All Chapters of My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Julia’s POVI heard the clatter of a metal tray being slipped through the small slot in my cell door. I glared at him through the steel bars I was gripping with my hands. “I’m right here, Idiot!” I shouted. But the guard just kept on going, his expression impassive.I walked over and glanced at the tray. The food looked bland and unappetizing, a sad heap of grayish slop that seemed to mock my misery. My stomach churned at the sight, and I suddenly felt like throwing up. I pushed the plate away with a disgusted groan.“I’m not hungry,” I muttered to the empty cell. “I couldn’t even stomach that if I tried.”As I turned away from the food, my mind suddenly shifted to thoughts of Sophia. The idea of her being here instead of me seemed to fan the fire inside me. I grew even more livid. Why was I stuck in this hellhole while she was out there, living her life?It was then that a distant memory surfaced, one I hadn’t thought about in years. I remembered meeting Sophia for the very first tim

Elijah’s POVOver the past few days, I was able to speak to more of Henry’s college professors and friends, as well as some more former colleagues and bosses. I also had the chance to chat with former employees in his companies. Their stories painted a complex picture of a man driven by massive ambition, willing to do anything and everything to get to the top. I even had a chance to meet with the police investigators who had handled Henry's case before. They informed me that they planned to form a new team to resume the investigation and catch him once and for all. Thank God for that. At least the authorities here will also be looking for him, along with those back home. Maybe we’ll have some answers soon. But today, there was another very important task on my schedule — I intended to talk to Henry and Julia’s parents. And pretty soon, I was driving to the Stanford family estate in Meaux. It was a long drive, but the French countryside was serene and lovely. As I approached the gr

Daniel’s POV“So,” I began that afternoon as Sophia and I munched on the cookies I’d brought to her apartment, “we need to make another site visit soon. There are a few changes that my engineer and architect want to go over.”Sophia looked up from the kettle, her eyes brightening with interest. “Really? That sounds good. When were you thinking?”“How about later this week?” I suggested, eager to spend more time with her while we worked on the project. “We can go through the changes and see how it all fits together.”She nodded eagerly as she poured hot chocolate for both of us. “I’d love that. I actually talked to Kayla about the project earlier today when we went shopping. She’s really excited about it, too.”“Oh, that’s great to hear!” I replied, genuinely pleased. “What did she think of the design?”Sophia’s smile widened. “She loved it. She even gave me a few suggestions that I think will work well. I’ll bring them up with the engineer and architect, too.”“Perfect. Thanks so much

Elijah’s POVThe sports bar thrummed with energy, and the familiar sounds seemed to distract me for a little bit. On the screens, a soccer game played, the commentators' excited voices and the crowd's roars adding to the thrilling atmosphere. “Let’s go check out Elijah’s date, guys!” Chris said cheerfully, massaging my shoulders in a teasing way. I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering if he was actually serious. Trevis just kept laughing the entire time. Soon we occupied our usual corner booth, a spot that had witnessed countless laughs and late-night debates over the years. Trevis then motioned for the waiter to get our orders. “One beautiful date for my buddy here, please!” he jokingly said. “Make sure she’s a hot, talented, successful designer!”Chris burst out laughing, and I threw the table napkin at Trevis, making us all laugh. Inside, I felt quite relieved. I certainly wasn’t in the mood for any “date”. Later on, I took a sip of my beer, savoring the cold, crisp taste. Chris l

Sophia’s POVI didn’t know what to say, how to react. It was shocking, to say the least. I felt my mind spinning, like a reel of old film flashing scenes from our past. I saw us meeting for the first time, the initial spark and the whirlwind of emotions that followed.I remembered him marrying me because he got me pregnant. But then, I had a miscarriage, and he began ignoring me afterwards. I thought of the time since then, how he’d drifted out of my life and how I had tried to move on.It felt like his confession had just hit me with a sudden, jarring impact. I had waited so long for him to say it, to hear him declare his love. But why am I not ecstatic, jumping up and down? Why do I just feel confused and anxious? Did I still love him? It had been so long since I’d let myself think about that possibility. I had resigned myself to moving on, and though I knew I still cared for him, I wasn’t sure if what I felt could still be considered love. The air between us felt charged, and I