All Chapters of My husband hates me: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Chapter 53.Rican grabbed her wrist with an iron grip, dragging Alessa down the hallway toward their room. She stumbled, desperately trying to keep up, her voice hoarse from pleading, "Please, Rican, please! You have to believe me—it’s Sia! She did everything! Please, just listen to me!" Her words were frantic, her voice breaking with each step, but the more she begged, the angrier Rican became.Her attempts to free herself only seemed to fuel his rage, each accusation against Sia pushing him closer to the edge. He finally flung her onto the bed, the impact knocking the breath out of her as she landed hard, her body bouncing slightly on the mattress. The door slammed shut behind him with a deafening thud, sealing them inside, away from Sia, who had followed them down the hall. He wasn’t about to let anyone else interfere. Not now.Alessa lay frozen for a moment, her heart pounding, her body trembling with fear and exhaustion. She hadn’t eaten, hadn’t rested; she was drained,

Cahpter 55Alessa sat on the bed, nervously biting her lip, her eyes glued to the ticking clock. Her mind raced, repeating the same words over and over again, “I didn’t do anything. Nothing happened. Nothing.”But no matter how many times she reassured herself, her heart still felt like it was sinking into a pit. She couldn’t breathe properly, each second dragging on like an eternity. Her eyes darted to Rican, who stood silently by the door, leaning against the frame, his arms crossed, unreadable as always. She wanted to call out to him, to ask him to sit beside her, to feel some sort of comfort, but her voice was stuck in her throat.Every tick of the clock felt like an hour. The wait was unbearable, but along with the desperation to see the report, an overwhelming fear crept into her mind. What if it didn’t prove her innocence? What if something went wrong?Her thoughts froze the moment she saw Rican push himself off the door frame, straightening up. He slid his hands out

Chapter 57“Hey my son”- a man who embraced his son with open arm, a huge smile on his face as The old man’s eyes shone with pride,, His father’s grip on the stick was as steady as the smile that stretched across his weathered face as his other hand hugged Xavier.“You’ve made me proud, son. So proud,” Jacob repeated, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You’ve done it—you’ve achieved the dream I had for so long.”- his father Jacob made a statement with huge grin on his face.Xavier’s chest tightened as he heard the words. the praise he had chased after for years, was finally here, but something in Xavier’s heart still felt hollow. He forced a smile as his father pulled back, clapping him on the shoulder.Yes, Jacob the same guy who framed Emily for the murder of mother of Stefano Rossi and after everything Stefano and his friend Liam or others caught him unfortunately he escaped from their prison.May be he escaped but the fire was in his heart or mind didn’t dimmed a bit i

59Rican struggled to open his eyes, the heaviness making each blink feel like lifting a weight. His face scrunched as he finally managed to pry them open, only to find himself in a completely unfamiliar room. The sterile smell, the quiet hum of machines, and the feel of a bandage on his hand, where an IV line was attached, told him he was in the hospital. He glanced around, disoriented, until a familiar voice broke the silence.“You almost scared me to death, you psycho!” James said, his tone a mix of relief and annoyance. He lightly punched Rican’s arm, then plopped down in the chair beside him.Rican slowly turned his head, meeting James's eyes for a moment before looking away toward the window. “How did you even find me?” he asked, his voice weak but laced with curiosity.James raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” He let out a dramatic sigh and shook his head, pretending to be disappointed. “I thought you’d say something like, ‘Thank you for saving my life, James. You’r

61Steve felt a pang in his chest as he saw Rican standing at the foot of the stairs, eyes flashing with fury, fists clenched as if ready for a fight and James was standing beside him.Without hesitation, he walked toward his son, trying to ignore the bitterness and hurt that mixed with concern. Alessa lingered near the back, visibly tense.She finally saw him as a small smile flashed on her face but it didn’t last long when she heard there next conversation.“Rican,” Steve began, his voice calm, but Rican cut him off.“Why are you here, Mr. Stefano Rossi?” Rican spat, the title thick with sarcasm. “Did you forget that I don’t want you in this house? Or do you just not know how to listen?”Steve sighed, extending a hand toward him. “Rican, you’ve just gotten out of the hospital. You’re not in any state to be this worked up. The doctor told you to rest.”But as he reached for him, Rican slapped his hand away. “Stay the hell away from me!” he shouted, his voice echoing through th