All Chapters of Don't Call Me Back, Ex-husband! : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The gunshot fired and in an instant, Fred stepped in front of Bethany, shielding her with his body."Fred!!" Bethany screamed, her voice laced with shock and fear.Fred collapsed onto the floor, clutching his bleeding hand. "Call 955! Now! Fred!" she yelled, dropping to her knees beside him, her hands shaking as she tried to stop the bleeding.THE NEAREST HOSPITAL Bethany sat in the waiting area, her hands gripping the edges of the chair as if holding onto hope itself. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Would he be okay?This was supposed to be a fun night. How had it turned into this? And how had someone found them despite their supposed security? It wasn’t the first time Fred had been shot. A chilling thought crept into her mind—was it the same person?Suddenly, Leslie rushed in, her face pale. "Will he be okay? I... I’m so scared right now!"Bethany stared at the floor, absentmindedly running her fingers over the fabric of her dress. Slowly, she lifted her gaze, her expression s

Bethany hurried down the stairs, her pulse racing at the sound of Jason's terrified screams. The dim hallway lights flickered as her frantic steps echoed against the stairs.At the foot of the stairs, Jason lay motionless. It was as if he had fallen—or worse, been pushed. A chill ran through her as she took in the scene.Her heart pounded against her ribs as she rushed to him, her voice breaking. “Jason! Jason!”His forehead was bleeding. With trembling hands, she cradled him. “Who…who did this to you?” Her scream tore through the silence, raw and desperate.A moment later, hurried footsteps thundered down the stairs. Kate and Dean appeared, their faces pale with shock.“Oh my God! Oh my God! Get the fucking car!”Kate hesitated, her expression unreadable before she scoffed, “But it's midnight. Just apply some spirit on his forehead.”Bethany's breath came in ragged gasps. Rage burned in her chest, a fire that spread through her veins. Clutching Jason protectively, she spun to face he

Fred creased his brows, worry etched on his face as he yelled, “Natalie got kidnapped?!”Bethany's mouth fell open. “Oh my God! What happened?” she repeated in shock.The voice on the other end hesitated before correcting itself. “Wait… did I say Natalie? I meant to say your wife… Chantel has been kidnapped!”That stutter set off alarm bells. Clicking his tongue, Fred replied coolly, “Really? Are you willing to let her out for five million dollars?”The voice wavered. “Yeah… yeah… that’s already too—Um… I mean, you can send it to her account! I’m sorry… I mean, my account!”A chuckle escaped his lips, but his sneer carried more disdain than amusement. “Why don’t you tell her to go to hell because I would never, in my life, bail her out for a cent?”Disgusted, he hung up and scoffed, “I can’t believe that bitch is trying to get attention. Haven't I already landed in a mess because of her?”Bethany nodded violently. “Yeah… you have!” Then, with an urgent gesture, she pointed toward the

FLASHBACK: FIVE YEARS AGOBethany set the plate of food down on the dining table, her hands trembling slightly. Spaghetti and meatballs—Fred’s favorite. She knew it wasn’t the best meal for him before work, but she needed something from him.She glanced at the digital clock, tapping her foot impatiently. “Why is he taking forever? Sweetie, are you turning into a woman?” she called out mockingly.Sighing, she sat at the table, waiting. When Fred finally emerged, she blinked in surprise. He was wearing a pristine white suit—one she had never seen him wear before.“So? What do you think? Extravagant, right? I know, I know!” he laughed, twirling in place.Bethany pursed her lips. “Wow! You just pushed the word ‘bride’ right out of my mouth!”“Come on, Bethany. Be serious for once. My dad’s visiting the office today. I need to impress him and be on my best behavior.”Bethany bit her lip and stepped toward him, tugging on his collar. “Yes, baby. You rock that beautiful, sexy suit.”Fred smi

FLASHBACKFifteen-year-old Bethany was washing clothes, occasionally glancing at her mother, Jill, who was playing the role of a philanthropist—helping other women. They would come to their house, and Jill would hand them good clothes and money. But despite her mother's generosity, Bethany couldn't help but wonder why they still lived in near-poverty. Her mother wore expensive outfits, yet her father and she barely had enough to get by."Do a good job and come back for more. Don't you dare make me look bad. I trust you, sweetie!" Jill called out, waving goodbye to the women before turning toward Bethany.Bethany set the clothes aside, crossing her arms over her chest. She watched her mother approach, admiring the confidence she exuded."My pretty baby... You're going to inherit everything I have, and I couldn't be happier!" Jill beamed.A smile formed on Bethany's face. "Mom! Can I try on one of your dresses? I love how they feel on my body!"Jill arched a brow, her expression unread