All Chapters of MY EX'S UNCLE LOVES ME : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dennis, but… she didn't make it."The doctor’s voice was barely above a whisper, and yet the words felt like a sledgehammer to Dennis’s chest. His body tensed, his breath caught in his throat, and his vision blurred slightly."What do you mean she didn't make it?" Dennis asked, his voice trembling, his eyes suddenly brimming with tears. His mind refused to process the words. They felt too unreal, too cruel. His heart thudded painfully against his chest, each beat a reminder of what was slipping away from him.The doctor hesitated, his eyes filled with sympathy, but his expression remained firm. "I mean… she died, Dennis," the doctor said softly.For a moment, Dennis just stared at him. It was as if the world around him had stopped. The bustling sounds of the hospital—the distant beeping machines, the hurried footsteps of nurses, the chatter in the hallways—everything seemed to fade into the background, leaving him alone with the words that refused to sink in."No..." D

"Ahh, help!" Chloe screamed, but her cries were barely audible as Dennis clamped his hand over her mouth. His grip was strong, and she could feel the roughness of his palm against her lips, making it hard to breathe. Panic surged through her chest as she struggled, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. The muffled sound of her own cries echoed in her ears, but no one could hear her. The street was eerily empty, and her hopes of anyone coming to her rescue were fading fast.Chloe's mind raced. She had to get away—she had to do something before it was too late. Desperation overtook her, and without a second thought, she bit down on his hand with all the force she could muster. Dennis let out a sharp hiss, loosening his grip just enough for her to break free.For a brief moment, Chloe was free. Her mouth was no longer silenced, and she took a deep breath, ready to scream for help as loudly as she could. She turned to run, her legs trembling beneath her, but her movements felt slug

Zach clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he turned and stormed back into the room. His steps were heavy, the weight of his thoughts clear in the tension that filled the air.He walked over to the cupboard, yanked it open, and grabbed a black briefcase. Without pausing, he strode out of the room, his mind set on what he had to do next."Where are you going, Zach?" Audrey’s voice rang out from behind him, filled with worry.Zach didn’t respond. He couldn’t. There were too many reasons to stay silent. His footsteps echoed as he made his way down the hall, his body rigid with purpose. Audrey, however, wasn’t giving up that easily.She followed close behind, her eyes never leaving his back. “Zach! Where are you going?” she repeated, more insistent this time.He kept walking, the front door now just steps away. Audrey was relentless, but he couldn’t stop, not now. When his hand touched the cold metal of the doorknob, he paused. Slowly, he turned around to face her, his eyes dark and i

Bang!The deafening sound of the gunshot echoed through the empty warehouse. Dennis clutched his hands, his grip loosening as the gun he once held fell to the cold concrete floor. His wide eyes darted around, trying to make sense of what had just happened. For a moment, everything seemed to stand still.Without wasting a second, Zach bolted towards him, his steps quick and determined. Dennis, still disoriented, noticed Zach charging in his direction. His instinct kicked in—he reached for the fallen gun, his fingers barely brushing the cold metal. But before he could grab it, Zach's boot connected with his face in a swift, brutal kick. Dennis stumbled backward, his head spinning from the impact, crashing hard onto the floor.Zach didn’t stop. His eyes burned with a mix of anger and disgust as he grabbed the gun from the ground. He towered over Dennis, pointing the weapon straight at him. Dennis, now sprawled out, his body bruised and battered, could only look up at Zach. But instead of

THE NEXT MORNINGAudrey’s eyes fluttered open as sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She squinted, her vision adjusting to the brightness, and slowly began to take in her surroundings. She felt something warm and strong around her, and then realized—it was Zach’s arm, still draped over her, holding her close from their night together.A faint smile crept onto her face as memories of the previous evening drifted through her mind. It had been an intense, unexpected night, filled with passion and warmth. She hadn’t felt that alive in a long time. She couldn’t help herself; she leaned over and kissed Zach gently on his forehead, her lips lingering for a second longer than intended. His calm, steady breathing reassured her that he was still fast asleep.Carefully, she lifted his arm off her and slid out of bed, her feet hitting the cold floor. She moved quietly, pulling her clothes from the scattered mess on the floor, trying not to wake him. Glanci