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59: Unfinished Desire
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His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 59: Unfinished Desire
|| Abbie ||I patted his chest, pushing him away as I scrambled to pull on my lace panties and straighten my dress. “Open the door,” I gasped, my lungs burning as I fought to regulate my shallow, frantic breathing. I sat up on the edge of the bed, trying to look anywhere but at the mess we had just made. Cale stood up, smoothed his hair, and opened the door. Rachel walked in, her arms crossed. “What do you two think you’re doing?” “Nothing,” I replied, the word sounding hollow even to my own ears. “Come on, don’t lie to me. I know what I heard, and looking at the state of you two, the atmosphere in this room says it all.” She gestured to the rumpled sheets and the heavy, electric tension still vibrating between us. “I was on my way to the kitchen when I heard moans coming from this room. What if it wasn’t me? What if it was Slade? No, scratch that—Slade wouldn’t even mind. But what if it were Barbie, or worse, Flora? Don’t you care about her feelings at all, Cale?” She reached out
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 58: Still Mine, Still Not
|| Abbie || Barbie… Barbara, or whatever her name was.Ever since we sat down for lunch, she had been giving Cale the kind of hungry ‘come-hither’ eyes that made my blood boil. She didn’t even try to hide it; her gaze was roaming over his shoulders and chest as if she were already imagining him without his shirt.Didn’t she know he had a girlfriend?Then again, some women seem to find a taken man even more appealing—like his loyalty is just a challenge for them to break.“Rachel, can you please…” Cale started, pointing toward the sauce. But before he could even finish the sentence or Rachel could reach for it, Barbara’s hand was already there. She passed it to him, leaning in so close their shoulders brushed, looking at him like she wanted to swallow him whole right there at the table.“Thank you, Barbie,” he replied.We soon finished lunch, and Rachel suggested we watch a movie. We all moved to the living room. I was heading toward the spot next to Cale, but Barbara whizzed past me
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 57: A Moment Before the Bell
|| Abbie ||Nana was buried next to her favorite son, and I finally said my final goodbye, releasing a handful of earth that felt like the heaviest weight I had ever carried. Cale was with me every step of the way—a silent, steady shadow in my grief.After the service, he took me to a quiet restaurant for lunch, where he finally convinced me to move into Rachel’s apartment. He promised he would “take care” of Mr. Miller. I didn’t ask what that meant; knowing Cale’s capacity for cold, calculated retribution, I knew the landlord wouldn’t be bothering anyone ever again.And here we were, in the sleek, modern kitchen of the apartment on moving day. I was perched at the kitchen island while Rachel moved efficiently around the stove, preparing our lunch.“Where are the children?” I asked, trying to fill the quiet.“They’re at home,” Rachel replied, smiling. “It was better to leave them there with Emilia. If they were here, they’d be turning your moving boxes into forts and playing tag throu
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
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