All Chapters of My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

Sophia’s POVI began to walk away. But then, something stopped me. If I refuse to communicate with him, it’s going to get worse. We’ve just made up after all those misunderstandings involving Lucas and Camille. And now, Victoria’s destroying us too. I can’t let that happen.I bit my lip, unsure of how to start. “I just... I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me about Victoria. About her being alone with you.”A crease formed on Elijah’s forehead, and he seemed to look conflicted. “Because it didn’t matter. I didn’t think it was worth bringing up and making you upset over something that meant nothing to me.”“But you were already being weird around her even before she approached you on that balcony,” I insisted. “Kayla saw the two of you looking as if you were arguing. What’s up with that? I thought you and I had agreed to be honest?”He took in a sharp breath and then went to take my hands in his. “I’m sorry, Sophia. I really am. I realize now that I should have explained about thi

Sophia’s POV"Lucas?" I managed in a whisper.He smiled, that familiar, confident tilt of his lips that always seemed to hold an air of mystery. "Morning, Sabrina."The sound of that name, one I hadn’t heard in days but felt etched into my past, sent a shiver down my spine.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended, the surprise mingling with an edge of annoyance.Lucas raised his hands slightly in mock surrender. “Relax. I just wanted to check in, see how you’re doing.”My grip on the door tightened as I fought to steady myself. “It’s not a good time.”His smile faltered, and for a moment, something genuine flickered in his eyes. “I just... wanted to make sure everything’s okay. After the other night, I’ve been thinking—”“This really isn’t a good time,” I interrupted firmly, stepping back slightly. This is the last thing that I need right now. I can’t have him here. Lucas hesitated, his gaze searching mine. “Alright,” he said finally, his voice softer. “

Elijah’s POV“The surveillance is live,” Joe’s voice said through the speakerphone in my office. “We’ve got drones in the air and eyes on the docks. If Lennon’s hiding something, we’ll find it.”“Good,” I muttered, leaning forward. My fingers drummed against the desk as the satellite feed from the docks came into focus. The grainy image showed cargo containers stacked high, workers moving in synchronized chaos under the amber glow of floodlights.The private investigation firm I’d hired had already combed through the basics—shipping manifests, customs declarations, and transaction records. Too much of it didn’t add up. Confidential shipments. Redirected goods. And partnerships with shell companies linked to known mob fronts.“Any movement?” I asked.Joe’s keyboard clattered on the other end. “Not yet. But if Lennon’s got anything going on tonight, it’ll be here. These docks are his central hub for domestic shipments.”I rubbed my temples. “Keep me posted. I’ll head out soon.”It’s bee

Elijah’s POVI stretched out on the couch, letting out a slow breath as I stared at the ceiling. Saturday mornings were supposed to be a time to recharge, but my mind was a tangled web of doubts, plans, and suspicions. Between Lennon’s shady dealings and Sophia’s decision to work with Lucas, I felt like I was walking a tightrope, trying to balance everything without falling apart.The sound of laughter drifted in from the garden, pulling me out of my thoughts. The kids were giggling about something, their voices light and carefree. Sophia’s laughter mingled with theirs, warm and melodic.Maybe this is what I need. Just one day without suspicion or frustration. One day to relax and have fun with my family, just like before. Pushing myself off the couch, I headed toward the garden. The sight that greeted me made my chest loosen for the first time in days. Reese, Jared, and Roxy were seated around a small table, their hands smudged with paint as they worked on terracotta pots. Sophia wa

Sophia’s POVThe dim glow of the club’s neon lights danced across our table as Kayla and I leaned in, laughing over the rim of our cocktail glasses. The music thumped in the background, a pulsing beat that seemed to sync with the energy of the room.“See?” Kayla grinned, tossing her hair back. “Aren’t you glad you came out?”I took another sip of my drink, nodding. “I’ll admit, this is fun. It’s been forever since I just let loose like this.”Kayla gave me a playful nudge. “Good. That’s the whole point. Forget your worries for a bit.”A few minutes later, we were on the dance floor, swaying to the music. The crowd around us moved as one, and for the first time in weeks, I felt free—untethered by work, responsibilities, and the heavy weight of my recent thoughts.As we returned to our table, a man approached Kayla, flashing a charming smile. “Hey there. Can I buy you a drink?”Kayla raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. “Appreciate the offer, but I’m good, thanks.”He h