All Chapters of My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

Sophia’s POVThe next morning, I hovered over Roxy’s crib, watching her peaceful breaths. The panic from the night before had faded, and although she’d had a slight fever, she seemed fine now. Still, I couldn’t shake the worry completely. Reese had been beside herself when Roxy wouldn’t stop crying, and for a moment, I had panicked too. But this morning, Roxy was back to her usual, sweet self.I gently touched her forehead, relieved to feel it cool under my fingers. She stirred a little but stayed asleep, and I let out a soft breath.“She’s okay,” Elijah said from behind me, his voice calm and reassuring. I turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, watching me gently. “Her fever broke last night. You don’t have to worry.”“I know,” I replied, though I couldn’t help but still feel that tug of hesitation. “But what if it comes back? I don’t want to leave her today, not when she’s just getting better.”Elijah stepped into the room and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “I’m stayi

Sophia’s POVI held my breath, anxiety gripping me.Then, without warning, Emily broke into a wide grin. “The fashion show we’ve been planning is happening soon! It’s pushing through despite everything, and I’d love for you and Kayla to contribute to the set design. And yes, it’ll be paid, of course!”My eyes widened in disbelief as relief washed over me. “Oh my God, you scared me!” I exclaimed, laughter bubbling up. “Of course, we’ll do it for you! That’s amazing!”Emily’s excitement radiated off her. “Really? You’ll help? This means so much to me!”Just then, she seemed to notice Trevis standing there, and her smile faltered for a brief moment. “Oops, sorry to disturb,” she said, her cheeks coloring slightly.Trevis chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s alright! I’ll leave you two for now.” He stood up, giving us a quick wave before stepping out of the room.As soon as the door closed behind him, Emily and I exchanged quick hugs, the weight of the earlier panic lifting. “I’m really happ

Chris’s POVThe goofy smile on my face faded the moment I saw Antoine. He was standing by the pool, staring right at me with a serious expression that didn’t sit well.What the hell is this man doing here? Is he going to cause trouble again?!Emily, standing next to me, tensed. “Don’t do it,” she whispered fearfully. She looked up at me with wide, anxious eyes. “Please, Chris. He looks… I don’t like this.”I reached out and gently squeezed her hand. “It’s fine, Emily. I’ll be fine,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “He wouldn’t dare do anything here, not in Kayla and Connor’s house.”She shook her head, clearly not convinced. “But he’s had much to drink, I think. I know how he looks like when he’s drunk a lot. You don’t know what he might do.”I glanced over at Antoine again, his posture unsteady, his eyes glassy. She wasn’t wrong about the drinking. I could practically smell the whiskey on him from here.“I’ll be right back,” I assured her, climbing out of the pool. Emily made a move

Emily’s POV“Emily, can you describe your relationship with Antoine?” The lawyer’s voice sliced through the tension in the courtroom like a knife.I swallowed hard, my heart pounding fast. I never imagined I would come back to France for a situation like this. I glanced at Antoine, seated a few feet away. He looked pale, both apprehension and resignation evident on his face. I felt a pang of sympathy, even as dread chewed at my insides. Tearing my eyes from Antoine, I scanned the audience. My sister Phoebe sat there in the center, her reassuring nod and warm smile giving me a sliver of comfort.“Um, we were... married for a time,” I said in almost a whisper. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, judging, waiting. “We had our ups and downs, like any couple.”“Ups and downs?” The lawyer pressed, leaning forward. “Can you elaborate on that? For instance, how often do you fight? Remember, you’re under oath.”I hesitated, my thoughts swirling. “Uh, almost everyday. Just about little things

Emily’s POVThe doorbell rang, startling me from my thoughts. Antoine’s guilty verdict had hit hard, but deep down, I knew it was what had to happen. His crimes—his choices—were things he had to answer for, no matter how much he had changed recently. Taking a deep breath, I crossed the room and opened the door.Chris stood there, his familiar face filled with concern. I gasped in surprise. “Chris! You’re here,” I said in awe, wondering for a while if my mind was just playing tricks on me. Before I could say anything more, he stepped forward, wrapping me in his arms. The warmth of his embrace was immediate, and the tension in my body began to melt. I hadn’t realized just how much I needed this—needed him—until now.“Hey,” he murmured softly into my hair. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”I clung to him, my head resting against his chest as I tried to steady my breathing. “I’m just glad you’re here now,” I whispered. Chris pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes.