All Chapters of Don't Call Me Back, Ex-husband! : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Bethany flinched as Dean hurled the glass toward Fred, who sidestepped just in time. The glass shattered on the wall behind him, pieces scattering across the rooftop.“Are you insane?” Fred shouted, his fists clenched as he moved forward, ready to lunge at Dean.“Stop it!” Bethany stepped in front of Fred, her hands pressing against his chest to hold him back.Dean’s eyes burned with rage as he pointed a shaking finger at Fred. “Really, Bethany? Are you seriously falling for him again? The same man who broke your heart? Don’t you realize he’s manipulating you, just like before?”Scoffing Fred said, . “Manipulating her? That’s rich coming from the guy who pretends to be her savior while cooking up these creepy schemes. You think a fancy dinner will erase what you’ve done?”Her hands trembled as she slowly released Fred, stepping back. Her gaze softened, her voice low and tinged with disappointment. “I can’t believe I almost fell for his tricks again,” she muttered, more to herself than

Natalie creased her brows in confusion and screamed, “What are you saying? She was kidnapped!”She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This was the man who had once been too scared to threaten his ex-wife, the same man who flared up at her for merely meeting his ex-wife. And now? Now he didn’t care about her safety? It was baffling. Strange, even.“Are you done?” Fred asked nonchalantly, his voice icy as he turned on his heels to leave.“Hey! They’re asking for ten million dollars!” Natalie yelled, grabbing his arm with desperation. “You need to give them the money!”Fred flinched at her touch, yanking his arm away as though her fingers had burned him. He turned and shouted, “How do you know I even have that kind of money? Did you plan this, Natalie? Are you working with them?”Staring at him, her jaw dropping in shock. “For Christ’s sake, I’m your lawyer! It goes against my ethics to do something like that!”Letting out a sarcastic chuckle he rolled his eyes. “Oh, sure. Like you e

Bethany stood frozen, her chest tightening as she watched Fred slide the ring onto Chantel’s finger. Chantel’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink as she squealed in delight, practically glowing under Fred’s adoring gaze. The scene felt surreal, like a joke meant to humiliate her.“What the hell is going on?” Bethany’s voice broke through the moment, sharp and incredulous. Her suitcase fell to the ground with a loud thud. Her eyes darted around the place searching for Natalie, but her so-called friend had conveniently vanished into thin air. Typical. Bethany’s gut twisted with betrayal.Fred, oblivious to her turmoil, turned back to Chantel and repeated, “Will you marry me?” His voice was smooth, practiced, as if he’d rehearsed it a hundred times.Rage bubbled beneath her skin, barely contained. Her fists clenched at her sides, the veins in her arms prominent as she tried to steady herself. It was so obvious that even Dean, standing quietly beside her, placed a steadying arm on her should

NATALIE'S HOMEThe little snowflakes fell onher eyelids, making her squint as she turned over on the chair. Instinctively, she sat up and rubbed her eyes."Ugh... What happened?" Bethany muttered, her voice hoarse. She pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to soothe the pounding headache that refused to relent.The pain was sharp, almost debilitating, and for a fleeting moment, she considered staying home. But no—she couldn't afford to sit her ass down. Not now. Not when she had a son to fight for. She shook her head, dismissing the idea.Her gaze swept across the place, landing on the mess of beer bottle that scattered on the floor. She groaned, the memories rushing back in little pieces. Natalie had forced alcohol on her the night before, and she'd stupidly joined, drinking herself into a stupor. No wonder her head felt like it was splitting in two.Carefully stepping over the shards of broken glass, she noticed a note taped to the door. She picked it up and read aloud, her l

NATALIE'S HOMEBethany and Fred rushed to Natalie’s house, fear gripping them—mostly Bethany.“Natalie... I’m coming!” she yelled, breathless.But as they reached the entrance, they saw Natalie sitting on the floor, casually smoking a cigarette.Relief washed over Bethany, but confusion quickly followed. Wasn’t this the same Natalie who had screamed on the phone just moments ago, saying, “I need you now! Get here fast or I might die!”Bethany wore an exhausted frown and slowly walked toward her. “I thought you said you were going to die?”Natalie didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the cigarette between her fingers.“Nat!” Bethany’s voice was sharp now, frustration creeping in.With a groan, Natalie flicked the cigarette to the ground and threw her hands up. “Okay, okay! I might have overreacted on the phone.” She stood up and moved toward the porch, a sheepish grin on her face.“Might have?” Bethany threw her hands up in disbelief. “You made me scared out of my mind!”Fred followed the