All Chapters of My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The syringe in the assassin's hand gleamed in the dim light as he took a step forward, his smirk widening beneath the mask. One shot of that poison, and Lucas’ fate would be sealed. No miracle could change that outcome.Just as the assassin prepared to inject Lucas with the poison, a chilling breeze swept through the room. Instinct screamed a warning, something was off. In an instant, he ducked, barely missing a punch aimed straight for his jaw, the air crackling with deadly intent.The woman he had dismissed as harmless was, in fact, a fighter. The force behind her blow was undeniable, her strength unmistakable.There was no time to second-guess. The assassin gritted his teeth, forced onto the defensive by Amelia’s furious assault.Letting his guard down had been a disastrous mistake. Beneath her calm exterior, she concealed the instincts of a seasoned combatant.Still clutching the syringe filled with poison, he lunged at Amelia, his teeth bared in a snarl, aiming to strike with the

Amelia’s gaze drifted to Lucas, still lost in a deep sleep, unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded.Her gentle eyes traced his features, his sharp nose, lips pressed together, their color a touch too pale.******Morning arrived. Golden sunlight spilled through the window, casting soft patterns across the sheets. Lucas’ eyelids flickered as he drifted toward waking. He blinked, slowly adjusting to the light, and noticed his hand enveloped in another's grasp.Confusion creased his brow.Lowering his gaze, he spotted Amelia slumped at his bedside, one delicate hand wrapped firmly around his. A smile cracked across his parched lips, faint but real.Though thirst gnawed at him, seeing her there made everything else fade into the background. Relief poured through him as he realized she was safe, real, and within reach, not just a fleeting dream.The nightmare still clung to him, a horrifying scene where Amelia had been in mortal danger, and he had been powerless to help. The heart-wren

Amelia noticed Lucas’ quietness and her voice softened. "Please, just let me stay. I promise I won't be a burden if anything happens. Is that alright?" With each gentle word that left her lips, Lucas felt his defenses crumble. It was almost as if she had cast a spell on him.He found it hard to say no to her, and the way she looked at him now could melt even the coldest heart. A fierce desire to claim her as his own suddenly took hold.He couldn't bear the thought of another man witnessing this side of her. Yet, a wave of frustration washed over him as he realized he wasn't in a position to entertain such a thought. He wasn't her boyfriend or husband, not yet, at least.Forcing those tangled emotions down, Lucas put on his usual distant facade and said, "You can stay, but make sure you don't wander too far from me." More than anything, Lucas worried about Amelia’s safety. The idea of her getting hurt, even in the slightest, was unbearable.Now that he'd agreed to let her stay, he vowed

"Ma'am, if you want my opinion, why bother considering handing the business to your adopted daughter? If there's truly no one in the family to take it on, why not just let me run it instead? I'd make sure you were looked after when you're gone."“Ha-ha! I am also game for running the business for you. At least, I will treat you better than your ungrateful daughter ever did!"Hearing the jeers, Amelia’s lips curled up mockingly. To her, their words were nothing short of ridiculous. They weren't the ones living her life and hadn't gone through what she had endured. So, how could they possibly grasp the kind of hopelessness that came with being thrown into that cruel training camp, left to fend for herself and fight for survival every single day? Did they really think she couldn't tell?As if the shift in her adoptive parents' demeanor had gone unnoticed. Before Layla was born, her adoptive parents had once lavished her with affection, and that fleeting period remained the rare days she h

"Stay out of my business." Amelia warned.“Amelia, honey, I just don't want to see you get hurt. You're just a little girl, what's the point in acting tough? If you go through with the challenge, you'll end up marred by bruises and wounds from merciless punches," Alana said gently, still clinging to her facade of concern.“Haven't you heard me? I said, step aside. Just mind your own damned business. Say one more word and I won't hesitate to hit you," Amelia warned, her tone sharper than ever.From the sidelines, onlookers murmured among themselves, convinced Renee had crossed every line. Threatening to strike her own foster mother when the woman was only trying to protect her? The nerve!A sudden, angry shout split the air.“Don't you dare!" Layla stormed into view, her rage barely contained as she shot daggers at Amelia.“Go ahead…try hurting my mom, and you'll regret it!" she snarled.“As if you're capable of fighting or withstanding a single blow from me. If you get in my way, I'll