All Chapters of Chasing the Wife He couldn't Love: Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The man in the suit stood there with a cold smile, holding the digital pen like a knife. My legs were fading. I could see the teenager’s messy bedroom floor through my shins. It felt like my very bones were turning into steam. Bryan was flickering next to me, his silver skin turning into gray smoke. Elle was the worst, she was almost transparent, her small hands reaching for my jacket but finding only air."Sixty seconds, Hazel," the man said. He tapped his watch. "The server is dead. The teenager’s computer is junk. You are a ghost in a room that doesn't want you. Sign the contract. Give Gilded Media your soul, and I will put you into a real, biological body. You can walk, eat, and love. You’ll be human.""Don't do it, Hazel!" Bryan gasped. His voice sounded like it was coming from inside a tin can. "He’s just building a better cage! If you sign, we belong to them forever. We will be their puppets in the real world!""But Elle is disappearing!" I screamed.I looked at my daughter. Sh

The needle pressed against my skin, cold and sharp. I couldn’t breathe. My eyes were locked on Elle. My sweet, little girl wasn't pink and soft anymore. Her skin was turning into hard, polished gold from her toes to her hair. She stood perfectly still on the subway platform, her eyes glowing like twin suns."What did you do to her?" I choked out. My voice was a ragged whisper."She is the seed," the woman with the gold eyes said. Her face didn't move when she spoke. It was like a mask. "The Publisher doesn't need you anymore, Hazel. You were just the soil to grow the perfect asset. Now, the harvest begins.""Mommy?" Elle’s voice sounded like metal rubbing against metal. It was a hollow, ringing sound that broke my heart. "I, I feel heavy.""Elle, look at me!" I screamed.I ignored the needle in my throat. I lunged forward, grabbing my daughter's hands. They weren't warm. They felt like freezing statues. The revenge in my chest wasn't a spark anymore, it was a roaring fire. I hated th

The janitor’s hand was inches from the big red switch. He looked bored, like he was just turning off the lights before going home. But that switch didn't just turn off the lights. It turned off lives. I was trapped in my golden skin, a frozen monster in a room of white light. I could see Elle nearby, her face mid-scream, her tiny hands reaching for me as the gold climbed up her neck."Stop..." I tried to roar, but only a low vibration came from my golden chest."Don't bother, honey," the janitor said, looking at me with tired eyes. "I’ve seen a thousand of you. Werewolves, billionaires, queens, you all think you’re real. But you’re just ink in a machine. And the machine needs cleaning."His fingers gripped the handle. My heart hammered against the metal of my ribs. I had foug

The white hallway felt like a tomb. The air was cold and smelled like ozone. My heart was pounding against my ribs. I looked at the man in the glass tank. He looked so much like Bryan, but his hair was gray and his skin was covered in long, thin scars. This was the real Logan Frost. This was Bryan’s father."Hazel,  is that him?" Bryan whispered. His voice was shaking. He looked like he wanted to run to the tank, but the man in the gray jumpsuit kept the gun pointed right at the old man's head."Don't move, silver boy," the man in the jumpsuit said. He had a cruel smile. "Your father has been very helpful to the Company. We used his brain to write the most addictive plots in the world. But he’s getting old. His mind is starting to leak.""Let him go," I said. I stepped forward, hold

The ground beneath my feet screamed as the red light from the sky hit the roof of the guesthouse. The sound was like a giant hammer striking a drum. Dust and wood exploded behind us as we sprinted down the narrow back alley. I didn't look back. I couldn't. I just gripped Elle’s hand and ran, my lungs burning in the thick Lagos night."The satellite is recharging!" Christianah Janet yelled over the chaos. "We have three minutes before the next strike!""Where is the transport?" Bryan shouted. He was carrying our small bag of supplies, his eyes darting toward the shadows."At the docks!" Christianah pointed toward the dark water of the lagoon. "Move!"We burst out of the alley and onto the wooden pier. A small, sleek boat was waiting there. It didn't look like a norm