All Chapters of Don't Call Me Back, Ex-husband! : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Bethany shot one last look at him before jumping off the counter."You bastard!" she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back, but her anger made her stronger than even his firm grip could contain. She yanked her hand free, glaring at him with a smirk of defiance."I'm not angry," she spat. "Live your life. I'm just disappointed in you.""Bethany!" he yelled, running a hand through his hair in frustration. But it was too late; she was already storming out of the kitchen.Just as he moved to follow her, Natalie blocked his way, pushing him back into the room. She leaned closer and whispered sharply, "You better apologize to me for trying so hard to get you two back together. You ruined it."****SWISS HOTEL, 1 PMMinutes after the snowstorm stopped, Bethany didn’t hesitate to leave for the office. Anything to avoid seeing his dirty face again.How stupid had she been? Flirting with him, asking for an answer he’d already made clear years ago. She sig

Bethany staggered back, her hand tightly gripping Dean’s as Fred advanced toward them with a smug grin.“Stop! Please... just stop, Fred!” she yelled, her voice trembling.Fred chuckled darkly and took another step forward, his eyes narrowing. “What did you think, Beth? That you could just run away with this guy?” He gestured dismissively at Dean, his tone dripping with disdain.Bethany dropped her bags and spoke with a forced calming tone. “Why do you always have to be this way? You’re a monster, Fred.”“Oh, please!” Fred retorted with a hoarse laugh. “All men are monsters. Yet here you are, trusting him?” He jabbed a finger in Dean’s direction. “You barely even know him.”Bethany gasped, biting her lip. “You think breaking me would make me stop trusting people? Well, you’re wrong. Dean’s nothing like you.”Fred’s smile faltered, his voice hardening. “If it wasn’t for the deal we made, I would have freed you from his manipulative ways. He’s more of a demon than you realize.”Dean’s

Fear gripped Bethany and Fred like a vice as they rushed toward the commotion at the door.“What’s going on?” Bethany gasped, her eyes darting around the hallway.“Hey! Stop!” Fred yelled, bolting after a man who disappeared into the darkness. His heavy footsteps echoed, fading quickly.Bethany froze at the sight in front of her—Natalie sprawled on the ground, bruised and beaten. Her breath hitched as she dropped to her knees beside her friend.“Oh my God! Natalie! Are you okay? Who did this to you?” Bethany’s voice cracked, panic lacing every word. She gently shook Natalie, trying to keep her conscious.Natalie’s lips parted, but no words came out. She clutched Bethany’s arm weakly, her eyes fluttering shut.“Stay with me, Nat! Stay with me!” Bethany pleaded, her hands trembling.Moments later, Fred returned, panting heavily. “He got away! Damn it, I lost him!” He bent over, hands on his knees, before looking up to see Natalie’s condition. His expression darkened.“What the hell? Nat

"Bethany!"The voice snapped her out of her daydream, and she blinked, disoriented. There she was, sitting by their table and daydreaming."Oh my God," she muttered, scrunching her nose. "I just had the ickiest dream ever."She looked up to see Dean walking confidently toward their table. The moment he arrived, a hush fell over the room. Conversations died, and people shifted nervously in their seats."What’s going on?" she whispered, a strange unease bubbling in her chest.As she turned her head, her gaze landed on Fred and Chantel settling at a table nearby. Her stomach churned. Oh no. My dream... was it true?Against her better judgment, her eyes darted to Fred. Her cheeks flushed when she noticed his trousers were unzipped. He must have realized it, too, because he quickly adjusted, smirking at her embarrassment."You dreaming about it?" Fred teased, his tone dripping with arrogance.Bethany ignored him, focusing instead on Dean as he stood up. He kissed her forehead tenderly.

NEXT MORNINGBethany stared at her reflection in the mirror, reflecting on the woman she had become. Emotionless, detached, and heartless—all because of the heat emanating from Fred. His influence had changed her in ways she never thought possible.Natalie had been kind to her at times, but deep down, Bethany knew her so-called friend’s motives were shallow. That realization stung more than she was willing to admit.After their heated argument, Natalie had stormed out of the house without a second glance.Was she too harsh? Did she make the right decision? Or was she genuinely in trouble, spiraling out of control?Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when a pair of comforting hands rested on her shoulders. She gasped and turned to see Dean standing behind her, his expression calm and reassuring.“Oh my God! Dean?” she exclaimed, sighing in relief as she reached for his hand.He stepped closer, his fingers working magic as he massaged her tense shoulders. “You look so stressed. I