My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 266

Chapter 266: The attack Chapter 266: The attack Dylan paused, his hands outstretched.

His chest tightened at the sight, and rage burned in his veins like molten lava.

But he knew he had to deal with this calmly.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Gianna.

Let her go.

We can talk this out.” “Talk this out?” Gianna’s laugh was bitter.

“There is nothing to talk about, Dylan.

She has ruined everything!

My life, my career-everything I cared about is gone because of her!” Her voice cracked with pent-up anger and despair.

“She snatched the man I loved the most and drove me to jail.

I have been living a hellish life, hiding, and running from the cops €“ all because of her.

She should pay for every single pain she caused me.” She pressed the knife a little harder on Ava’s throat, cutting the skin lightly.

Ava whimpered softly, her lips trembling as she pressed them tightly together, trying to endure the pain.

“No, don’t do that,” Dylan cried out, panicked.

“You don’t want to do this, Gianna.

Think about what you are doing.

You are not a killer.

This isn’t you.” “What do you know about me?” Gianna spat.

“You don’t know what I’ve been through.

You don’t know how much I’ve suffered while she got everything!” Dylan kept his tone calm.

“You don’t have to let your pain define you.

Put the knife down.

I’ll drop the charges against you, Gianna.

I’ll give you money, enough to start fresh anywhere you want.

Just…

let her go.” Gianna’s lips curled into a mocking sneer.

“Money?

A new life?

You think that’s what I want?” She scoffed bitterly.

“Then what do you want?

Tell me, and I’ll make it happen.

Just don’t hurt her.” Ava shook her head, her tear-filled eyes pleading with him.

“Don’t listen to her,” she croaked.

“Oh, you’re willing to fulfill my demands now?

Are you sure, Dylan?” Gianna asked sarcastically with a malicious glint in her eyes.

“Are you ready to do whatever I ask?” Dylan took a deep breath.

There was no way he would give in to her demands.

But he needed to take Ava out of her clutches and make sure of her safety first.

“If you let her go, I’ll do whatever you ask.” Gianna laughed.

“Do you take me for a fool?

If I let her go now, you’ll have me pinned to the ground in seconds and drag me to jail.

No, no.

She is my leverage.

As long as she is with me, you won’t dare touch me.” Ava found her voice again, her desperation spilling over.

“Dylan, don’t!

You can’t give in to her.

Please, don’t-” “Shut up, you bitch!” Gianna snarled, pressing the knife harder against Ava’s throat.

Ava winced as the blade bit deeper into her skin, fresh blood trickling from the wound.

“If you keep talking, I’ll kill you right away,” Gianna threatened.

“Gianna,” Dylan hissed, his anger clashing with his helplessness.

“You can’t walk out of here unscathed.

Be smart and let her go.

I promise I’ll help you.” Gianna’s lips twisted into a cruel smile.

“Help me?

Oh, I know how you can help me.” She leaned closer to Ava.

“I’ll let her go.

But first, you have to beg me.” Her smirk deepened.

“Get down on your knees and beg me for her life.” Dylan clenched and unclenched his jaw.

His eyes flickered to Ava’s, her face pale and her tears glistening in the faint light.

He knew he had no choice.

For her, he would do anything.

Slowly, he dropped to his knees, his gaze locked on Gianna’s.

Ava grew restless.

“No,” she cried out desperately.

She wriggled as she tried to escape, but the knife pressing against her throat stopped her.

A helpless sob escaped her mouth.

“Please, Gianna.

Let her go.” Gianna’s expression darkened.

“Begging for her,” she spat.

“For this worthless bitch.

You disgust me, Dylan.

The more you beg for her, the more I hate her.” Her gaze hardened, her grip on the knife unwavering.

“Why shouldn’t I just kill her now?” “No!” Dylan’s shout echoed through the room.

“Stop this!

Just tell me what you want.

Anything-you can have it.

Just don’t hurt her.” Gianna tilted her head, a calculating look crossing her face.

She seemed to relish the power she held, her expression gleefully cruel.

“Anything?” She paused, feigning contemplation, before her lips curved into a wicked smile.

“Fine,” she said at last.

“You’ll go live on social media.

Right now.

You’ll tell everyone that you love me-only me-and that Ava means nothing to you.

You’ll clear my name of every accusation, and you’ll promise the world that you’ll marry me.

If you do this, I’ll let her go.” “No, Dylan,” Ava choked out.

“Don’t listen to her.

Don’t do it-” “Shut up!” Gianna snapped, pressing the knife tighter against Ava’s throat, drawing another thin line of blood.

Dylan’s chest heaved as he fought to contain his rage.

His hands itched to act, but he knew one wrong move could be fatal.

His mind raced as he kept his focus on Gianna, forcing his voice to remain calm despite the boiling anger beneath the surface.

“Alright, I’ll do what you want.

I’ll go live and say whatever you want me to.” “No!” Ava’s voice cracked.

“You won’t give in to her demands.” With a sudden burst of courage, she drove her elbow sharply into Gianna’s ribs.

Gianna gasped, momentarily stunned, her grip on the knife faltering.

Ava seized the moment, twisting away from the blade’s reach.

She shoved Gianna’s hand aside and stumbled forward, breaking free of her grasp.

Without glancing back, she rushed to Dylan.

When Dylan saw her out of Gianna’s grip, he jumped to his feet, his arms catching her as she threw herself against him.

“Ava,” he breathed, his arms tightening around her protectively.

He pulled back just enough to cup her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears streaking her cheeks.

His eyes roamed over her, frantically checking for injuries.

“Are you okay?” Ava shook her head.

“Oh, my goodness.

You scared me to death.” He pulled her close again, his arms enveloping her completely.

She buried her face in his chest, clinging to him.

He rested his chin atop her head, his hand stroking her hair gently as he whispered, “You’re safe now.

I’ve got you.

No one will hurt you again.” Gianna staggered, caught off guard.

She had not expected this.

Rage and desperation clawed at her, refusing to let her accept defeat.

“You’ll never be together as long as I’m alive!” With a wild cry, Gianna charged at them, the blade aimed with deadly intent.

Dylan caught the movement.

His instincts flared, and he whirled around, shielding Ava with his body.

The knife plunged into his back with sickening force.

His body jerked as pain exploded through him.

His breath hitched, and his muscles locked up.