All Chapters of Leave Me Alone, Ex-husband: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The next day…The situation has turned bad, just like in the past. Because of the allegations, the stock price of George’s company has plummeted. When I read the news article, I feel like I am reliving the past and witnessing his company crumble again. The words on the phone screen seem to blur together, forming a haunting echo of what happened five years ago.It’s strikingly similar to what happened five years ago. I can't shake the feeling that Michael's influence is at play here.The meticulous orchestration of events, the timing, the precision—it all points to his involvement. The wounds from the past are being reopened, and I'm confronted with the harsh reality that the past never truly left us.I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms, as I struggle to contain the rush of emotions within me. The desire to confront Michael and expose his devious manipulations burns within me like a fire.I look at George, who is still sleeping. I quietly walk out of the ward and call Mic

As the silence stretches, my restlessness increases. I am almost losing my patience. I open my mouth to say something, but he holds up his hand to stop me, and I reluctantly fall quiet, giving him the floor to speak.“Listen to me first.” His voice cuts through the silence, and I swallow hard, my anticipation growing. “Things are turning ugly here. I am trapped badly. All the evidence is against me, but you shouldn’t be concerned about it. I’ll handle everything. You leave with the children. I’ll ask my assistant to book your flight tickets.”His words strike me like a blow to the chest, and my heart sinks further. Despite our attempts to keep him in the dark, he's managed to uncover the extent of the troubles he's facing. Tears gather in my eyes as the reality of the situation hits me.“No, I am not leaving anywhere,” I say emphatically, my voice quivering with a mix of fear, frustration, and unwavering resolve. His plea to protect me only strengthens my resolve to stay by his side.

As my consciousness gradually returns, the world around me materializes in fragments. The grimy, dilapidated surroundings of the room come into focus, casting an eerie atmosphere that matches the unsettling situation I'm in. Cobwebs cling to corners; shadows dance on the walls of my vision.My head feels heavy, and my ears still ring from the blow I received. I blink, trying to clear my vision, and my heart skips a beat when I realize I'm bound to a chair.The voices, hushed but audible, pierce through the haze in my mind. My senses sharpen, and I strain to listen, piecing together the conversation unfolding before me."I told you to stay away from here. Why did you come here?"I squint as I find this voice familiar. It’s Michael’s voice. Who is he talking with?"Ugh…" I groan and try to free my hands from the ropes that are restraining me.A second voice joins the conversation, and my heart sinks as I recognize it.Megan.The pieces fall into place, and I'm struck by the cruel revela

All the scenes are playing as a recording in front of my eyes. I feel like I am reliving the terror of the past.The goons take us to an abandoned house on the hilltop. They throw us on the cold floor and close the door. The room we're trapped in feels like a desolate prison, cold and damp. The muffled sounds of the outside world barely penetrate the thick walls.George is still unconscious. His forehead is bleeding. I'm driven by a fierce determination to protect him. I tear my dress with my teeth and use the fabric as an impromptu bandage to staunch the bleeding. His vulnerability, lying there unconscious, tugs at my heartstrings.I glance around the room, my eyes landing on the meager comforts of a mattress and a blanket. Gently, I drag George over to the mattress, huddling close to him and pulling the blanket around us, seeking whatever warmth and reassurance it can provide.As the night wears on, George's condition worsens. His fever rises, and he trembles in his fitful sleep.In

On the way, I receive a video message on my phone from the chief security officer. It is the video recorded on the pendant.As the video message unfolds on my phone's screen, I am drawn into a vortex of shocking revelations. The images and sounds contained within this digital tape serve as a bitter pill to swallow, awakening me to the harsh truth that I've been living a carefully crafted lie for years.My eyes widen in disbelief. The guilt and regret that surge within me is like a turbulent sea, threatening to overwhelm my senses.Vivian, the woman who has always been there for me and who has loved me unconditionally, emerges as the true heroine of that fateful kidnapping incident.I thought it was Megan who saved me from the kidnappers back then, but it was Vivian. Megan twisted the facts and acted as if she risked her life to save me. In reality, she ran away, leaving me in danger while Vivian fought back with the goons. She even partially lost her memory.Tears well up in my eyes,