All Chapters of Apocalypse Rebirth: Ex Husband Regrets : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Chapter 92: The Crying Family AssemblyThe cheap overhead bulb flickered violently, casting weak yellow light across the cracked plaster walls of the small two-room apartment. Outside, the wind howled through the narrow alleyways of the lower district, driving heavy sheets of snow against the thin single-pane glass. Ice was already forming along the inside of the window frame, thick white frost creeping up the glass like tiny crystal fingers. The radiator in the corner gave a wet, metallic clunk, letting out a thin sigh of cold air instead of heat.In the corner of the cramped living room, five-year-old Leo sat bundled in a faded fleece blanket, his little knees pulled up to his chest. His nose was red from the bitter chill, and silent tears tracked through the smudges of dirt on his pale cheeks. He held a small plastic toy car with a broken wheel, clutching it close to his shivering chest, too frightened by the rising voices around him to make a sound.Ethan sat at a small, wobbly fo

Chapter 94: The Forged Power of AttorneyThe icy draft blowing through the broken window frame felt like knives against the skin. In the small bedroom of the cheap two-room apartment, five-year-old Leo lay huddled under three thin, mismatched blankets, coughing weakly into his mother’s shoulder. His small forehead was hot against Anna’s palm, his lips pale and chapped. Anna sat on the edge of the saggy mattress, rubbing her son’s cold arms continuously, her eyes red and sunken.In the kitchen, the single overhead lightbulb hummed and flickered. Beatrice sat on the edge of a wooden chair, her hands shoved deep into her coat pockets. She shivered without stopping, her teeth clicking together every few seconds."Is he back yet?" Beatrice asked, her voice dry and raspy. "It’s been over three hours, Anna. If Ethan got arrested on the street, we’re going to freeze in this room before sunrise."Anna didn't look up from her son. She pulled the top blanket tighter around Leo’s neck, her voice

Chapter 96: The Bank Trap SpringsMr. Harrison did not look up immediately when Ethan’s frozen shoes clicked against the polished marble floor. The old account manager sat behind his heavy oak desk, his gold-rimmed reading glasses perched low on his nose as he thumbed through a thick stack of yellow paper ledgers. The bank’s tall ceilings held the heavy chill of the storm outside, and a single diesel emergency lamp cast long, jittery shadows across the high walls."Harrison," Ethan said. He pulled his shoulders back and forced a practiced, smooth smile onto his face, though his lower jaw trembled slightly from the cold. "It’s good to see a familiar face open during this mess."Mr. Harrison stopped his pen. He slowly raised his head, looking over the rims of his glasses. His eyes swept over Ethan’s rumpled, snow-stained coat, then moved to Beatrice, who was standing stiffly beside him, clutching her wet knit cardigan around her throat like a shield."Ethan," Mr. Harrison said, his voi

Chapter 98: The Panicked CallThe bank holding room smelled of cold concrete, damp coats, and metal rust. A single battery-powered emergency bulb hummed on the high ceiling, casting harsh yellow light down over two heavy iron chairs bolted directly to the stone floor. Outside the narrow high window near the ceiling, the storm roared with terrifying fury, driving sheets of ice against the iron bars.Ethan sat in one of the cold metal chairs, his arms pulled tight behind his back, his wrists bound in heavy steel handcuffs. His designer suit pants were torn at the knees, caked with dirty slush from his struggle on the lobby floor. His hair was a wild, unwashed mess, sticking to his forehead in wet clumps. His face was swollen, his eyes red and leaking fresh tears that tracked clean lines through the dirt on his pale cheeks.Beside him, Beatrice slumped on the second chair, her head resting back against the cold wall. She wasn't yelling anymore. She stared blankly at the concrete floor,