Todos os capítulos de My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Capítulo 411 - Capítulo 420

Antoine’s POVI tried to twist around, to plead my case, but I caught sight of Emily. She stared down at me, her eyes filled with confusion and something else—disgust, maybe. Bewilderment. This wasn’t how I wanted her to see me. I wasn’t the enemy here. I was trying to protect her.“Antoine?” Chris’s voice said furiously. “What the hell are you trying to do?!” His fists clenched at his sides, and his jaw was tight with anger.“I was trying to warn you all!” I protested again, squirming under the weight of the man still holding me down. “There was someone outside! I saw them raise a gun—”“There was no gunshot,” Chris interrupted coldly. He took another step closer, his face hard with disbelief. “You’re just causing trouble again, just like Isabelle. The two of you belong with each other. Stop bothering Emily, please.”“Enough!” The man who had me pinned finally spoke, his tone calm but firm. “I’m the bodyguard Mr. Sinclair sent. You’re not getting anywhere.”“Elijah.” The name slipped

Elijah’s POVI stood on the green, the crisp autumn air brushing against my skin, golf club in hand. The course was nearly empty—off-peak season had its perks, especially at a place as exclusive as this. It gave me the privacy I needed, away from prying eyes. I tapped my club against the ground, scanning the area again. My guest was late, though I wasn’t too worried. He always had a way of showing up when you least expected him.Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of movement in the distance. There he was, walking toward me with that familiar confident stride—Joe, all the way from France. He hadn’t changed much since the last time I’d seen him. Still sharp, still as calculating as ever.As he approached, I met him halfway, and we exchanged a firm handshake. “Joe,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips. “Good to see you here in the U.S. And I'm glad to know you're not too busy these days.”Joe chuckled, his grip strong. “How can I say no to you, Elijah? After everything we’ve been through befor

Sophia’s POVIt was late afternoon and I was nursing baby Roxy peacefully in my arms when my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. I knew that Kayla had come to pick up Reese from school. I expected the usual flurry of excitement that came with Reese returning home. But today, when she walked in, her little face was anything but bright. Kayla came in for a while, and I thanked her at once. “No problem, Sophia. But I’m really sorry I have to run. Got an important meeting.” “Oh, no worries,” I replied. “Thanks so much.”After Kayla left, Reese shuffled in, her backpack hanging low, and plopped down on the couch without responding. Her usual sparkle was missing, replaced by an unsettling silence. Normally, she would be all over Roxy, checking in on her and chatting about her day. Today, she barely glanced at her sister.“Hi, sweetie,” I called out, trying to sound cheerful. “How was school? Did something happen?”She shrugged, her eyes fixed on

Sophia’s POVI gripped the steering wheel tightly as Elijah and I drove to Reese's school. “I really hope they do something about it. I hate seeing Reese like this, and she really hasn’t been herself lately.”Elijah nodded, his eyes focused. “We need to get this sorted out. It’s important that Reese feels safe and valued, especially with everything going on.”We arrived at the school and were directed to the administration office, where Mrs. Parker, the head teacher, and Mr. Thompson, the school director, were waiting for us. They greeted us with concerned smiles, and we took seats across from them at a polished oak table.Mrs. Parker folded her hands in front of her. “Thank you for coming in today, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair. We understand you have some concerns about your daughter, Reese.”I took a deep breath, glancing at Elijah before beginning. “Yes, thank you for meeting with us. Over the past few days, Reese has been very upset. Some kids at school have been telling her that having

Emily’s POVThe doctor’s face remained grave. “Ms. Emily, I need to inform you that Jared has a weak immune system. He’s more susceptible to illnesses if he’s not properly cared for. The fever could be a sign of something more serious if we don’t manage it correctly.”A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I felt myself struggling to breathe. “I understand,” I managed to say. Phoebe wrapped her arms around me, looking really worried. “It’s going to be okay,” she murmured, trying to be strong and brave for me. At that moment, Linda, the nanny, approached us, her face etched with guilt. “Emily, I’m so sorry. I was busy preparing Jared’s formula and didn’t notice that he had kicked off his blanket. I tried to bring his fever down, but his temperature just kept rising, and he wouldn’t stop crying. That’s when I decided to call you.”I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. “Linda, it’s not your fault. We all did what we could. Thank you for acting quickly and letting me know.”