All Chapters of Chased by my Ex Husband: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

GraceUntil you don’t hear genuine concern in someone’s voice for you, you stay cold, numb, and empty, but when someone sincerely asks…Is everything fine? It’s like the wall crumbles, and emotions flow out. I feel it now—the lump that I can no longer swallow, the pain in my chest, the sting in my eyes. Before I can control it, she speaks up again. “ Grace, where are you? Tell me right now. I will come to get you. ”“ Mom. ” I choke on my breath. “ I—I am not a child. I am just…busy with work. I—I will come back in a while. ”I don’t like lying. But how do I tell her what I have seen and where I am sitting right now?“ You don’t sound like you are busy. ” Her voice lowers. “ tell me what’s wrong. You didn’t come home, and Tristin didn’t come home. You two have been gone for the whole night, and now Luca says that he can’t tell me what’s gone wrong with you two. What is this all about? ”“ Oh. ” My shoulders slump.So, she has an inkling. I rub my eyes with my free hand and suck in a

GraceThe car speeds down the road. Everything seems blurred in the broad daylight. My chest feels tight, constricted by the silence radiating from Tristin. His hand is locked around mine, his grip almost painful, but I don’t care about the pressure. I care about the way his eyes refuse to meet mine, fixed instead on the bright world rushing past the window.I don’t understand what’s happening and why he looks so…strange. And it’s making my heart race. “Tristin. ” I whisper, my voice low but edged with worry. “ Tell me what is going on. ”He doesn’t answer. His jaw is taut, and his expression is unreadable. Beside the driver, Luca stares intently at his phone, his fingers flying over the screen. Every few seconds, he dials a new number, but from the stiff way his shoulders hunch, I know he is not getting the answers he wants.“ Luca, at least you should tell me what is wrong! ” I hiss, unable to stay silent anymore.“ Mrs. Roberto. Please stay calm. We will be there soon. ” He rep

GraceYou can only scream until your throat starts burning and your voice falters. After that, all you can do is go silent. I am silent now.But something is still screaming inside me. It’s screaming so loud that I think something might burst out of me and break me for a lifetime.But…not now. My son is still waiting for me out there, waiting for his Mommy and Daddy to find him and bring him back home. He must be…So scared.My eyes sting as the tears run dry, and my head pounds like a drum. It feels like someone ripped my heart out of my chest, and I am still bleeding, desperately trying to get my heart back. I glance at the little bunny toy I have in my hands. It’s the only thing I can hold onto. It still smells like him after a whole day and night. A whole day and night…The thought keeps revolving inside my head. Did they give him food? Water? I want to think they did, or else I might lose my mind again. I close my eyes and recall the counselor’s words. When he showed signs o

GraceMy legs shake as I sit in the backseat beside Tristin. He is watching something on his phone in repeat mode, and every time that video starts playing, the look on his face just worsens.It’s impossible to ignore his scowl and focus on what’s going to happen instead.“ What is it? ” I ask, growing impatient by the moment.Tristin’s head jerks back. He turns off his screen and puts the phone on his thigh, screen down. I clench my hands into fists, noticing that little move before looking up to meet his gaze. The moment our eyes meet, my guts twist with a bad feeling.“ What… ” My lips tremble. “ is it—is it some…news…about… ”I have been eagerly awaiting news about my son. But now that I look into Tristin’s eyes, I notice the horror and realize that it can be bad news…I suddenly don’t want to hear it.Instinctively, my hands reach for my ears, but before I can block them, Tristin reaches out and grabs my wrist. I stiffen, turning my gaze to the back of the passenger seat where L

Grace“ Someone kidnapped your son, and now you got this video from a close parking lot building. You think she hired some men to kidnap your son and then hand him over to her? ” Ethan tilts his head and asks Tristin, who is glaring at him.My feet continue to tap against the floor restlessly as I sit in the lounge. Nothing about this place has changed—not even a bit. Even the decor I had carefully put up is still there.An uneasy feeling in my gut keeps drawing my attention away from Tristin and to my surroundings.“ You killed her. ” Tristin’s voice rises. “ I am sure of it. ”I flinch, directing my gaze to the man sitting on the opposite couch. The girl is still sitting beside him, eyeing us warily but she has been silent since we came inside.I take her in. She is wearing a simple, elegant white dress that reaches below her knees and gives off a decent look. A constant frown marks her forehead, yet she clings to Ethan’s arm as if she is used to it.And Ethan. He is discussing ever