All Chapters of MY EX'S UNCLE LOVES ME : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She immediately pulled herself away from his hands, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the quiet hospital corridor, drawing the eyes of everyone nearby."How dare you?" she spat, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and disgust. Her face flushed, her jaw tight as her hands balled into fists at her sides.Frank's cheek stung from the blow, but it was his pride that hurt more. He stared at her, blinking in disbelief. "What do you mean, Audrey? I've missed you so much," he said, his voice softening as if trying to charm her back. "I love you, and I’ll do anything just to see you. Remember, you’re my girlfriend.""Girlfriend, my foot!" Audrey shot back, her voice sharp and unrelenting. "Frank, you disgust me." She stepped back, putting more distance between them. "And by the way, I’m married. So, leave me alone." She threw those words at him like they were daggers meant to wound.For a moment, Frank looked completely stunned

“No, no, no. I trust Audrey. This can't be possible,” Zach muttered to himself, pacing his living room. His mind was racing, and he ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends as if that could somehow relieve the growing tension inside him.But for some reason, the image he saw earlier wouldn’t leave him. It kept flashing before his eyes, like a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. He needed to know the truth. He couldn’t rest until he heard it from her own lips. What if… No. Audrey wouldn’t betray him, right? He pulled out his phone, dialing her number with shaky fingers. But no response. "Come on, Audrey, pick up!" he said through gritted teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. He quickly dialed again, his heart thudding harder with every second of silence. “Why aren’t you picking up?” Frustration crept into his voice.Back at the hospital, Audrey had no idea her phone had been ringing. She was too caught up in the overwhelming stress of the situation. Frank’s sudden appearan

“Why the hell would you let Frank into the house, Jake?” Audrey demanded, her voice laced with frustration and a hint of panic. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of disbelief and anger, as she stared at her older brother. It was clear that the very thought of Frank being anywhere near their home had shaken her to her core.“I didn’t!” Jake retorted, his tone defensive but also slightly exasperated. “Earlier that day, I was just at home, minding my own business, watching TV like I usually do, alright? Then, out of nowhere, I heard a knock on the door.” He paused, rubbing his temples as if trying to piece together the surreal events of that day. “I decided to check who it was, and honestly, I wasn’t expecting to see that bastard of a man standing there. But when I opened the door, there he was. Frank.”Jake glanced at his sister, a puzzled look on his face. “How did you manage to date that guy?” he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief. He couldn't fathom what his younger sis

When I bumped into Zach, my heart skipped a beat. Although I was happy to see him, I had to play it cool—I couldn’t let him think I had forgiven him so easily. My emotions were in turmoil, but I masked them with a cold demeanor, refusing to show him the chaos he had caused within me. I looked him in the face for a moment, his piercing blue eyes searching mine for any hint of softness. But I couldn't give him that satisfaction. Not yet. I turned my gaze elsewhere, as if dismissing him like an afterthought, folding my arms tightly as a shield around myself. With deliberate steps, I walked past him, my shoulder brushing against his in a slight, but pointed, gesture of defiance. As I passed, I could feel the tension between us, palpable like a storm brewing on the horizon. Then, out of nowhere, Zach turned, grabbing me by the arm with a firm but gentle grip. My breath hitched as he pulled me into a warm embrace, his familiar scent wrapping around me like a blanket. It felt like a dream

"Wrong question, Mr. Trillionaire," the other man said smoothly, his voice dripping with an eerie calmness. "The main question should be why *I* called you." Zach, his patience wearing thin, leaned forward, gripping the phone tightly. His jaw clenched. "Look, I don’t know who you are, but this is not the right time to play silly games. Who are you, and why have you called me?" His voice rose with irritation, each word sharp, like a knife. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" the man on the other side chuckled. "Chillax, bro. If I were you, I wouldn’t raise my voice." His tone was light, but there was something chilling underneath—a sense of control, of power that Zach couldn’t shake. Zach frowned, his temper flaring. "What? Do you even know who you’re speaking to?" he asked, his voice biting, a challenge hanging in the air. "If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have called you, Mr. Trillionaire jerk." The casual insult stung, but Zach was too preoccupied to care. He exhaled sharply, his patience snap