All Chapters of MY EX PUT ME IN JAIL AND NOW HE WANTS ME BACK: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ALEXANDER’S POVThe CCTV footage plays for the third time. My eyes remain glued to the screen. Each movement is ingrained in my mind. Mia’s trembling voice still echoes in my ears from earlier. She told me everything—about Eli, about the strange woman and about James’ death. I never liked James but he definitely doesn’t deserve what happened to him.And now, staring at the grainy images, I know she’s right. This isn’t random. This stranger’s presence is deliberate. Her movements are calculated. She’s not here for Mia’s well-being. She’s here to dismantle her, piece by piece. And not just her, anyone who stands by her side, myself included.But why?The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, but I don’t feel tired. I feel restless, like the answer I need is just beyond my grasp. I scrub a hand through my hair and rewind the footage again. The woman who we just found out goes by the name ‘Camille’ appears on the screen with a smug expression, like she’s enjoying the show.“Boss, you’ve

MIA’S POVI pace the length of my room in Cynthia’s house. My mind keeps circling back to the park—to him. No matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the image of Eli and James in the photograph. Eli killed him. I saw it with my own eyes. But why? Eli seems so nice. He’s never been the type to even cause trouble or hurt a fly. How come he killed a whole person? This doesn’t seem like the Eli I know.The memory of James lying lifeless on the ground and the cold, detached look in Eli’s eyes haunts me. Eli, of all people. I thought I knew him. I thought… No, I felt like I understood him. But now? Now, everything feels different. Everything feels wrong.I’ve been at Cynthia’s house since that night. Alexander’s mansion… it didn’t feel safe. Not for me. Not for Wendy. And even though I know it hurt Alexander for me to leave. The pain in his eyes still burns in my memory, I had to protect her. Wendy’s safety is my priority, even if it costs me everything else.But Wendy… she’s barely spoken to

CAMILLE’S POVI stand outside the tall glass building. My eyes are locked on the polished silver letters shining against the morning sun.Armitage Enterprises.The nameplate mocks me. My hands tremble at my sides, but not from fear—oh, no. It’s rage that spreads through me like a wave. My grief and anger are so intense that it’s suffocated me for years.Six years. Six agonizing years since the world I knew shattered into dust.The memories come crashing into me. My father’s voice echoes in my mind—his warm laugh, his reassuring words whenever I failed at something The man who taught me how to stand tall even when life threatened to knock me down. But no one taught me how to stand tall when he wasn’t there anymore. No one prepared me for the day I’d stare at his lifeless body on a cold steel slab. Nobody prepared me for the day when I’d cry over his body at the morgue.And then there was the baby. My hands instinctively press against my abdomen. The phantom ache is still so vivid that

CAMILLE’S POVThe man’s breathing is labored, and his eyes are filled with panic as I press the gun barrel firmly against his temple. My voice is steady and low but inside, I can feel the adrenaline spreading though me."You think you can follow me and get away with it?" I growl, my grip tightening on the weapon. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, but he doesn't speak. Smart—at least smarter than I gave him credit for. "I don’t know who sent you, and I don’t care. But let me make one thing perfectly clear: you try this again, and I won’t stop at threats."He opens his mouth to protest, but I lean in closer. The cold steel of the gun presses harder against his skin."Not a word," I hiss. "Not unless you want this to end very, very badly for you."The man stiffens, and I can see the fear in his eyes. Satisfied that my message has sunk in, I step back slightly but keep the gun trained on him. My voice is ice. "Do you understand me?"He nods quickly and his lips tremble as he spea

ALEXANDER’S POVMy fingers hover over the keyboard as I reread the email sitting in my inbox."I can give you the information you need about Camille. Contact me."No signature. No name. Just the promise of answers.Who can this be?Camille. The woman has been tormenting us. Every lead I’ve chased has been a dead end. Every contact I’ve reached out to has come back empty-handed because of her "powerful connections". It’s infuriating. People like Camille don’t just appear out of nowhere. There’s always a trail—something to follow.But with her? Nothing.I clench my fists, staring at the email as if forcing it to reveal its secrets. For all I know, this could be a trap, a ploy to throw me off her. But what if it’s not? What if this is finally the breakthrough I need? My heart pounds in my chest as my finger hovers over the mouse, ready to click.And then, just as I press the button, the screen goes black.“Damn it!” I shout, slamming my palms on the desk. My laptop shuts down completely,