My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 316

Chapter 316: I wanted to make him confess.

Chapter 316: I wanted to make him confess.

Ava tried to persuade him again, her voice softening.

“Ethan, don’t do this.

There is still a way out for you.

Surrender to the police.

Tell them Lydia forced you into this.

If you cooperate, you won’t be punished as harshly.” “I don’t need your mercy,” he retorted.

“I am capable of turning fate in my favor.” His fingers dug into her arm as he steered her toward the parking lot.

“All these years, I was loyal to your family.

I protected you.

I loved you.

And yet, you only ever saw Dylan.

You never gave me a chance.” Ethan’s voice darkened with scorn.

“I was ready to walk away.

To leave you with the man you love and start fresh somewhere far from this mess.

But you had to ruin everything.

Now, you’re coming with me.” Panic surged through Ava’s veins.

No.

She wouldn’t let him take her.

She twisted in his grasp, struggling.

“Let me go, Ethan!

This won’t end well for you!” The cold click of the safety being released sent a shiver down her spine.

“Stop moving,” he growled.

“Or I swear, I’ll shoot.” Ava’s breath hitched.

Her body remained frozen, but her mind raced, searching for a way out.

Ethan’s grip was firm, his gun pressing against her temple as he pushed her toward his car.

Ava felt restless.

She wondered why the cops hadn’t arrived yet.

Was he really going to succeed in taking her?

Then, a firm, commanding voice sliced through the tension.

“Leave her alone.

Or I’ll shoot you.” A man in a black suit stood a few feet away, gun aimed directly at Ethan.

Relief flooded her-it was Dylan’s guard.

Ethan didn’t flinch.

Instead, his grip tightened, and he pressed the barrel harder against Ava’s head.

“Drop the weapon,” he threatened back.

Ava’s pulse spiked.

One wrong move and Ethan could pull the trigger.

She helplessly stared at the man.

The guard hesitated, his jaw clenched.

He couldn’t risk Ava’s life-but neither could he let Ethan take her.

“Alright,” he said, slowly kneeling.

“I’m dropping it.

Just don’t hurt her.” He kept his gaze locked on Ethan, lowering his gun, his every movement calculated.

But just as the weapon neared the ground, a siren wailed.

The blaring sound shattered the tension.

Ethan was momentarily distracted, and his gaze shifted from the man to the source of the sound.

His heart sank when he saw the police van approaching.

And in that split second of distraction, the man in the black suit aimed the gun at Ethan and fired.

The bullet struck Ethan’s leg.

“Ah€¦” He screamed in agony, his body crumpling to the ground.

Blood pooled beneath him as his gun clattered onto the pavement.

Ava stepped back as her hands flew to her mouth.

Shock coursed through her veins, but relief followed close behind.

She was out of Ethan’s grip.

The guard immediately rushed forward, positioning himself in front of Ava, shielding her from any possible retaliation.

His gun was now pointed directly at Ethan’s head.

“Your game is over.

Now drop the gun.” The police van screeched to a halt, and within seconds, several officers jumped out, their boots pounding against the pavement as they rushed toward the scene.

Ethan barely had time to react before they grabbed him, yanking him to his feet.

He winced as pain shot through his wounded leg, but his gaze sought out Ava.

Their eyes met.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

Guilt weighed heavily in his, remorse flickering like a dying flame.

“I never wanted to hurt you.

But my greed€¦ my ambition€¦ it made me take the wrong path.” He swallowed hard.

“I betrayed you.

I let your father down.

I know you won’t forgive me, but I needed to say this-I’m truly sorry, Ava.” The officers wasted no time.

They dragged him toward the police van.

With a final shove, they threw him inside, slamming the doors shut.

Ava stood still as she watched the van speeding away.

Her heart was heavy, but not with sympathy-with the weight of all the pain he had caused.

“Madam, are you okay?” The man turned to her.

She nodded, exhaling shakily.

“Thank you.” She turned to face the man who had saved her. “You€¦ Dylan sent you, didn’t he?” “Yes,” he confirmed.

“Sir instructed me to keep an eye on Ethan.

He suspected he would try to escape.” He paused before adding, “You shouldn’t have come here alone.

Sir has been worried about you.” Ava’s heart skipped a beat.

Dylan knew.

She had kept her findings about Ethan’s conspiracy from him, thinking she could handle it on her own.

She didn’t want to trouble him.

But nothing was ever hidden from Dylan.

Regret curled inside her.

She had made a mistake by not telling him sooner.

“Ava!” Dylan’s voice reached her ears.

She whirled and saw him walking toward her.

Her heart nearly stopped, her eyes immediately dropping to his legs.

He was walking.

Tears welled up, blurring her vision.

“Dylan.” She rushed toward him and clasped his arms.

Disbelief and overwhelming emotion surged through her.

“Your legs€¦ You€¦” Before she could finish, Dylan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a firm, desperate embrace.

“You scared me to death.” Ava melted into his hold, her head resting against his chest.

Relief spread through her, washing away all the fear, the tension, the weight of everything that had happened.

“I’m fine.

The cops have taken Ethan away.” She pulled back slightly, looking at his legs.

“Are you okay?

Is there any pain?” It did hurt.

But pain was the last thing on his mind.

“Why did you come to meet him alone?” he scolded her with frustration.

“Don’t you know how dangerous that man can be?” Ava knew she had worried him.

She didn’t regret confronting Ethan, but she regretted keeping it from Dylan.

“You shouldn’t stand for too long.

Let’s go to the car.” Dylan didn’t argue.

He let her guide him toward the sleek black car parked nearby.

They slipped into the back seat, and before Ava could gather her thoughts, Dylan pulled her into his arms again.

His hand cradled the back of her head as if he needed to feel her against him to believe she was safe.

“Thank God you’re okay,” he breathed, pressing a lingering kiss against her temple.

“When I heard you were with Ethan, I was terrified.

Why didn’t you tell me?” His gaze turned accusatory.

“I got some evidence against him,” Ava explained, “Evidence that Ethan conspired with Lydia to kill my father.

I suspect he poisoned him, but there was no proof.

I wanted to make him confess.”