All Chapters of Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ELARAMy heart won’t stop beating frantically at Killian’s words, his voice echoing again and again in my mind, even after he had backed away from me moments ago to continue his… surprises.I stood perfectly still, rooted to the spot as I watched him unzipping the heavy backpack he had carried over his broad shoulders. He pulled out a large, colorful, picnic mat and deftly spread it over the lush forest floor. Next, he reached into the woven basket, systematically bringing out an assortment of gourmet foods, savory snacks, bottles of chilled water, fresh fruit juices, and all sorts of delicacies. He arranged everything with meticulous precision—the linen napkins, the small plates, the containers of perfectly prepared finger foods—transforming the wild clearing into a more luxurious, intimate haven.Watching him navigate the setup with such effortless care, a profound wave of warmth washed over me. The pure thoughtfulness of it all was overwhelming. This man…He had deliberately map

ELARA“Miss Elara, nice to make your acquaintance,” the leader spoke first, his voice a low, greasy rumble, as he casually slipped his thick hands into the pockets of his combat trousers.I leaned back slightly, letting my eyes travel slowly over his features to take his exact measure. He was the oldest of the trio, possessing a heavy-set frame that radiated an entirely different kind of filth compared to his subordinates. He had a fat, fleshy face with sagging jowls that quivered slightly when he spoke, his thick jaw completely swallowed by layers of skin. A prominent, round stomach stretched the fabric of his black polo shirt to its absolute limits, and his left stubby fingers were adorned with cheap, gaudy rings that sank into his swollen flesh.The two standing seamlessly behind him were equally massive, though their bulk was composed entirely of dense, terrifying muscle. As if on a rehearsed cue to deliberately break my composure, they subtly flexed their large forearms, the

ELARAHearing my friend’s name, Tug blanched even further, his jaw dropping as he took a second-time staggering, unstable step backward, his bodyguards instantly following suit like frightened children."No," he gasped out, violently swallowing a full two seconds later as the reality of Fredak’s wrath hit his mind. "Please… Nu…""Call me by my real name, Tug," I snapped, my tone cutting through the air like a whip. "Or else you will lose more than you could ever possibly think of, or ever recover from in this lifetime.""Miss… Elara… Viking," he stuttered out frantically, the sweat visibly pouring down his jowls. "I… I sincerely apologize. I think there must have been a severe miscommunication somewhere on our end…""A miscommunication, you say?"He bobbed his head up and down like a doll, and then, spinning around, he wildly struck both of his bodyguards across the back of their heads. The two brutes gasped in surprise, facing their boss in shock, then looking at me, before their kn

KILLIAN“Mr. Harold… what can I do for you?” I began the second they took their seats, completely lacking the state of mind or the patience for a mindless exchange of pleasantries and empty corporate conversations.Harold clearly thought otherwise, because he hesitated for a long moment, watching my cold demeanor closely before letting out a heavy, disappointed sigh.“Killian, you sound incredibly rude,” he scolded, shifting in his seat. “I am your father’s oldest and dearest friend, have you completely forgotten that? Our families have been just as close as the Vikings have been to you for decades…”Was that a trace of jealousy I detected lacing his tone? Pfft. Wasn’t the man too old to be harboring childish grudges?“Is that the reason why you are here today, Mr. Harold?”His thick jaw clenched tightly, but he said nothing, at first. His eyes darted nervously between my unyielding frame and Charlotte, who hadn't uttered a single word since they stepped into my inner sanctum. She w

MIRANDADid the foolish woman honestly think I was going to be a docile, submissive little daughter-in-law like Elara had adorned herself to be when she had lived with them? Did she truly think I would just lie, quietly accept the blame, and swallow the consequence of something I was not at fault in?I mused bitterly on these thoughts as Linda suddenly came to an abrupt halt right in the middle of the corridor. Unfortunately, that act made Shawn stagger violently forward, his balance completely breaking.“Careful, Shawn!!” The lead doctor shouted in panic, instantly stepping in with frantic movements to hold him, so that the text-book heir wouldn’t crash directly to the hard hospital floor along with his metallic stick.Not surprisingly, Linda blamed me for it.She was fuming, her chest heaving as she glared hotly at me. Worse for her, Shawn wildly waved her away in a fit of anger when she tried to reach for his arm again, whispering an apology.I held back a smirk, when she returne