All Chapters of Leave Me Alone, Ex-husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The ambulance arrives in no time. As the paramedics rush me into the waiting ambulance, the urgent sirens wail, piercing through the air.Their calm demeanor provides a sense of assurance. The sound of their steady voices and the gentle touch of their hands offer a fleeting moment of comfort.I grasp onto the hand of one of the paramedics; my grip is tight and desperate as if holding onto a lifeline. My tear-filled eyes meet his."Please save my child, please..." I beseech, my voice trembling with anguish.In response, the paramedic's hand gently rests on the back of mine, providing a grounding touch. His eyes convey a mixture of empathy and determination. With a calm yet reassuring tone, he soothes my fears, attempting to calm the storm of emotions raging within me."Calm down... Everything will be fine. We will do our best to save your baby," he assures me, his words like a gentle balm to my frayed nerves.The paramedics attend to me with the utmost care. They move swiftly, administ

The weight of devastation settles heavily upon my shoulders as I read the damning announcement on the official website of the Paris design competition. The words glare back at me, a harsh reminder of the plagiarism report that has tarnished my name and ruined my once-promising career.The realization sinks in like an anchor, pulling me into a sea of despair.A wave of devastation crashes over me, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty and despair. The doors of every design company slammed shut before me as they blacklisted me.The dream I held so dear of becoming a successful designer is shattered into countless fragments, leaving me at a loss for what to do next.Overwhelmed by emotions, I find myself teetering on the edge of hopelessness. The tears threaten to spill from my eyes, and my heart is heavy with the weight of disappointment. I search for solace, seeking answers and guidance, but it feels as though I am trapped in a labyrinth of despair, unsure of which path to take.Th

I feel something crawling on my cheeks. I wrinkle my nose and twist my lips to ignore the tingling sensation and continue sleeping. I am having such a good sleep. I don’t want to wake up so early. But this crawling on my skin has not gone yet. Now something is moving slowly on my scalp through my hair. It is soothing, but at the same time, it is disturbing my sleep.Unwillingly, I open my eyes. To my surprise, I am met with a pair of tender, loving eyes fixed upon me with unwavering affection. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, my vision gradually clears, and I am struck with the realization that it is George who is watching me so intently.It is George.I remember putting an ice pack on his forehead. He suddenly drew me into his embrace. I am not sure how I fell asleep beside him on the sofa.His gaze carries a gentleness and warmth that I have rarely seen directed at me. The intensity in his gaze sends my heart racing, and I can't help but wonder if there's something more behind h

When I wake up again the next day, I see George sitting on the chair next to the bed. The intensity of my rage and hatred toward him causes my heart to pound in my chest.He is the source of my pain and suffering; he is the one who allowed Megan to continue her malicious acts against me without any consequences. Because of this, Megan dared to continue to hurt me. First, she destroyed my marriage, then she tarnished my image and ruined my career. Now she has killed my child.It is all because of him.If George had not supported her, she wouldn’t have done so much harm to me.He is to blame for the death of my child. He is a murderer and a sinner. I hate him. I hate him with all my heart."Vivian… How are you feeling?" he asks, his eyes full of guilt.But I no longer care about how he feels.I slowly clamber down the bed, keeping my eyes on him. With all the strength I can muster, I strike him across the face.Pa…The crisp sound resonates inside the room. His face turns to the side, b

When I get back home, it is already the next morning. I enter my apartment, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and apprehension. Michael stands at the entrance, his presence reminding me of his unwavering support.I am tired of facing any confrontation. But I cannot ignore him either.He must be worried.Despite my weariness, I manage to muster a faint smile, hoping to conceal the marks George left on my neck and shoulder by loosely draping a scarf around them.However, Michael's observant gaze catches a glimpse of those marks, and his expression falls, concern evident in his eyes."You haven’t slept yet," I say as I unlock the door and walk in."I have been waiting for you." He follows me in.I hang the key in its designated spot, turning to face Michael. Grateful for his unwavering support, I express my appreciation."Thank you, Michael, for helping me and letting Megan see me and George together.""Anything for you," he says, smiling weakly at me. "Go freshen up. I will make breakfast