My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Will you marry me again?

Chapter 258: Will you marry me again?

“Give that to me!” Erica snapped, lunging for the phone in desperation.

But he was faster.

He shoved her away with a calculated force that sent her reeling backward.

Her head struck the window with a dull thud.

“Ah,” she cried out in pain, clutching her head as tears welled in her eyes.

“Stop the car!” he barked out a sharp command to the driver.

The car screeched to a halt, and the door slid open with a sharp clatter.

Before Erica could react, he shoved her out of the car with a ruthless shove.

She landed hard on the rough asphalt, the impact jolting through her body.

Pain shot up her arms as her palms scraped against the gritty surface, leaving angry red marks behind.

Erica’s body trembled with a mix of fury and humiliation.

She whipped her head around and pinned a glare at him, words of defiance bubbled on her lips.

But before she could release them, his cold voice cut through the air.

“Repay the money, or this video will go viral.”.

He held up his phone, the threat as clear as the smirk on his face.

“Let’s see how Dylan deals with you then.” The door closed, and the van roared to life, speeding away.

Left in the middle of the deserted street, Erica’s anger boiled over.

She clenched her fists and let out a primal scream.

Tears of frustration stung her eyes, the humiliation burning deep in her chest.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Dylan and Ava arrived at the farmhouse.

The car crunched to a stop on the gravel driveway.

Ava stepped out and took in the sight of the house ahead of her, its grandeur both familiar and foreign under the golden hues of the afternoon sun.

The wooden beams of the wraparound porch stood tall and steadfast.

Ivy clung to the stone walls, giving the house an almost mythical aura as if it had been plucked from the pages of an old storybook.

The wide windows glinted with the light.

It was just as she remembered.

She stood still, overwhelmed, her mind flooded with memories of their wedding day €“ a quiet ceremony with only a few family members and friends.

This was the place €“ the place where she had said her vows.

But since then, they hadn’t come there.

Dylan hadn’t had time for her, let alone take her to the farmhouse.

She had expected this trip to be about business €“ confronting the traitor and extracting answers.

But she had no idea he would bring her here.

What was he planning?

She turned to him, her brows knitting together in confusion.

Dylan came to her side, his fingers grazing Ava’s lightly.

“It hasn’t changed much, has it?” he said softly, his tone tinged with something she couldn’t quite place-regret, perhaps, or nostalgia.

She moved her gaze back to the house.

“No, it hasn’t changed,” she replied steadily despite the emotions swirling inside her.

“It’s still as beautiful as I remember, timeless and elegant.

But€¦” She hesitated, her chest tightening.

“We never found the time to come back.” Dylan remained quiet.

The distance from this place mirrored the distance that had grown between them.

He had brought her there to relish the memories, to make a new connection between them.

Ava inhaled deeply, steadying herself as she stepped toward the porch.

The wooden planks creaked beneath her feet.

Dylan followed silently.

For a brief moment, Ava paused at the door, her fingers brushing the old brass handle.

She pushed the door open and stepped into the cozy interior.

Everything was immaculate, as though time had paused within these walls.

The rich wooden furniture gleamed under the soft glow of the chandelier, while beams of sunlight streamed through the tall windows as the white curtains swayed gently in the breeze.

Ava’s eyes were immediately drawn to the photograph above the stone fireplace.

Their wedding photo.

She moved toward the photo, memories overwhelming her.

In the picture, her smile was radiant, full of hope and joy.

But Dylan’s expression was starkly different-stoic, distant as if he had been fulfilling an obligation rather than celebrating a union.

She hadn’t noticed it at the time, blinded by her love for him.

“Ava€¦” His soft voice drew her back to the present.

She turned to him, her chest tight.

“Why, Dylan?

Why bring me back here?” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the storm of emotions within her.

He stepped closer, his eyes searching hers.

“Because I realized it’s not the farmhouse I’ve been avoiding, Ava.

It’s the memories of us…” He trailed off.

“I shunned everything that connected to you.

I was afraid…

afraid of what I was feeling, afraid that I might fall for you.” Ava felt pressure in her eyes as tears welled up.

She quickly turned away, unwilling to let him see her tears, unwilling to reveal just how deeply his words affected her.

But Dylan wasn’t letting her retreat.

He tugged her arm, turning her back to face him.

“Don’t avoid me, Ava.

I was a fool, too blind and stubborn to see what was right in front of me.

Your care, your kindness-it broke through my walls.

And instead of embracing it, I pushed you away.

I hurt you, over and over again.” His voice cracked slightly, a raw honesty pouring out of him.

“But I see it now.

And I see what I lost in the process of trying to deny what was already in my heart.” In his past life, he had refused to accept the fact that he had feelings for her.

He hadn’t realized he was in love with her until he had lost her.

He wouldn’t lose her this time and wouldn’t live a life of regret.

“This is where we took our vows,” he said quietly, his hand brushing a stray tear from her cheek.

“And this is where I want us to start over.

To build something real, something we both deserve.

No more running.

No more walls.” Ava’s emotions threatened to bubble over.

Every instinct screamed for her to flee from him, from there, from everything.

But he held her in her place, grasping her shoulders.

“I realized how much you mean to me,” he continued.

“For so long, I fought against it.

I told myself I couldn’t afford to care, couldn’t let myself fall.

But I did, Ava.

I fell for you a long time ago.

I love you, Ava.” Her lips quivered, her heart aching with the weight of his confession.

Tears spilled over before she could stop them.

How many nights had she dreamed of hearing those words?

And now, here he was, baring his soul, his love for her laid out with no pretense.

She should have been elated, overjoyed.

Why was this hesitation?

A shadow of all the hurt and neglect she had endured lingered in her mind.

Dylan reached into his pocket and retrieved a small red box.

Time seemed to slow as he opened it, revealing a sparkling diamond ring that caught the light like a thousand tiny stars.

He looked into her eyes with hope and nervousness.

“Will you marry me again?”