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His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 56: The Storm I Wanted
|| Abbie ||Everyone has left, and Nana’s body has been taken away; tomorrow will be the burial. I’m planning to bury her near her eldest son—my uncle. I managed to take a quick shower to feel human again, but nothing can wash away the agonizing ache in my heart or the hollow, blank space where my future used to be. The silence in the apartment is the loudest thing I’ve ever heard, a constant reminder that I am truly alone now.Rachel pleaded with me to go back to her apartment, but I thanked her and told her I couldn’t. I’d rather stay here, among the ghosts of the only life I’ve ever known, even if the walls feel like they’re closing in.I walked into the living room attached to the dining area, and there was Cale, sitting at the dining table. He looked tired, the shadows under his eyes matching the darkness of the night.“You haven’t left?” I asked softly.“I can’t leave you alone,” he said, his voice steady and low.I walked over and sat across from him. “Cale, I can take care of
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 55: The Stairs Between Us
|| Cale || I coughed—a harsh, grating sound that rattled in my chest—as I sat on the apartment stairs outside, trying to stop the world from spinning. I heard soft footsteps behind me before Rachel sat down and handed me a glass of lukewarm salt water with lemon to help settle the alcohol. Steam rose from the glass, biting at my nose, cutting through the haze in my brain.I took it from her. “Thank you.”“You shouldn’t have done that,” she said quietly. “You almost killed him.”“He deserved—”She cut me off. “I know what he did, and honestly, it would have been great if you’d ended that bastard. He disrespected her and her mother right in front of Nana’s body—he should have died. But you can’t protect her if you’re rotting in a jail cell, Cale. You have to be smarter.”“Well, maybe I should have just finished him… at least my life would finally be straightened out behind bars,” I muttered, staring into the murky water.She laughed at that—a small sound—and I found myself chuckling al
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 54: No Place Is Sacred
|| Abbie ||People have started arriving to say a final goodbye to Nana. I never thought so many people would show up; it seems as though the entire neighborhood has come to pay their respects. Before he left, Cale handled the arrangements. He ordered a full spread of catering—exactly what’s expected for a proper wake.I can’t express how grateful I am, even though I never wanted to be beholden to him. My friends from the company have taken charge of the service and the guests, allowing me the space to simply grieve.I was sitting on the bed beside her. She looked so beautiful, yet so hauntingly lifeless—like a wax figure of the woman who raised me. She told me we would talk today, but that talk is never happening. The silence in the room is heavy, suffocating—a reminder of everything left unsaid.“Hello, Abbie.”I heard the voice of the person I wanted to hear least in this world. What the fuck does she think she’s doing here? Coming into this sacred space with her poison felt like a
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 53: The Night She Left
|| Cale ||I was having a beautiful dream, the kind I hardly ever have anymore, with Nana and Abbie. We were in their small, cozy house; I was under the sink repairing a leak, while Abbie sat on the counter, swinging her legs and reading aloud to me from a book. Nana was at the stove, the air thick with the scent of her herb-roasted chicken and fresh bread. The house felt warm, safe, and filled with a golden light that didn’t exist in my waking life.We finished our chores and sat down for dinner. Nana reached out and held our hands together in a circle.“I want you to always be together… forever. Forgive each other and move on, because love is the only thing that outlives us,” she said. Then her voice simply faded, and she wasn’t able to speak again.Abbie and I were staring at each other, smiling, when a phone started ringing. It was a jarring, intrusive sound that didn’t belong in that peaceful kitchen.The ringing continued until I jolted awake, my heart racing as the golden dream
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 52: The Hell We Share
|| Cale ||I walked into my apartment and hung the keys on the hook. I moved toward the living room, and there was Flora, sitting on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn. I walked past her and saw she was watching one of her graphic adult films.I stood watching her for a second, but she ignored me completely.I did the same and headed for the stairs. In the bedroom, I stripped off my clothes and got into the shower. I let the water wash over me when the door opened and Flora walked in, naked.She moved toward me and knelt, taking my thick, huge cock in her hand. She started massaging it before taking me into her mouth. Flora knows exactly how to make a man lose his mind, and I leaned against the glass, letting out a groan—until a sharp sting shot through me as she bit my inner thigh.“Fucking bitch…”I reached down and grabbed her by the throat, forcing her up to her feet.She spat in my face, and I washed the moisture away as the water flowed over me. I shoved her against the glass, her
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 51: The Long Way Down
|| Cale ||I made sure she had entered the house and locked the door, even though my heart was thudding against my ribs and my veins were humming with a desperate, frantic need to go back and knock just so I could stay with her. I’m always worried about her, even though I know Abbie can take care of herself. But now, with the weight of my promise to Nana, I want to do better—yet I know she wants nothing to do with me.I had no choice when it comes to Abbie; only her choice matters.Then again, does a bastard like me even have a choice?I was dropped at the front of an orphanage as a newborn. I grew up with nobody wanting me; I was the kid the other children avoided, the one who sat in the corner of the playground while the world passed me by.I left that hellhole when I was eighteen and immediately got entangled with the wrong crowd. Still, I had just enough damn discipline to use the money I made on the streets to get into university. I always loved studying, but I never stopped my a
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