All Chapters of My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Julia’s POVCautiously, I followed Elijah through the familiar corridors of Evelyn's house, my mind swimming with my future plans. At the same time, my heart pounded with fear and agitation. Elijah simply walked ahead with purposeful steps, oblivious to my internal turmoil. He probably suspects something, I thought, feeling paranoid. I could feel it in the way he looked at me, in the questions he didn't voice. Sophia must have told him something, or maybe he had pieced together fragments of truth on his own. I can't afford for him to find out the whole story. Perhaps I need to come up with another plan to make him trust me again completely. I must talk to Henry soon!Evelyn's recovery was both a blessing and a curse. It was rattling and surprising that she had emerged from her coma with an unexpected sharpness of mind. And while I had initially feared her awakening, she had actually been kind, almost unsettlingly so.She even seemed to recall flashes of my supposed childhood as Sab

Sophia’s POVI leaned back against the plush seat of my car, grateful for the quiet after a long, hectic night at the office. I wonder how Grandma Evelyn’s doing…With a sigh, I dialed her number. I really needed to see her. It rang twice before she answered, her voice fragile yet filled with warmth. “Hello, dear? Sophia, is that you?”“Hi, Evelyn,” I replied, relief flooding through me at the sound of her voice. “Yes, it’s me. How are you feeling tonight? How have you been since you got home?”“Oh, I’m recovering fast, dear,” Evelyn responded, her tone upbeat despite the weariness I detected. “Don’t worry too much, alright? I’m just eager and happy to hear your voice now. I thought you’d forgotten about me.”“Oh, of course not,” I said, smiling. But there was also a familiar ache in my chest that stemmed from guilt. At times, I still couldn’t help feeling that it was my fault she had been in a coma. “It was quite a boring day, I must say,” Evelyn added. I was surprised she was being

Serena’s POVThe garden was a vision of romance. Twinkling fairy lights wrapped around delicate branches, casting a soft glow over the perfectly manicured lawns. Roses in every shade of red and pink lined the path, their sweet fragrance filling the air.I crept through the shadows, my eyes scanning the surroundings. Everything was set up so beautifully, it almost made me forget the reason I was here.Almost.At the front, a sign in elegant calligraphy read, “Elijah & Julia.” I wrinkled my nose in disgust. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. The ceremony was already underway; I could hear the murmur of the pastor's voice and the soft, lilting sound of Julia’s giggle.I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to get there before it was too late. The aisle was lined with white petals, and the guests were seated in rows of gold chairs, their backs to me.Julia stood at the altar, looking like a lovesick puppy, her giggles like nails on a chalkboard to my ears.

Elijah’s POVI felt like a tidal wave was crashing over me as I stood there in utter shock, watching the chaos unfold in front of me. I just can’t believe it. Julia, my supposed future wife and childhood best friend, was being accused of unimaginable things—kidnapping, attempted murder. The words hung in the air, heavy and surreal. It couldn't be true, could it?But as each accusation hit me, a nagging feeling grew stronger. It was as if pieces of a puzzle I had been blind to were suddenly falling into place. The evidence and the accusations all pointed to Julia. The woman I’d tried to protect and take care of, the woman I was about to marry, was the real culprit behind everything that had caused us so much pain and suffering. It felt like a movie playing out in slow motion, scenes of our time together flashing before my eyes, now tinted with suspicion. How had I missed the signs? Those little details, the doubts that I had brushed aside—now they seemed glaringly obvious.“She's fak

Sophia’s POVThe garden was almost deserted now. All the guests had gone home after yet another failed wedding ceremony. Evelyn, tired and stressed, clung to me as George hurried off to fetch some food for her. I stroked Evelyn's hair, soothing her into a sleepy calm.I looked around and saw Elijah speaking with Connor. Meanwhile, my best friend Kayla appeared like a beacon of comfort amid the quiet after the storm. Her arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, her warmth and concern a balm to my soul.“Hey,” she murmured softly, “everything’s going to be alright, Soph.”I nodded against her shoulder, grateful for her steadfast support. Just as I began to relax into Kayla's embrace, Serena approached. Kayla stiffened beside me, her trust in Serena still tentative.“Sophia, can we talk privately for a moment?” Serena's tone was earnest, her eyes searching mine.Kayla's gaze flickered between us, a silent plea for caution. Despite our tumultuous history, I felt an unexpected calm settle o