All Chapters of DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Olivia’s POVThe dress fit like a second skin, sleek and elegant, cascading down to the floor in deep emerald satin. It was a color I rarely wore, but tonight, I wanted to feel different. Strong. Untouchable.I fastened the diamond bracelet around my wrist, the cool metal grounding me as I took one last look in the mirror. My reflection stared back, composed and unreadable—just the way I needed to be.Tonight wasn’t about emotions. It wasn’t about the past.It was about power.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I exhaled, smoothing my dress before heading to open it.Ethan stood on the other side, dressed in a tailored black suit. He gave me an approving once-over and smirked. “Not bad, Liv. You clean up well.”I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”He offered his arm, and I took it, feeling steadier as we walked out together.Tonight, Ethan was my date. And I needed that—someone to remind me who I was before eve

Olivia’s POVThe moment Vivian’s phone rang, a chill ran down my spine. The sharp sound cut through the air like a knife, and for a second, none of us moved. The screen glowed in the dimly lit hospital room, an unknown number flashing ominously.Vivian stared at it, her hands trembling as she gripped the device. Her face had gone completely pale, her breathing shallow.“It’s him,” she whispered.A suffocating silence filled the room.Lucas, standing by the window with his hands in his pockets, turned sharply at her words. His eyes darkened with suspicion. I could see the shift in his posture—the way his body tensed like a predator sensing danger.I swallowed hard. “Answer it,” I urged. “Put it on loudspeaker.”Vivian hesitated, her fingers hovering over the screen. “What if—”“Vivian,” Lucas cut in, his voice firm but calm. “Aiden’s in danger. We need to know what we’re dealing with.”She inhaled shakily, then pressed the button. The call connected with a low static hum, followed by a

Olivia’s POVI woke up before dawn, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. Anxiety twisted in my stomach, refusing to let me rest.Today was the day.For hours, I had tossed and turned, thinking of everything that could go wrong. Aiden was still out there, alone and scared. Vivian was barely holding herself together, and Ethan had been handling everything with an eerie calmness that unsettled me. And Lucas—Lucas was a storm waiting to be unleashed.I swung my legs off the bed and sat on the edge, rubbing my temples. Sleep had been a luxury none of us could afford.Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up and walked toward my closet. Practicality over appearance. I slipped into dark jeans, a fitted sweater, and my most comfortable boots. Today wasn’t about looking presentable—it was about being prepared for whatever was coming.When I made my way downstairs, the house was silent except for the faint sound of someone moving in the kitchen. I followed the noise and foun

Olivia’s POVScene 1: A Passionate MomentLucas’s lips were still on mine, and I could feel the heat rolling off him, the way his hands gripped my waist as if he couldn’t bear to let go. His kiss wasn’t hesitant or careful—it was consuming, desperate, like he had been starving for this moment. And maybe, just maybe, I had been too.The taste of him, the way he moved against me, made my head spin. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging slightly as he deepened the kiss, and I felt something inside me unravel. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips.I didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to remember all the reasons why this was dangerous. I just wanted to feel.Lucas groaned against my lips, his hands sliding down my back, pulling me closer. I gasped when he tilted my chin up, taking control in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. My body melted against his, my fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as if that would keep me grounded.I s

Olivia’s POVI was just a few steps from my car when a voice I despised stopped me cold."Olivia," Amelia called, her tone dripping with false sweetness.I didn't turn right away. I took a deep breath, framing my features into something unreadable before facing her.There she stood, in all her smug glory. Perfectly styled hair. A dress that probably cost more than most people’s rent. The same arrogant glint in her eyes that had been there the night I caught her in bed with Lucas."Amelia," I said flatly, keeping my voice bored. "What do you want?"She tilted her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, don’t be so cold. I just wanted to catch up."I raised a brow. "We were never friends. There’s nothing to catch up on."She laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Still as sharp-tongued as ever. I almost missed this." Then, she sighed dramatically. "But I suppose things change. Some of us move forward… while others get left behind."I clenched my jaw. "Say what you really mean, Amelia