All Chapters of EX-WIFE REGRET, NO TURNING BACK!: Chapter 11
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MOTEL SEALED
CHAPTER 11 – MOTEL SEALEDThe first thing Kevin felt when he opened his eyes was exhaustion dragging him down like chains. His body ached everywhere, as if the weight of the night had been carved into his muscles. He blinked, adjusting to the dim light leaking through the thin motel curtains, and exhaled a long breath. His neck ached from sleeping crooked in the chair, his arms still folded across his chest... the silence? It was so heavy he could hear his own breathing.It was then the memory slammed back into place.Joyce.His brows knitted slowly, the fog of sleep peeling away as he blinked toward the bed. Empty sheets. No trace of the woman who’d collapsed there last night.The sheets still carried the faint warmth of where she’d lain, tangled like she’d fought herself all night before deciding to vanish. His stomach clenched.“Joyce?” His voice was rough from sleep.Silence.He sat forward, pushing the chair back with a faint scrape. The blanket he’d draped over her was folded
CLASH IN THE LOBBY
CHAPTER 12 – CLASH IN THE LOBBYOne of Patrik’s men... thick-necked, grinning like an idiot... snorted. “He’s got a mouth.”Kevin’s gaze cut to him for a fraction of a second, just enough to make the man’s grin falter. “You got a problem with my mouth?” Kevin asked quietly, almost conversational.The guard shifted, looking away.Patrik chuckled, low and humorless. “Cute. Real cute. You think this is a joke?” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes glinting. “You walked into the wrong damn story, hero. And now? You’re standing on my pages.”Kevin's brow rose, confusion tugging at the edge of his usually sharp gaze."You think you can play dumb? That woman you were with last night... where is she?” Patrick sneered."I don’t know who the hell you’re talking about.”Patrik barked a laugh, sharp and joyless. “Oh, that’s cute. The knight in cheap armor, pretending he doesn’t know the prize he carried off.” He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing to slits. “Joyce. Where. Is. She?”Mia peeked out
THE FLAME MARK
CHAPTER 13 – THE FLAME MARKFor a man who walked in spitting venom, Patrik Tilman suddenly looked like he’d swallowed glass. His whole body locked up, his fury choking mid-breath the instant his eyes landed on Kevin’s neck.The mark.That damn flame mark.Kevin barely noticed... his arms wrapped tight around Mia, pulse hammering in his throat. His blood was still hot in his mouth from the last punch. All he cared about was the way his daughter trembled, bunny squished in her tiny fists, her cheek pressed into his chest like she wanted to disappear inside him.But Patrik noticed. Oh, he noticed. His smirk fell off his face like someone had slapped it off. His eyes widened, as his jaw flexed, and for the first time since stepping into the lobby, his voice cracked.No… that’s impossible…Patrik’s men hesitated, fists mid-swing, waiting for his order to finish the job. But the order didn’t come. Patrik’s hand—half-raised to snap again—froze in midair.His mind spun faster than the city ou
LINES IN THE DARK
CHAPTER 14 – LINES IN THE DARK "Why the hell should I tell you my surname?” Kevin’s tone was sharp, bristling with suspicion. Every muscle in his body remained tense, his arms still wrapped protectively around Mia. His gaze pierced Patrik like a warning: don’t test me.Patrik stepped closer. His usual swagger was replaced by something heavier—restraint. Respect, maybe. Or fear. It was hard to tell when you’d spent your life reading people for weakness.He then smiled... it was unexpected, calm, controlled, and oddly friendly. Not ruthless, not predatory. Kevin froze. Even the guards blinked at him in surprise.“I wouldn’t blame you for holding back,” Patrik said, taking a measured step closer. “I’d probably do the same in your shoes. But let’s clear the air, shall we?”Kevin raised a brow. “Clear the air? You nearly killed me, my daughter, and apparently enjoy making threats. What exactly are we clearing?”Patrik shrugged, tilting his head. “Misunderstandings happen. Especially betwe
UNEASY EXIT
CHAPTER 15 – UNEASY EXITKevin’s pulse was still hammering in his ears when Patrik said it.“Go.”That was it. Small smirk. No threat. Just that one word.Kevin blinked, trying to read the man’s face. Patrik’s eyes gave nothing away, but his tone was too calm—too damn calm for someone who had just been ready to pull blood out of his veins minutes ago.“What?” Kevin asked, disbelief twisting his voice. He expected a trick. A knife to the back. Something.Patrik repeated himself. “I said—go.”Kevin narrowed his eyes. His instincts screamed at him to question it, to demand an explanation. Men like Patrik didn’t just wave you out the door like a hotel guest. They came hunting. They came for blood. And yet… the man was stepping back, giving him room.Kevin didn’t argue. Survival 101: don’t waste the open door.And this was it.Leaving was the smartest play."Come on, Mia.” He crouched, his voice tight but calm as he tugged her forward.“We’re going,” he muttered, more to himself than to a
PREDATOR OR PREY
CHAPTER 16 – PREDATOR OR PREY The sun was barely up, but the air already stung with heat. The kind of morning that made tempers short and tongues reckless.Patrik stepped out of the motel like a king leaving hostile territory—cigarette in his mouth and coat flaring slightly. His jaw was tight, his boots striking against the gritty pavement. Behind him, Nichol matched his stride, eyes scanning, and always calculating. The rest of the guards lagged a few feet back, their footsteps messy, their voices louder than they should’ve been.They should’ve known better."Tell me you saw it,” one whispered, voice sharp with leftover adrenaline.“See it? Bro, I still feel it,” another hissed back. “Kevin… that bastard fought like a demon. Who the hell stares down Patrik Tilman with a kid in his arms and doesn’t blink?”The group muttered, heads close, nerves masked with bravado.“Man tore through three of us like it was nothing. Bare hands. And then that… that mark—”The words tasted dangerous, b
THE BLACK ORDER
CHAPTER 17 – THE BLACK ORDERThey said Sunset City didn’t fear God, but it sure as hell feared the Blacks.The chamber was buried deep beneath Sunset City, walls padded to swallow echoes, the air thick with smoke and old secrets. A single long table stretched across the center like an altar. Men filled the seats... well, they were all restless.Whispers crawled across the chamber, low and fevered, like rats scurrying over rotten wood."…heard he’s alive…”“…a boy with fire in his veins…”“…nonsense. Just street rumors…”The talk was low, nervous, the kind of chatter men used to keep from drowning in their own fear. Because when Logan Black summoned his council, it never meant peace.Then—Tap.The cane struck the floor once, sharp, precise and final.Every voice died. The silence was immediate and merciless, as if the sound itself had slit their throats.Tap.Another strike. Chairs scraped as the men straightened, eyes snapping toward the doorway.Patrik appeared at the doorway, one h
THE CALL
CHAPTER 18 – THE CALLKevin woke with that familiar motel stench in his nose—stale cigarettes, sour carpet, and despair bottled up in four cracked walls. The blinds barely kept the morning light out, slicing the room into uneven bands of gold and shadow. For a moment, he just lay there, staring at the water stain on the ceiling, listening to the quiet little breaths beside him.Mia.She was curled up under the thin sheet, dark curls sticking to her forehead, lashes fanned against her cheeks, and lips parted in a dream that looked far too peaceful for this kind of life. Kevin pushed himself up on the creaky mattress, running a hand down his face. His first thought wasn’t food, or even her—shamefully—it was money.He reached for his phone on the nightstand, thumb swiping fast, almost desperate. Balance check.The numbers blinked back at him, and his stomach dropped.“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek. They barely had enough to last another night
BETWEEN SILENCE AND LIES
CHAPTER 19 – BETWEEN SILENCE AND LIESThe phone pressed against Diana’s ear felt colder with every unanswered ring.“Pick up, Kevin. Please… just once. Pick up.”Her own whisper sounded pathetic in the quiet of her apartment. The line clicked to voicemail again, his recorded voice spilling out, calm but distant. The same one she’d heard on repeat for the last three days.Beep.Her thumb hovered, but the words always failed her. What could she say? I’m sorry? That had lost its weight weeks ago. Please talk to me? He wouldn’t. He had Mia. He didn’t need her anymore.So she hung up. Again.Diana dropped the phone onto the couch like it had burned her. Her hands dug into her hair, tugging at the roots as frustration stormed through her chest. Her breaths came too fast. Too shallow.“Why won’t you answer me?” she muttered, the words cracking halfway.The silence in her apartment mocked her. No little footsteps running down the hall. No giggles echoing from the kitchen. No Kevin slamming a
A PLEA FOR SYMPATHY
CHAPTER 20 – A PLEA FOR SYMPATHYDiana should’ve ignored the call.She knew it, felt it in her gut, but the second Harry’s name flashed across her screen, her thumb betrayed her. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was that little, soft place in her chest that never stopped pitying him.“It’s my mom.”Her pulse quickened. She hated how his tone could still reel her in, how it always carried that trace of vulnerability that made her forget, just for a moment, the chaos he caused. “What about her?”“She’s… not well,” he said, the words breaking like he had to force them out. “Doctors say there’s nothing more they can do. These are her final days.”The air caught in Diana’s lungs. She pressed her palm against her chest, a pang of sympathy blooming despite herself. “Oh, Harry… I—I didn’t know.”“Of course you didn’t,” he whispered bitterly. “I don’t tell people these things. But you… you’re different. You’re the only one I can talk to about it.”Diana closed her eyes. Why did he have to sou