All Chapters of Chasing the Wife He couldn't Love: Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My heart didn't just break; it felt like it exploded into a million pieces of ice. I looked at the man holding me the Bryan who had bled for me, the one who had jumped into mirrors and fought gods to keep me safe. His hands were turning into blue smoke. His face was flickering like a dying television screen."A memory?" I whispered, my voice choking. "No. You’re real. I feel you.""I am the part of him that loved you, Hazel," the fading Bryan said. His eyes were full of a deep, watery sadness. "But the Board kept the rest. They kept the bone, the blood, and the coldness."I looked across the street. The real Bryan stood among the silver statues. He looked perfect. His white lab coat was crisp, and his eyes were as sharp as diamonds. There was no love in them. There was only the hunger of a man who had finally

The Trash Bin was a graveyard of broken dreams. Everywhere I looked, there were mountains of crumpled paper and discarded ideas. The sky was a flat, dull gray, like a computer screen that had been turned off. I held Elle close to me, her small hands trembling against my waist.In front of us stood the memory-Bryan. But he wasn't the man who had saved me in the mirror world. His eyes were a burning, oily red, and thick black ink leaked from the corners of his mouth. He held a silver sword that pulsed with a dark, hungry light."Bryan, stop!" I cried out. My voice felt dry, like old parchment. "You’re not a killer. You’re the part of him that loved us!""Love is a luxury for those who are real, Hazel!" Memory-Bryan hissed. He stepped forward, the paper beneath his boots crunching like dry bones. "The Master promised m

The library was no longer a place of quiet books. It was a war zone. Hundreds of characters, alphas, billionaire mobsters, and dark sorcerers crawled out of their torn pages. They weren't looking for freedom. They were looking for me. Their eyes were like empty inkwells, and their mouths were twisted into hungry snarls."The Original," the Queen from the Gilded Academy whispered. Her gold fingernails grew into long, sharp talons. "If we eat your soul, we become real. We won't be sketching anymore. We will be flesh and bone!""Stay back!" I yelled. I pushed Elle behind the bone desk, my hands glowing with purple fire.The characters didn't listen. A massive werewolf, his fur matted with black ink, lunged at me. I ducked, swinging my fist upward. The purple fire slammed into his jaw, sending him flying back into a she

The toxic green light from the needle was so bright it made my eyes water. Young Evelyn stood on the giant silver thumb, her face twisted with a cruel joy. She wasn't just a girl anymore; she was the Master’s favorite weapon, and she was seconds away from putting me into a sleep I would never wake up from."One tiny prick, Hazel," Evelyn giggled. "And the Master will have all the data he needs to fix the world. You won’t feel a thing. You’ll just… stop being.""Never!" I yelled.I tried to move, but my feet were stuck. The floor of the Trash Bin was turning into thick, wet ink again. It was pulling me down, pinning me in place so Evelyn could land her strike. Silas was reaching for me, his iron key glowing, but he was too far away. Elle was huddled behind a pile of paper, her small hands ove

The gunshot was the loudest thing I had ever heard. In this strange hallway made of movie film, the sound didn't just echo; it vibrated through the floor like an earthquake. My heart didn't just beat, it screamed. I saw the flash of the muzzle. I saw the small, dark shape of the bullet spinning toward my daughter."No!" I shrieked.I didn't think so. I didn't breathe. I dived. My body felt heavy and real now, but the blue energy from the Black Heart drive was still humming in my skin. I threw myself across the tunnel, my fingers reaching for Elle’s jacket. I tackled her hard, our bodies crashing into the side of the film strip.The bullet whistled past my ear. It didn't hit the wall. It hit a frame of the movie behind us.CRACK.