Semua Bab Chasing the Wife He couldn't Love: Ex-Husband's Regret: Bab 91 - Bab 100

I stood frozen in the middle of the parking lot. The neon light from the nearby diner flickered, casting a sickly yellow glow over the asphalt. Bryan was leaning against his car, smiling and tossing that glowing silver eraser as if it were a common coin. He looked so normal, so safe. But the woman stepping out of the black car, the one who looked exactly like an older version of me, was anything but normal.She held the leather-bound book like a shield. On the cover, the words The Final Draft were written in gold that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat."End of Book One," she repeated. Her voice was deeper than mine, tired and heavy with secrets. "You did well, Hazel. You broke the loop. But you didn’t break the contract. The readers are already clicking 'Next Chapter.' If you don't get in this car, the story will simply reset again, and next time, I won't

The hand around my throat wasn’t skin and bone anymore. It was cold, hard metal hidden under a layer of fake, warm skin. Bryan or the thing that looked like him squeezed harder. I couldn’t breathe. My vision began to blur at the edges. The camera lenses in his eyes zoomed in and out, making a tiny clicking sound that chilled my blood."The readers want more, Hazel," the Bryan-machine said. His voice was a perfect copy of my husband’s, but the rhythm was wrong. It was too steady. Too robotic. "A happy ending at chapter 92 is bad for business. We need a tragedy to kick off the next book.""Let... her... go!" I gasped.I kicked him in the chest, but it was like hitting a brick wall. My foot throbbed with pain. This wasn't the man I loved. This was a hollow shell built by the Publisher. It was a trap d

The world didn't just break; it snapped. The giant white scissors in the sky moved with a sound like a thousand knives grinding together. One moment, Elle was standing on the stone balcony, her small hands gripping the railing. The next, the scissors cut through the air, and the entire balcony fell away from the building."Elle!" I screamed.My voice was lost in the roar of the gray dust. Below us, the courtyard was vanishing. The students, the trees, and the stone floors were being chewed up by the tiny robots. The "Reset" had started. The story was being deleted, and my daughter was falling right into the mouth at the end."I’ve got her!" Bryan yelled.He didn't wait. He didn't ask for permission. He shifted. The silver fur didn't just cover his skin this time; i

The detective’s words felt like a bucket of ice water over my head. My heart stopped, then started again with a painful thud. I looked around the street. The blue and red lights of the police cars reflected off the wet pavement. Everything looked so real. I could smell the exhaust from the cars and feel the biting chill of the wind."A coma?" I whispered. I looked down at my hands. The purple fire was still there, flickering between my fingers. "Then why am I still glowing? If this is the real world, why do I still have my power?"The detective stepped closer. He had a kind, tired face, but his eyes were too still. They didn't blink. "It’s a side effect of the trauma, Hazel. Your brain is trying to make sense of the fire. You’ve been dreaming of superheroes and villains because you couldn’t face the fact that Bryan is gone."

The sound of the giant scissors was a deep, metal groan that vibrated in my teeth. Snip. Snip. The shadow on the wall was getting bigger, blocking out the white lights of the hallway. The Director was coming, and he wasn’t bringing a camera. He was bringing the end of the world."Mommy, this way!" the black cat shouted. Its three tails whipped through the air like lashes. It jumped off the Rewriter’s head and landed near a heavy iron floor grate."Hazel, don't!" the Bryan-machine cried. He was still on his knees, his fake skin peeling from the stress. "If you go down there, the memory wipe will be permanent! You’ll forget everything!""I already forgot once!" I yelled back. I kicked a Rewriter in its glowing eraser face. The creature stumbled, its sandpaper hands scratching the air. "I'm not doing