You Weren’t Invited to My Wedding, Ex! - Chapter 54: Chapter 54

The warehouse loomed before me, its rusted steel doors creaking in the wind. The air smelled of dust, decay, and something darker—something that coiled in my stomach like a warning. The flickering lights above the entrance buzzed faintly, casting eerie shadows across the cracked pavement.
I clutched my gun tightly, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to turn back, to not walk straight into the lion’s den. But that wasn’t an option.
Not when my son was inside.
I forced myself forward, my boots scraping against the ground. My pulse was deafening in my ears. With every step, I felt the weight of my past, the scars of my betrayal, the fire of my rage burning hotter.
The moment I pushed the doors open, I saw them.
Edward Moretti. The devil himself. Isabella. The snake who pretended to be a mother. And Lily. The woman who stole everything from me.
And in the middle of it all— Noah.
Bound. Gagged. Eyes wide with terror. His little frame trembled as he struggled against the ropes tying him to the chair. His cheeks were stained with tears, his muffled cries breaking something deep inside me.
Rage. Sorrow. Hate.
It all exploded inside me like wildfire.
Edward grinned, stepping forward, his hands in his pockets like this was some kind of business meeting.
“Seraphina.” He drawled out my name like it amused him. “Or should I say, Emma? How funny. I had you in my grasp for years, and I never even knew what a little viper you were growing into.”
I didn’t answer.
I couldn’t.
My eyes were locked on my son. My baby.
“Noah,” I whispered. His eyes flicked to mine, pleading, desperate.
“Ah, ah.” Edward clapped his hands mockingly. “No motherly reunions yet. We’re still negotiating.”
My grip on the gun tightened. “Let him go.”
Edward sighed dramatically. “You know, you never really had the chance to be a real mother, did you?” He shook his head in mock pity. “I mean, let’s be honest. Noah belongs to Lily.”
The rage inside me boiled over.
“He is my son!” I hissed.
A cruel laugh echoed. Lily.
She sauntered closer, her expression twisted in pure hatred. Jealousy. Resentment.
“Oh, please,” she sneered. “You were never his mother. You were just a pathetic excuse of a wife who couldn’t even keep her husband’s interest.”
I forced myself to stay calm. “Let. Him. Go.”
Lily smirked. Then, she pulled out a gun. And pressed it to Noah’s temple.
My world stopped.
Noah whimpered.
“Lily,” I warned, my voice dangerously low.
She tilted her head, her smile widening. “You want him?” she whispered. “Then surrender. Drop the gun. Get on your knees. Beg me.”
I froze.
I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let her take my baby away. I slowly loosened my grip, my fingers trembling as I prepared to lower my gun— Then, a gunshot rang out.
Lily screamed. The gun flew out of her hand. I whipped around just as Jason stepped out of the shadows, his gun still smoking.
“Touch that kid again, and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes,” he said, his voice like razor blades.
Lily clutched her bleeding hand, howling in pain.
“Jason?!” Edward’s eyes darkened. “You little traitor.”
Jason’s grip on his gun didn’t waver. “You think I’d let you bastards hurt my son?” His gaze flickered toward me for a split second. “Or her?”
Before anyone could reach, chaos erupted. Edward’s men swarmed the warehouse, guns drawn.
Jason fired first, taking down two men before diving behind a crate. I ducked just as bullets flew past my head. I scrambled for cover, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Then, A second wave of gunfire.
Ethan.
He burst through the doors with his men, his presence commanding, terrifying. His gun was already raised, precision in every shot.
The moment our eyes met, I saw it. The fury. The desperation. The promise. He would not let them take me. Or Noah.
He moved like a storm, a dark force tearing through Edward’s men, taking them down one by one. No hesitation. No mercy. Jason fought his way toward Noah, dodging bullets, taking hits but never stopping.
I surged forward, firing at every Moretti bastard who dared stand between me and my child. Lily lunged at me, her wounded hand trembling as she reached for another weapon. But I was faster.
I grabbed a metal pipe from the ground, and swung.
The impact sent her crashing to the floor, a strangled scream escaping her lips.
“You bitch!” she shrieked, scrambling back.
I leveled my gun at her head.
“I should kill you,” I said softly.
Lily froze.
For the first time, fear flashed in her eyes.
“Seraphina!” Ethan’s voice cut through the chaos. “Noah! Get to Noah!”
I didn’t hesitate. I ran. Bullets rained around me, but I didn’t stop. I reached my son, ripping the gag from his mouth, untangling the ropes as quickly as I could.
“Mommy,” Noah sobbed, his little arms wrapping around me. “I was so scared—”
“I know, baby.” I kissed his hair. “I’m here now. I won’t let them hurt you.”