Todos los capítulos de Too Late Ex-Husband, I am Already Married To Your Uncle : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

*(Lucas’s POV)* When I finally walked into the campsite carrying Junia, everyone was standing around staring. Word had clearly spread through the camp that Junia was missing. The moment they spotted us, Maya and two paramedics came running over in a hurry. "Sister!" Maya cried out, reaching toward her. The paramedics quickly stepped in, reaching out to pull Junia off my back. "Shhh," I warned them, keeping my voice low and firm. "Let her rest. Leave her alone." I looked at the medical team with a sharp glare. "She is exhausted. Do not disturb her." The paramedics quickly nodded in agreement. After all, I was their boss. None of them dared to argue with me. I carefully carried her inside my main cabin tent and laid her down softly on the bed. Outside, the paramedics waited for my update. "What happened to her, sir?" the lead doctor asked politely. "She hurt her leg," I explained, my tone clipped. "She cried a lot, and she is in pain. If you need to treat her, do it while she

(Junia’s POV) By the time I limped all the way to the executive bus in the morning , I was among the last few people left to board.“Good morning,” I said, bowing my head slightly toward him because almost everyone was watching me enter.Lucas looked up from the front row. “Junia, where are you going?”I pointed down the narrow aisle toward the back rows. “I’m going to my seat…”“No, you’re not going to,” he said firmly, cutting me off before I could take another step. “Your leg still hurts and you can barely walk. Please, sit.” He gestured directly to the empty leather seat right beside him.I let out a soft sigh. Whoaaa… He was completely serious. Of course, I knew the female employees in the back were going to be bitter about it, but he was right. My leg was genuinely throbbing. I slowly walked over and sat down beside him.“So, how is your leg?” he asked, his voice dropping into a quieter, gentler tone.“Umm… it’s getting better,” I replied softly.He gave a small nod. Just then

(Junia’s POV)“Take a few minutes to talk with your assigned partners before the race begins!” the host shouted through the speakers.The moment the announcement ended, Damon boldly grabbed my arm and dragged me behind the large canvas canopy, out of direct view of the crowds. I let out a harsh sigh. Looking across the field, I could see Lucas watching us from a distance, but this time he didn’t intervene, giving me the space to handle it myself.The second we were hidden behind the blue fabric, I yanked my hand out of his filthy grip. “What is wrong with you?!” I spat out, my voice dripping with pure disgust. “Do you honestly think pulling a stunt like this is going to make me forgive you or clear your debt, huh?!”“I paid the debt,” Damon said calmly, looking straight into my eyes.I blinked, taken aback. “You did what?”“I really paid the debt,” he repeated, stepping closer. “So that’s cleared… all of it.”“How come?” I asked, my brows furrowing in deep suspicion.“Because I love

Junia’s POV)*I sprinted back into the restroom, my heart pacing like crazy. I rushed to the sinks, my eyes scanning the polished counter, and there it was—the ring was still sitting right on the edge of the basin!I quickly grabbed it, slipped it back onto my finger, and let out a long, shaky sigh. Whoever was pulling this twisted trick, I wasn't going to let them toy with me for a single second.Just as I smoothed down my dress, the unknown number popped up on my screen again. I picked up and snapped instantly. "What do you want?!" I demanded, my voice sharp. "You are not going to make me run just because of your stupid games! Reveal yourself and let’s talk in person, and I will show you what I am made of!"A loud, chilling laugh echoed through the speaker—unhinged and manic, sounding like a complete lunatic.I gulped hard. As much as I was trying to stand my ground, the sound sent a cold, terrifying shiver down my spine."Easy there, Junia," the robotic voice rasped out, purring wi

29***(Junia’s POV)*I was so utterly overwhelmed with work and the suffocating terror of the ticking countdown that I couldn't even manage to go see my mother that afternoon.By the following day after work, the sheer weight of exhaustion and stress was written all over my face. I still hadn't fully decided how to handle the jerk, but one thing was absolute: I was never going to hand over Lucas's hard work and legacy to a blackmailer.I pulled my car up to my parents' estate, taking a deep breath at the wheel. Before stepping through the front door, I forced a bright, cheerful smile onto my face—there was no way I was going to let my mother worry about what was happening.When I entered the living room, my mother was sitting comfortably on the plush couch, watching TV."Oh, my baby!" She immediately stood up and wrapped her arms around me.I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her shoulder. Honestly, I needed that hug more than anything in the world right now.She pulled back slig