All Chapters of Chasing the Wife He couldn't Love: Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jane sat on the black motorcycle, her face pale under the streetlights. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. I stood there, holding Elle, unsure if I should trust the woman who had spent years trying to steal my husband."Get on, Hazel! We don't have time!" Jane hissed, glancing at the dark trees behind us."Why should I trust you?" I asked, my voice hard. "You were with Damien. You were with Julian. You’re always on the side that’s winning."Jane’s eyes filled with tears. "Because Silas killed them, Hazel! He killed Damien in the transport van. He didn't escape, Silas broke him out just to put a bullet in his head. And he’ll do the same to me once he’s done using me. I’m not on the winning side. I’m on the side that wants to live."

The man standing in my lobby looked like a ghost. He had the same sharp nose and deep-set eyes as Grandpa Walton, but he was much younger, perhaps in his late thirties. He stood with a quiet power that made the air in the room feel heavy."My daughter?" I repeated. My voice felt like it was coming from underwater. I stepped back, my hand instinctively reaching for the locket around my neck. "I don't know who you are. Get out of my office."The man didn't move. He looked at Bryan, who had stepped forward to shield me. Bryan’s eyes were narrowed, his muscles tensed and ready to strike."I am Julian Walton," the man said. His voice was smooth, like expensive silk. "Grandpa Walton’s secret son. The one he hid away in London for thirty years to keep the family 'pure.' And according to the medical records from the clinic

The red timer on the wall was a heartbeat of death. 59... 58... 57.The air in the boathouse was thick with the smell of gasoline and rotting wood. Julian’s laughter echoed off the walls as he backed toward the rear exit, his gun still pointed at my chest. He looked like a monster in the dim, flickering light."One minute, Hazel!" Julian sneered. "One minute to decide if the Walton legacy dies here with this old man, or if you and your lover want to live. Choose fast!"He slammed the back door shut and bolted it from the outside. We were trapped in a wooden box filled with explosives and a dying man."Grandpa!" I screamed, rushing toward the chair in the center of the room.Bryan was already moving. He didn't waste time

The sound of the lullaby coming through the baby monitor was like a needle to my brain. It was soft, sweet, and absolutely terrifying. Damien was in the nursery. He hadn’t fallen into the ravine; he had circled back while we were distracted."Elle!" I screamed, my voice cracking.I didn't wait for Bryan. I didn't wait for the guards. I bolted back into the cabin, my feet pounding against the wooden floor. My heart felt like it was going to explode. Every second I spent running felt like an hour.I reached the nursery door and threw it open.The room was dim, lit only by a small nightlight. Damien was standing over the crib. He had my daughter in his arms. He was rocking her gently, but the look on his face was anything but gentle. It was the look of a man who had f

The world seemed to stop. The smoke from the explosion below swirled around the man standing in the doorway. He looked older, his hair gray at the temples, but those were the same eyes that had tucked me into bed twenty years ago."Dad?" I whispered. The word felt like a hot coal in my throat. "You’re alive?"Henry Williams stepped into the light. He didn't look like a victim. He looked like a king returning to his throne. He didn't even look at Silas, who was unconscious on the floor, or the Matriarch, who still held her gun."I had to die, Hazel," he said. His voice was calm, almost bored. "It was the only way to build the Syndicate without the government watching my every move. I needed the world to forget Henry Williams so I could become the Ghost."