All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

LYSANDER'S POV:Three days have passed since the attack.Three days of fire and smoke and the heavy havoc that it caused. Three days of sleepless nights and endless meetings and the slow, grinding process of putting our lives back together. Three days of watching my family heal, of holding my wife, of watching my children try to process everything that happened.My penthouse is crowded now. Athena and Maxwell are staying with us, their kids tucked into the guest rooms, their presence is a comfort to us. The staff has been sent home. The security has been doubled. The world outside is still spinning, still moving, still going on as if nothing happened.But everything has changed.I stand in the study of the penthouse, surrounded by maps and photographs and the kind of organized things that comes from planning a mission that could get people killed. The walls are lined with screens showing satellite images of the Romanian mountains. The table is covered in printouts of financial transac

LYSANDER'S POV:The compound is dark and silent, a concrete bunker hidden in the Romanian mountains like a snake waiting to strike. The night air is cold and thin, biting at my skin, making my breath fog in front of my face. The trees are black against the sky, their branches reaching up like skeletal fingers. The only light comes from the moon, a thin crescent hanging low over the peaks.I move through the shadows like a ghost. My footsteps are silent on the rocky ground. My heart is pounding in my chest, but my hands are steady. My eyes are scanning the darkness, looking for movement, looking for threats, looking for the guards that Alistair told me about."Two guards on the left," my son's voice whispers in my earpiece. "One on the right. The main door is unlocked."I move left. The guards are standing in the shadows, their backs to me, their weapons lowered. They do not see me coming. They do not hear me. They do not know that their end is approaching.I take down the first one wi

CELESTINE'S POV:I have been standing at the window for hours.The penthouse is high above the city, floor to ceiling windows that look out over the London skyline. The lights are twinkling below, a million little stars scattered across the darkness. The streets are quiet. The world is peaceful. But I cannot stop watching, cannot stop waiting, cannot stop listening for the sound of the door.Hope is sleeping in my arms. She is so small, so fragile, so utterly dependent on me for everything. Her tiny fingers are curled around my thumb. Her chest rises and falls with each breath. She does not know that her father is out there, hunting a monster. She does not know that her family almost fell apart. She does not know anything except the warmth of my arms and the safety of my embrace.I press my lips to her forehead. She stirs, just a little, then settles back into sleep.The penthouse is quiet. The staff has been sent home and I am alone with my daughter and my worry and the weight of eve

ALISTAIR'S POV: Three days have passed since my father came home. Three days since Vladimir Drakon died. Three days since my mother forgave Elara for everything she did. And I have not spoken to her once. Not because I am ignoring her on purpose nor because I am giving her the silent treatment. But because I literally cannot find the words. Every time I look at her, every time I hear her voice, every time I think about what she did, the anger rises up in my chest like a wave and I cannot breathe. I am in my room and I am sitting on my bed, staring at the wall, trying to make sense of everything that has happened. She almost destroyed our family. She almost got my mother killed. She almost got my baby sister killed. She lied to us. She manipulated us. She made me believe that I was the enemy, that I was the one who pushed her down the stairs, that I was the one who was tearing our family apart. And my parents just forgave her. Like it was nothing. Like it never happened. I under

ALISTAIR'S POV:A few months have passed since the attack. A few months of therapy and family dinners and awkward silences that no one knows how to fill. A few months of watching my parents try to hold us together, of watching Elara try to earn back our trust, of watching myself become someone I do not recognize.I am back at school now. That is what normal people do, right? They go back to school. They pretend that everything is fine. They act like the world did not almost fall apart.I am good at pretending. I have always been good at pretending.The hallways are crowded and noisy and full of the kind of noise that used to annoy me. Now it just feels empty and void. Like I am walking through a world that does not have anything to do with me.My teachers are amazed by my intelligence. They tell me that I am gifted, that I have a brilliant mind, that I am going to do great things. They do not know that I am just trying to keep my brain busy enough to stop thinking about the fire. They