All Chapters of My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

Emily's POVI reached across and took her hand in a comforting gesture. “You’ll find something. I know you will. You’re smart, talented, and one of the hardest-working people I know. It’s only a matter of time before someone sees that.”Phoebe nodded, her shoulders relaxing a bit. “Thanks, Em. I hope you’re right.”“I am right,” I said firmly. “And if you need help with anything—reviewing applications, preparing for interviews—whatever it is, I’m here.”We shared a quick hug, brief but full of understanding and sisterly love. When we pulled apart, Phoebe seemed a little lighter, and so did I. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “Let me also ask Kayla and Sophia if they may know of any job openings for you. They do have plenty of connections.” “Thanks so much, Emily.” I could feel something negative rising within me then, something very familiar. Guilt. After all, it was my fault that all this had happened to her. If I hadn’t gotten entangled with Isabelle in the first place, our parents wou

Antoine's POVI knew I was asking a lot. She hadn’t let me hold Jared since he was born, and even though I’d come by to see him once or twice a week, I had only ever been allowed to watch him play or sleep or eat. Emily bit her lower lip, her gaze shifting from me to Jared. I could see the internal struggle on her face, and I knew she was torn. She had every reason to say no. I had given her more reasons than I’d care to admit. But I couldn’t help but wonder if helping Phoebe had put her in a position where saying no wasn’t as easy. A bitter thought crept into my mind—maybe that was why I did it. Maybe I had intended it that way, subconsciously, and that realization made me feel sick.For a long moment, Emily didn’t say anything. She stood there, her eyes full of conflict, but then, slowly, she nodded. “Okay... but just for a little while.”I couldn’t believe it. My heart raced as I stepped forward, reaching out cautiously. Emily lifted Jared from the crib, holding him close for a se

Sophia’s POVI tried to keep my panic in check as I shifted Roxy in my arms, her tiny body wriggling and her face flushed red from crying. “It's okay, baby girl,” I whispered, bouncing her gently as the sound of her cries seemed to echo off the walls. My heart was racing, but I needed to stay calm. “Did you help her burp after she drank her milk?” I suddenly asked Elijah. His eyes widened and he looked as if he had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. “What’s wrong with her, Mommy? Why won’t she stop crying?” Reese asked with great worry. I forced a smile, even though my insides were twisted in knots. “She might just have some gas trapped in her tummy, sweetheart. Babies get uncomfortable sometimes.” I hoped that was all it was. I had to hope.I adjusted Roxy, propping her upright against my shoulder and gently rubbing her back in slow, firm circles. “Come on, Roxy,” I whispered softly. “Let’s get that little bubble out.”Her cries continued growing louder, piercing throu

Sophia’s POVChris’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, sensing that something was off. “What’s up? Why do you all look so serious?”Finally, I cleared my throat. “We were just... talking about some things that came up,” I said, glancing at Emily.Emily swallowed hard, then slowly handed Chris the envelope with the photos. His face grew serious as he opened it, flipping through the images of the two of them together. The confusion on his face deepened, and when he looked up, it was clear he didn’t understand why these seemingly innocuous pictures were causing so much trouble.“What are these?” he asked, his tone edged with uncertainty. “I don’t understand…”“They’re from last week, Chris,” Emily said quietly. “Isabelle gave them to your mom.” “I remember this,” Chris said slowly. “We were at that cool coffee shop near Sophia and Elijah’s place. But I don’t know why it’s such a big deal.” Then his eyes widened with mixed fear and anger. “But the real issue here is the fact that Isabe

Antoine’s POVI crouched behind the bushes outside the Bakers' house, my breath coming in shallow bursts as I peered through the windows. The quiet suburban street seemed too calm. My heart pounded against my ribs, not from the chill in the air but from the threats Isabelle had leveled at me. I scanned the area, half-expecting to see her lurking in the shadows, or one of her henchmen making their rounds. But the street remained eerily empty.The call from Isabelle a few days ago replayed in my head. Her voice had been dripping with malice and smugness as she flaunted her freedom. “The police can’t find me even if I’m standing right in front of them,” she’d said. “They’re too busy chasing their own tails.”I had tried to play it cool, but then she said some things that really got me. “Emily’s getting pretty cozy with Chris, don’t you think? If you’re not careful, you might just find yourself out of luck. You better do something soon, or she’ll be gone, and you’ll never get another cha