All Chapters of Trashing My Ex with the Ice King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ryder’s POV The heavy scent of the ocean, sweat, and raw sex still clung to my skin as I stepped into my penthouse. The lights were dim, but the silence was immediately broken. Valerie stood in the center of the living room, wearing a silk nightgown, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes glared at me, filled with venom and suspicion. "Do you know what time it is?" she demanded. "Where the hell have you been, Ryder?" "A business trip," I replied flatly, walking past her as I unfastened my cufflinks. "Liar," she hissed, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. She marched after me. "Do you think I don't know what you're hiding?" I stopped and turned around, my eyes narrowing coldly. "What do you want to argue about tonight? I'm too exhausted to entertain you." "I am your wife! We just got married!" Valerie yelled, her composure snapping. "But you... you flew to Switzerland on the night of our honeymoon?!" I let out a low, mocking scoff. "So you've started hiri

Mary’s POVMy eyes widened in horror at Lexie's threat, but my desperation was far greater."Back off, Lexie," I hissed, my voice trembling but full of resolve. "Or I'll do something desperate to get you out of my way.""Please, Miss..." Lexie stepped forward, closing the distance between us.Before I could dodge, Lexie lunged forward and gripped both of my wrists tightly. I thrashed, trying to pull my hands away, but the former security agent's strength was far beyond mine."Let me go!" I screamed in panic."Just hold on for a moment until Mr. Julian arrives... please!" Lexie pleaded desperately.At that exact second, the maddening roar of a familiar black limousine's engine shattered the silence of the street. The horrifying screech of tires made me jump. I had no choice. With the last of my strength, I kicked Lexie's shin. She winced in pain, and her grip loosened.I immediately darted into the driver's seat of my car, slammed the door, and hit the central lock button just a

Mary’s POVThat morning, the mansion felt unusually quiet. Julian had left for Kessler Tower at dawn due to the ongoing business crisis he was facing. I was sitting in the dining room, swallowing my pregnancy supplements with a glass of warm water, when Lexie suddenly approached.My assistant's face looked far from normal. She was deathly pale, and she didn't dare to meet my eyes at all as she handed over her phone."Mrs. Mary," Lexie said, her voice sounding strained. "There is a call from Mrs. Victoria."My brows furrowed in confusion. I took the phone. "Mother?""Good morning, darling," my mother-in-law's elegant and graceful voice chimed from the other end of the line. "Has Julian already left for the office?""Yes, Mother. He has been incredibly busy lately with company matters. Even last night, he came home very late," I answered politely, trying to maintain the proper etiquette of a daughter-in-law in an elite family."What a pity," she sighed softly. "In that case, how a

Dante’s POV"Y-You?"Mrs. Mary’s eyes widened in sheer horror as she stared at me. Her body trembled violently, taking a step back even as her hand clutched her bleeding stomach. I knew that exact look. Seeing me was the same as triggering her trauma and memories of Mr. Ryder."Why are you helping me?!" she screamed, her voice cracking with despair and pain.Before I could answer, an enemy's bullet shattered Mary's car side mirror into pieces.Instinctively, I lunged forward, ducking down and pulling Mrs. Mary behind the door of my SUV to shield her. With my right hand, I fired three precise return shots at the pursuing car, hitting their tires and shattering their windshield."Mr. Vance specifically assigned me to watch over you. Get in quickly before you lose your baby!" I growled amidst the chaos of flying bullets.At the mention of the word 'baby,' the stubborn girl's defenses crumbled. For the sake of the fetus in her womb, Mrs. Mary was forced to take my offered hand. I pu

Mary’s POV The monotonous beep of an electrocardiogram monitor was the first thing to welcome my consciousness. Slowly, I forced my heavy eyelids open. The sight of a white ceiling and the sharp stench of antiseptics immediately assaulted my senses. "Thank God you're awake, Miss." A cold, baritone voice made me flinch. I turned my head and found Dante standing in the corner of the room in his neat, tailored suit. My body tensed. The memories of my escape from Julian's mother's horrific mansion, the shattered glass, the agonizing pain in my abdomen, and how I collapsed on the side of the road all came rushing back. Unconsciously, my hand instinctively reached for my stomach. My baby. "Your uterus experienced severe contractions. You almost miscarried due to extreme stress and physical trauma," Dante stated, his face utterly emotionless. "But our doctors acted fast. Your fetus is safe. However, this means you are required to be on strict bed rest for the next few days if