My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Who sent you?

Chapter 205: Who sent you?

Dylan’s breaths came fast and shallow as his mind spiraled into chaos.

The room felt like it was closing in on him as the faceless figure from his nightmare flashed in his thoughts.

Beads of cold sweat clung to his skin.

“Don’t come any closer!” His voice cracked with a mix of fear and anger as he shoved the woman away.

In a desperate attempt to escape, he rolled off the bed, landing on the hard floor with a thud.

Pain shot through his side, but it brought a momentary clarity-he needed to get out of this place.

Scrambling to his feet, he stumbled toward the door, his legs wobbling beneath him.

His vision blurred and sharpened in uneven waves, his fingers stretching desperately for the door handle.

“Dylan, wait.” Gianna stepped in front of him.

“You are not leaving.” Before he could react, she lunged at him, her arms wrapping around his neck in a forceful embrace.

Her lips crashed against his in a heated, aggressive kiss.

Dylan recoiled, the suddenness of her action sending shockwaves through his body.

He pushed at her shoulders, but she clung to him tighter.

A nauseating wave rolled through him, disgust and anger mingling in his gut.

With every ounce of strength he could muster, he shoved her away, his unsteady legs giving way as he stumbled backward onto the bed.

The momentum sent Gianna flew backward, her body slamming into the wall with a sickening thud.

“Ah!” Gianna cried out, her hand flying to the back of her head as she slid to the floor.

A sharp, searing pain radiated through her skull, leaving her momentarily paralyzed.

When she pulled her hand away, the sight of red smudging her trembling fingers sent a cold shiver down her spine.

“Dylan, you hurt me!” she wailed with pain and accusation.

“How could you do this to me?” Dylan barely registered her words over the pounding in his head.

His vision swam, but the urgency to escape burned brighter than ever.

Forcing himself upright, he swayed on unsteady feet.

Summoning what strength remained, Dylan staggered toward the door, his resolve overshadowing his dizziness and the dull ache pulsing through his head.

Sensing he was about to leave, Gianna stood up.

“You can’t leave this place tonight,” she growled as she jumped at him, “until I make you mine.” She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips on his neck.

As Dylan struggled to break free, her kiss landed on his collar, leaving the lipstick mark on it.

Dylan grasped her shoulders and shoved her away, then slapped her.

“Ah!” Gianna collapsed on the ground, numb from shock.

“Disgusting,” Dylan muttered as he staggered out of the room.

Gianna remained frozen on the floor, her wide eyes brimming with disbelief.

Her chest heaved as she clutched at the sting on her face.

Her cheek burned, but it was nothing compared to the searing ache in her chest.

“No!” she screamed, slamming her fists onto the floor.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this!” She had the chance to claim him, to get back into his life, and to fulfill her desire.

But everything was ruined.

She lost the chance.

“Dylan.” She gritted her teeth, fury burning her insides.

“Why?

Why can’t you see me?

Why can’t you love me?” “You forgot everything.

You forgot the promise you made to my brother.

Why?” Her thoughts raced to the past.

“It was always me and you.

Ever since we were kids, it was supposed to be us.” With each word she spoke, the anger inside her mutated into a dark, vengeful force.

“It’s all because of that bitch.

She ruined everything.

She stole you away, poisoned your heart against me.” Gianna’s nails raked against the floor.

“She came between us and destroyed our relationship.

She ruined my life.

Uh€¦” She groaned, aggrieved.

A murderous glint flickered in her eyes.

“But I won’t let her win.

I won’t let her take you from me any longer.” The fury in her eyes sharpened into a cold, calculated determination.

“Ava,” she hissed.

“You’re the problem.

And I’ll make sure you’re gone.

Forever.” Outside the room€¦ Dylan staggered down the corridor, his mind racing as he struggled to focus through his drunken haze.

Suddenly, a tall figure stepped out from the shadows ahead, blocking his path.

“Why are you here?

Go back to your room,” the man barked.

He advanced with a hostile air, his hand reaching out as if to grab Dylan.

Dylan squinted, his blurry vision unable to make out the man’s face, but every fiber of his being screamed danger.

His instincts took over.

As the man lunged, Dylan dodged with a clumsy sidestep and threw a wild uppercut.

The punch connected with a dull thud against the man’s jaw, sending him staggering backward.

Dylan didn’t waste a second.

He turned and stumbled away as fast as his unstable legs could carry him.

As he ran down the corridor, his eyes darting desperately, hoping to find someone €“ anyone who could help him.

To his dismay, there was no one.

Even the reception was empty.

It was as if the entire hotel had fallen into a ghostly slumber.

“Wait right there!” The man’s voice roared behind him, his heavy footsteps closing in.

Dylan didn’t look back.

Desperation surged through him, lending a burst of energy to his wobbling legs.

He reached the stairs leading to the exit, his footing uncertain as he descended.

Suddenly, his toe caught on the edge of a step, and he pitched forward.

He tumbled, landing hard on all fours at the bottom.

Pain shot through his knees and palms, and he groaned.

Before he could get up, a force struck him from behind, shoving him down further.

A powerful arm coiled around Dylan’s neck from behind, cutting off his air.

His chest heaved as he clawed desperately at the arm, but the man’s grip only tightened.

Dylan’s lungs burned, his vision dimming even further.

He knew if he didn’t act quickly, he’d lose consciousness-and worse.

Every cell of his body revolted, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him.

Using all his strength, Dylan drove his elbow back repeatedly, striking the man’s ribs.

The attacker grunted in pain, his grip faltering just enough.

Dylan seized the opportunity, gripping the man’s wrist and yanking it with a sharp jerk.

In a swift, practiced motion, he twisted the man’s wrist and used his own elbow to force the man’s head down against the ground.

The attacker let out a muffled cry as his head hit the cold, hard floor, momentarily stunned.

Dylan scrambled to his feet, keeping hold of the man’s wrist, and wrenched it behind his back.

With his knee pressed firmly into the man’s spine, he pinned him to the ground.

“Who are you?” Dylan growled with anger and desperation.

“Who sent you?”