bragging and he thought I was too stupid to remember. But I remember. I wrote down the coordinates."I pull a piece of paper out of my pocket and hold it out to him. My hand is shaking so badly that the pape

CELESTINE'S POV:I hear the gunshots first.They are distant, muffled by the concrete walls and the earth packed tight around this underground prison, but they are unmistakable. The sharp crack of a firearm and the sound that makes your body tense before your brain even has time to process what it means. One shot. Then another. Then shouting, voices raised in anger and fear and something that sounds like triumph.My heart leaps into my throat.Lysander is here. He came for me. He found me.I am sitting on the cot in the corner of the concrete room, my back against the cold wall, my hand pressed against my belly. The baby is moving, kicking, fluttering, as if they can feel my excitement, my fear, my desperate, soaring hope. I have been in this bunker for days, surviving, holding on, waiting for this moment.And now it is here.Kier hears the noise too. He is standing by the door, his back to me, his body tense. He has been here for hours, sitting in that chair across from me, watching