All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Lyvanne’s POV I couldn’t breathe.My heart pounded in my chest, drowning out every other sound, every other thought. I was stuck—trapped in this godforsaken alley, and the figure standing before me was a nightmare made flesh. The thief wore a mask that only left the cruel glint of his eyes visible, and those eyes? They were cold, calculating, like he had already decided I wasn’t going to see tomorrow. And then Alexander came in.I didn’t know what he was thinking, but there he was, stepping in front of me, like some kind of knight in shining armor. His stance was strong, unyielding. As if he had the right to keep me safe. But why was he doing this? Why him, of all people? My pulse quickened in confusion and fear, my gaze darting from him to the thief.The thief’s voice cut through the tension. “Move out of the way, boy. I don’t want you. I just want her.” He gestured at me with an outstretched hand, his finger pointing at me like I was some kind of prize to be claimed.I took a step

Lyvanne stood frozen in the doorway, her hand still resting on the frame as the scene inside Alexander’s room played out before her. Isabelle, as if possessed by some cruel form of desperation, had shoved past her without a second glance and thrown herself at him. The sound of Isabelle’s sobs, her breath coming in sharp, heavy gasps, only added to the suffocating air in the room. She clung to him, burying her face in his chest, as if he were the only anchor in the world.Lyvanne’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, everything around her seemed to blur. This is it, she thought bitterly. This is the show they put on for everyone. This is the act that somehow still gets to me.She couldn’t tear her gaze away. It was like watching something painful unfold before her, something she could never unsee. They looked so natural together, so intertwined. Every movement Isabelle made seemed like it was meant to push her out, to push Lyvanne further away.Lyvanne stepped back, her fing

Two days later, I was sitting in that sterile hospital room, feeling more like a prisoner than a patient. The constant beeping of machines and the distant chatter in the hallway felt suffocating. I couldn't stand the isolation anymore. My body still felt weak, and I couldn’t walk without help, but damn it, I was done with this place.The doctor had insisted I stay longer, at least for another day. But what was the point? I was tired of the monotony. Isabelle hadn't even bothered to show her face since the day I was admitted. The only time I heard from her was when she was using my card for her shopping sprees. If it wasn't so infuriating, it might've been funny. But I wasn’t laughing."Mr. Alexandro, you really should consider staying at least one more day," the doctor said, eyeing me over his glasses. "You’re not in the best shape yet."I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need a babysitter,” I muttered, ignoring the slight ache in my chest as I pushed my