Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

ELARAPain.That was the very first thing that registered in my universe. A heavy, throbbing pain that seemed to radiate from the very back of my skull, pulsing in excruciating waves down my spine and into my limbs, settling deep into muscles I didn't know could ache like this. I tried to shift my weight, just slightly, testing whether my body still belonged to me—but a sharp gasp escaped my lips as a dull ache flared through my entire frame, making me feel as though I had been thoroughly trampled by a herd of wild animals and left for dead somewhere in the dirt.I slowly, agonizingly tried to force my eyelids open, but the overhead fluorescent lights struck my pupils like sharp needles driven straight into my skull, forcing me to groan and squeeze them tightly shut again. My head felt incredibly heavy, clogged with a thick fog that made it impossible to form a single coherent thought, let alone hold onto one.What happened? my brain screamed through the haze, grasping at fragments

SHAWNI smoothed down the wrinkled collar of my dress shirt, a profound, intoxicating wave of pure glee washing through my veins as I reclined against the stiff leather sofa pushed against the far wall of the private room. It wasn't the seat I wanted—not beside her, not close enough to touch her hand the way I had before her brothers had pried me away and stationed themselves around her bed like a wall of flesh and bone—but even from here, even banished to the far side of the room like some unwelcome guest at my own celebration, I could still see her. That was enough for tonight.It worked, my mind screamed in a victorious chant. The plan actually, beautifully worked.If I had known that pulling off a manufactured heroic rescue would be this incredibly easy, I would have orchestrated a dangerous accident weeks ago. Months, even. Look at the results sitting right in front of me, however far away they'd forced me to sit to enjoy them. Elara was propped up in that hospital bed, pale a

ELARAI stared at Killian in complete, utter bewilderment, my brows knitting together so tightly the movement tugged painfully at the dull ache throbbing behind my eyes. Beside me, my father had gone perfectly still. Liam's expression mirrored my own confusion, his jaw tightening as though he couldn't decide whether to be alarmed or offended, while Dominic looked between Shawn and Killian like a man trying—and spectacularly failing—to make sense of what his eyes were seeing.And through it all...Killian kept laughing.The deep, resonant sound rolled effortlessly through the private hospital suite, bouncing off the sterile white walls before echoing back at us in unsettling waves. It wasn't forced. It wasn't hysterical. It wasn't even particularly loud.It was genuine. Which somehow made it infinitely more unnerving. Why was he laughing? Now, of all times?Had nearly losing me finally broken something inside him? Had the emotional shock simply short-circuited whatever passed for rat

ELARA>You orchestrated the entire accident yourself. >Tell everyone exactly who paid you to have your daughter stand in that street tonight.The words kept echoing inside my skull, looping over and over on some broken track my concussed brain refused to shut off. Did that actually mean… what I thought it meant? My neck stiffened as I slowly turned my head toward Shawn, my eyes locking onto his face. The cocky, self-assured smirk he had been wearing just moments ago was completely gone. His skin was starkly blanched, an ashen, deathly gray, and I could literally see tiny beads of cold sweat breaking out and pooling along his hairline.I sat there, my mind desperately trying to comprehend the sheer, horrifying depth of what was being revealed. Did Shawn really… did he actually hire a thug to hit me with a truck? Or rather, pretend to hit me, just so he could throw himself in the line of fire, play the heroic savior, and steal all the glory to force me back into his arms?What sort o

SHAWNI ignored the continuous chitter and chatter of the other inmates around me in the dimly lit holding cell. Instead, I kept my eyes glued to the iron-barred entrance, willing a lawyer, a family driver, anyone to step through those doors and bail me out of this motherfucking place.I also pointedly ignored the silent, chiding looks from the desk officers sitting just beyond the bars. It had been more than two hours since the Viking brothers had dragged me in here. They had chosen to do things legally this time—thank God, because if they had handled it in an alleyway, I’d be dead. But their legal righteousness worked entirely in my favor. They had brought absolutely no concrete evidence to the precinct, except for the testimony of the street thug I had hired. And his word alone held absolutely no legal water against a Linday.There was no physical paper trail. I had made sure the man wiped our call logs, deleted our texts, and cleared his device of any digital footprint before t