All Chapters of DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Olivia’s POVThe fabric clung to my body, delicate and soft against my skin, but I felt nothing. I turned slightly, staring at my reflection in the floor-length mirror as the bridal consultant fussed over the train of the gown."You look stunning, Miss Smith," she said with a warm smile, stepping back to admire her work.I gave a stiff nod. "It’s beautiful."It was all a facade. The gown was gorgeous—intricate lace detailing along the sleeves, pearls carefully stitched into the bodice, the kind of dress most women dreamt of. But it felt foreign on me, as though it belonged to someone else entirely.And in a way, it did.Because this wasn’t my wedding. Not really.It was Ryan’s.It was his show, his prize to flaunt, his way of sealing me into a life I wanted no part of.A date had been chosen. A venue had been booked. The arrangements were already in motion, and yet, it all felt like a blur—happening around me, without me. I hadn’t even been given the chance to argue.The only thing I

Ethan’s POVThe sound of my footsteps hitting the pavement barely registered in my head. My blood was boiling, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached.Behind me, Vivian’s hurried footsteps followed. “Ethan, wait!” she called out, but I ignored her.I reached my car and yanked the door open. Just as I was about to slam it shut, Vivian grabbed the edge of the door, stopping me.Her breath was heavy from running. “Where are you going?”I didn’t even hesitate. “To show him that he can’t mess with the Richards.”Vivian let out a sharp breath, frustration evident on her face. “Not in your current state, Ethan. You’re seeing red right now, and that won’t end well.”I clenched my jaw. She wasn’t wrong. I was angry—furious—but that didn’t change the fact that Ryan needed to be put in his place.“It’s either I get in the car with you,” Vivian continued, her voice firm, “or we both go back inside.”Her hand slowly released the door, and instead of waiting for my answer, she turned and walk

Olivia’s POVI sat in front of the grand mirror, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger. The heavy fabric of my wedding gown felt suffocating, its intricate lace clinging to my skin as if it were trying to trap me in this moment. The veil, delicately pinned into my hair, was a cruel reminder of the vows I was supposed to say today—to a man I didn’t love.God.I exhaled sharply, gripping the edges of the vanity table in front of me. This is really happening.In just an hour, I would walk down that aisle. I would take Ryan’s hand. I would say vows that meant nothing to me.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the rising panic away.How had it come to this?I had fought so hard for my freedom, clawed my way through the ruins of my past, only to find myself right back where I started—trapped.My chest tightened as I forced myself to breathe. Maybe someone would burst through the doors and stop this. Maybe someone—anyone—would tell me I didn’t have to go through with it.But no one wa

Olivia’s POV“What do we do?” Ethan’s voice was sharp, slicing through the charged silence of the room. He wasn’t panicked—Ethan rarely was—but there was a tightness to his expression that told me he understood the weight of the situation as much as I did.I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temples. The air in the room, once buzzing with my exhilaration, now felt heavy.“Olivia, this is bad.” Ethan ran a hand through his hair, glancing toward the door as if expecting our father to storm in any second. “Dad is not going to take this well.”I straightened my back and met his gaze with unwavering determination. “It’s not my fault, Ethan. I didn’t kill him.”His lips pressed into a thin line, but I could see the storm of thoughts racing behind his eyes. “Do you really think that’s going to matter?” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “You know how he operates. Do you think he’ll let you keep the company after this? He’s going to take it back the second he finds anothe

Lucas's povI had no idea what to expect when I stepped into the ceremony, but nothing could have prepared me for this.The sight of Olivia in a wedding gown, standing at the altar with another man, sent a sharp pain through my chest. The world around me blurred, the murmurs of guests fading into white noise. My pulse thundered in my ears.I took a step forward, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. And then—Austin kissed her.A wave of heat surged through me, a mix of anger, confusion, and something I wasn’t ready to name. Without even thinking, I called out her name, my voice cutting through the silence that had settled over the room.She turned toward me, her eyes widening in shock, but before she could say anything, a furious voice interrupted.“Security!”Mr. Richard’s booming command rang through the hall, and in an instant, two men in black suits rushed toward me.“Hold him down,” he ordered. “I will not let him ruin my daughter’s wedding.”His daughter’s wedding.The wor