All Chapters of My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

Emily’s POV“I’ll be back.” The echo of Antoine’s voice had kept haunting me for the past few days. His words were like shards of ice lodged in my mind, refusing to thaw. I remembered the last time I’d seen him—how he had made no scene, didn’t force me to go with him, but left a menacing promise hanging in the air. The way he looked at me, that cold detachment—it made my skin crawl.I let out a shaky breath and shuffled out of the hospital restroom, my swollen belly leading the way. “Calm down, Emily,” I told myself as I walked toward my doctor’s clinic. I needed to have my baby checked just to give me peace of mind, because I’ve been so stressed. The corridor was quieter than usual. My footsteps echoed against the tiled floor, and I tried to focus on anything but the spiraling anxiety inside me.Then, I heard footsteps behind me. They were faint at first, but as I continued walking, they grew louder. I didn’t turn around, assuming it was just another patient or staff member on thei

Sophia’s POVI breathed in slowly as Kayla and I made our way into the NICU. It was a world of tiny miracles, and right now, one of those miracles belonged to Emily. My heart pounded with a blend of anxiety and exhilaration. I couldn’t wait to see baby Jared, but I also worried about how Emily was holding up.Kayla gave my arm a supporting squeeze as we approached Jared's incubator. “It's going to be okay, Soph,” she whispered, her eyes moving over to the clear enclosure where a tiny bundle of life lay surrounded by tubes and wires. “Emily's a tough cookie, and Jared... well, he's a fighter.”I nodded, forcing a smile. We turned the corner, and there he was—Jared. My breath caught in my throat. He was so small, so fragile, but perfect in every way. His tiny little hands and feet, the soft flutter of his eyelashes... it was incredible.Emily was already there, standing beside the incubator with a look of pure adoration on her face. The exhaustion was still visible in her eyes, but ther

Antoine’s POVI couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Sophia’s words hit me like a sledgehammer, and for the first time in a long while, I felt completely out of control. Isabelle had been feeding me information for weeks, feeding me lies. I formed my fists into tight balls, the rage within me building to a dangerous level.Isabelle had been contacting me frequently, always with something new to say about Emily. Her reports were consistent, always painting Emily in the worst possible light. She’d even sent me photos—ones that made my blood boil. Emily, cozying up to Chris, kissing him like she didn’t have a care in the world. It reminded me of that day at Elijah’s house when I caught them together. The way Chris looked at her, the way she smiled at him... it drove me mad.And then there was Elijah. Isabelle’s accusations about Emily’s supposed affair with him had been hard to swallow at first, but the photos made it impossible to ignore. Emily and Elijah, always together, even hugging

Sophia’s POV“This is sooo beautiful and amazing!” Reese exclaimed, her little voice filled with awe as she pressed her face against the cabin’s large window. The panoramic view of the Swiss Alps spread out before us, majestic and breathtaking. “Thank you, Daddy, for bringing us here. I’m glad you’re okay now.”Elijah chuckled softly, crouching down beside her. “I’m glad too, sweetie,” he said, his voice gentle as he wrapped an arm around her small shoulders. The last few months had been full of ups and downs that had tested us in ways I never imagined. But now, as we settled into this beautiful cabin nestled in the mountains of Switzerland, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time.“This place is perfect,” I said, breathing in the crisp mountain air as I stepped further into the cozy living room. The warm wood tones of the cabin interior, combined with the soft, inviting furniture, made it feel like a true sanctuary. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a war

Elijah’s POVLater that evening, after a day that felt more like walking on eggshells than enjoying a vacation, I decided it was time to make things right. The guilt from how I’d treated Sophia was gnawing at me, and I knew I had to do more than just apologize—I needed to show her how much she meant to me.As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, I led Sophia to a secluded spot overlooking the Alps, a place I’d discovered earlier. I’d arranged for a small bonfire to be set up, with cozy blankets and a bottle of her favorite wine waiting for us. Reese was already tucked into bed after an exhausting day, giving us the perfect opportunity to reconnect.“Sophia,” I said softly, taking her hand as we sat down on the blanket, the warmth of the fire warding off the evening chill. “I know I’ve been distant, and maybe irritable at times. I haven’t been the easiest person to be around. But I want you to know that I’m sorry—for everything.”She looked