All Chapters of Chasing the Wife He couldn't Love: Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The man in the white suit walked across the damp concrete of the dock. His shoes didn't make a sound. He looked so much like Silas that for a second, my heart stopped. But where Silas had been full of dark rage, this man was calm. He looked like a statue come to life. Behind him, the massive submarine with the golden heart symbol hummed, a sound that felt like a warm blanket but I knew it was a lie."Who are you?" I whispered. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like lead. Bryan and Jane were frozen behind me, their eyes wide but their bodies stuck like they were trapped in ice."I am Julian," the man said. He smiled, and it was the scariest thing I had ever seen. "Silas was my shadow. He was angry. I am the light. He wanted to control the world with fear, Hazel. I want to control it with love.""Love doesn't freeze

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the steam-filled tunnel. One of the clones, a girl who had my face, my hair, and my height lunged at me. Her silver hand was shaped like a jagged blade. I rolled to the right, the metal tip scraping the concrete where my head had been a second before."Hazel, watch out!" Bryan screamed.He didn't have his blue energy blade anymore, but he grabbed a heavy metal pipe from the wall. He swung it, hitting the clone in the side of the head. It didn't bleed. It just let out a hollow, metallic clink and kept coming."They aren't human, Hazel!" my mother shouted. She was using her black robotic arm to punch another clone back into its glass pod. "They are biological shells filled with nanotech! They don't feel pain!"My father stood on

The ceiling fell in a rain of white dust and twisted metal. Standing above the ruins was a monster that had my daughter’s face. Elle wasn't a baby in a blanket anymore. She was thirty feet of shining silver armor, a giant made of liquid metal and rage. Her eyes were like two golden suns, burning so bright I had to look away."Mother," the giant whispered. The sound wasn't a voice. It was a vibration that rattled my bones and made the glass in the room explode.She reached down with a hand the size of a car. She snatched Silas from the floor before he could fire his cannon. Silas screamed, his legs kicking in the air, but the giant didn't care. She squeezed her silver fingers, and the heavy pulse-cannon snapped like a dry twig. She tossed Silas aside like a piece of trash."Elle! Stop!" I screamed. I ran toward

The metal table was freezing against my bare skin. My head throbbed where the wires had been ripped away. I looked at Silas, and my heart turned to lead. He wasn't the charred skeleton from the simulation. He was real. He was wearing a blood-stained apron, and his eyes were cold and sharp like the blade in his hand.He held Elle by her hair, her tiny feet dangling off the ground. She wasn't crying. She was too terrified to make a sound. Her eyes were fixed on me, begging for help."Welcome back to reality, Hazel," Silas rasped. He tapped the side of my metal table with his serrated blade. Clang. Clang. "The simulation was a nice dream, wasn't it? A world where you almost won. A world where you were the hero. But in this room, you’re just a donor.""Let her go, Silas!" I roared. I tried to sit up, but heavy leather straps snapped tight around my che

The silver liquid from the broken glass brain was inside me now. It felt like a thousand cold needles were stitching my heart back together, but with thread made of ice. I looked at Bryan, the man I had loved, the man I had trusted and saw a stranger. His eyes were no longer the warm brown that made me feel safe. They were solid, glowing gold, the color of a dying sun."Bryan? Please, stop this," I whispered. My voice sounded different. It had a metallic echo, like two people were speaking at once.The silver snakes wrapping around my legs tightened. They weren't just holding me; they were trying to pull the liquid out of my skin and into him. Bryan stepped forward, his movements smooth and perfect. He didn't look like a tired soldier anymore. He looked like a god made of chrome."Bryan is gone, Hazel," he said. His