All Chapters of You're Mine, Ex-wife!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"I think……." the first officer started to say."No, I don't think he's the one," the other officer interjected firmly. "The guy's too old to pull off that kind of job and make it down from the building. Let's not tarnish our reputation by accusing the wrong person."The second officer's gaze pierced into me, his eyes scrutinizing every detail of my appearance. He seemed to be looking for a reason to believe I was indeed the culprit, but after a long moment, he simply shook his head and turned away. The two policemen walked off, their footsteps echoing in the vast, open space of the airport.As the sound of their voices faded into the distance, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was a close call, too close. My heart was still pounding in my chest as I watched their retreating figures.I glanced around the airport, my eyes darting nervously from one uniformed officer to another. The presence of the police officers put me on edge, but I knew I had to act fast. Pulling my phone closer,

A jolt of disbelief and hope surged through me as the nurse's words sliced through the tension in the waiting room. "Sir, she is awake." Her voice, tinged with a hint of joy, reached my ears, sending my heart into a frenzied dance of relief and urgency."What?" The word escaped my lips in a breathless mix of shock and elation, my entire being focused on this moment of reckoning. "Please, show me the way," I implored the nurse, a surge of energy propelling me forward as she led the way through the corridors of the hospital. My legs became so long as I walked several distances in seconds.Arriving at the designated room, anticipation coiled tightly within me as the nurse swung open the door, granting me entrance to a scene I had longed for with every fiber of my being. Charlotte lay there, her eyes open and aware, a beacon of consciousness in the sea of uncertainty that had engulfed us."Charlotte, Charlotte!" I called out her name, a fervent prayer, and a declaration of love intertwine

I awoke with a start, feeling groggy and disoriented. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the soft glow of the monitors by my bedside. I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the heaviness that clung to my eyelids. A gnawing suspicion began to form in my mind as I remembered the insistent thrum of anxiety from the day before. "I think they slipped sleeping drugs into my IV or wqs I injected I can't really remember," I muttered to myself, rubbing at the spot where the needle had been inserted. It would explain the lost hours and the profound depth of my sleep. I had been so adamant about staying awake, fearing what might happen if I closed my eyes even for a moment.Memories of the preceding events came crashing back to me, and with them, a spike of worry for Alex. Had he managed to elude the police? There had been no word from him, and the silence was deafening.Gingerly, I reached out with a trembling hand and retrieved my phone from the small cabinet next to the h

I was resting on the hospital bed when the TV continued droning on with the evening news and my phone buzzed. A text message glowed on the screen: "Hi Allison, it's me, Alex." My heart skipped a beat. Alex. The name alone was enough to trigger a cascade of thoughts. If he was reaching out, it meant he had either managed to flee the country or, worse, he was still here. The latter thought sent a shiver down my spine. If Alex hadn't escaped after his risky endeavor with Rob Glow and the police were to catch him, I would be in deep trouble too. The idea of being behind bars for being the mastermind of his plans was unbearable. I could be forced into doing something desperate to escape that fate.I quickly typed a response, my fingers trembling slightly as I held onto hope that he was messaging me from a safe distance, far from the long arm of the law."Hello Alex, Is that you? Where are you right now?" I paused, my mind racing, before continuing, "I have been looking for you for ages. Wh

A voice from the TV was in the midst of delivering the grave news, detailing allegations against me that were as shocking as they were untrue. "Authorities are currently in search of this individual," the news anchor's voice boomed, "believed to be involved in recent terrorist activities."Panic seized me, and in the midst of the chaos of my racing thoughts, I caught the receptionist's eye. She had made the connection, her gaze darting between the image on the screen and my face, now stripped of its disguise. There was a flicker of recognition, then a dawning horror look that mirrored my own shock.I could feel the blood drain from my face as I instinctively reached up to shield my face. It was too late, though; the receptionist's eyes had already widened in recognition, her gaze locking onto mine with paralyzing intensity. As I stumbled forward, hoping to somehow diffuse the situation, her reaction was instantaneous and immediate."Help! Help me!" She cried out, her voice piercing th