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85: The Spark and the Flame
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His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 85: The Spark and the Flame
|| Abbie || Her eyes were hooded, radiating a calm, assured confidence.“Where are the girls?” I asked, my voice barely holding steady.“There will be no other girls,” she said. “I’m going to help you two find the spark you’ve been missing. I’m going to give you a session in honesty. What you need to know is that this can get messy—emotions are going to bleed, but that’s the point.”“What’s going to happen?” I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.“I’m going to push Cale to the edge,” she said, looking like a true madam of the night. “Don’t worry—we’re keeping our clothes on for the start. I’m just the spark, Abbie. You’re the one who’s going to finish it. You’re the one he actually wants to burn for.”“Are you okay with that? Trust me, it’s going to be a lot of fun,” Francesca added, her gaze shifting to Cale.“If he’s okay with it,” I managed to say.“Oh, trust me, he is,” Francesca said. Cale’s face was a mask of unreadable intensity, but he didn’t move to stop her. He looked
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 84: Where the Ice Melts
|| Abbie ||Our second meeting with Mr. Magnusson was a triumph. After hours of intense back-and-forth, he finally agreed to our terms, and we made a few strategic concessions of our own.To celebrate, Cale surprised me by letting me choose our lunch spot. I chose a small, rustic bistro that served authentic Icelandic lamb stew and warm sourdough bread. I knew Cale loved hearty comfort food when he was stressed, and seeing him relax as he ate made the victory taste even sweeter.Afterward, we spent the afternoon sightseeing. We wandered through the streets of the town.We actually had fun—real, unguarded fun. We took pictures like tourists, laughing as the wind whipped our hair into our faces; it felt like we were just two people falling in love all over again.I told myself the feeling would last, even as a quiet unease crept in—an awareness that moments like this were fragile, and that nightfall had a way of demanding the truth.The light faded fast as evening arrived. We headed to
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 83: The Invitation
|| Abbie || “It’s so good to see you! I mean, look at you both… my childhood faith in true love is coming back. I’m actually starting to believe in fairy tales again,” Francesca said, her wide smile beaming at Cale. “Didn’t I tell you back then that she was the one meant for you?” “Yeah, you did. And I never doubted it,” Cale replied, his voice dropping into that smooth, convincing baritone drawl. He took my hand in his, raising it to his lips to graze my knuckles with a lingering kiss. “Abbie is the only girl for me.” “Eww… so cute! Are you two married yet?” she chirped. “No,” I said quickly. I was about to elaborate on our complicated status when Cale cut in. “What are you even doing in Iceland? Didn’t you tell me you were moving to Mexico? Or was it Spain?” he asked, clearly trying to shift the spotlight. “Spain. I told you I was going to Spain, and I did. I actually ended up getting married there… but he ended up dying,” she replied with a nonchalant shrug. ‘Or she killed
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 82: Unexpected Fire
|| Abbie || The next morning, we woke to a world painted in frost. Our meeting with Mr. Magnusson was intense; the shipping routes through the North Atlantic were a logistical nightmare, complicated by seasonal weather windows and insurance constraints, and the old man was as stubborn as set concrete. We haven’t reached a full understanding yet, but the negotiations are finally moving in the right direction, leaving us both mentally drained.During the ride back to the hotel in our rental car, the heater humming against the biting chill, Cale glanced at me.“What do you think about the gala tonight?”“What about it?” I asked, keeping my gaze on the passing snowdrifts, though I knew exactly what he was getting at.“Do you think we should… go?” he asked, his voice cautious.“Why not? We have nothing else to do, do we?”Cale didn't just take me to a store; he took me to a high-end mall. Even though I insisted I didn't need a new dress, he wouldn't back down. He took a seat in a plush v
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 81: Written on His Heart
|| Abbie ||Cale was still in the shower. I was grateful he’d let me go first, but even though I’d used scalding hot water to bathe, the Icelandic chill still felt like it was seeping into my bones. I didn’t think I could survive in this city; I was only holding on to the hope that we wouldn’t stay the full week.He walked out of the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the water droplets as they slid through his damp, silky hair, plastered against his forehead and down the hard planes of his tattooed arms. He looked like a vision of heat in this frozen room, sending a phantom warmth through me that made my skin prickle. But when my gaze reached his chest, my heart felt like it had been violently ripped from my ribs.Right there, directly over his heart, was my name.Abbie.I knew he had my name on his inner thigh—a secret, intimate mark—but this was new. Bold. Permanent. Had he done this right after our breakup?“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, reaching for
His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife 80: Breath and Fire
|| Abbie ||We finally touched down in Reykjavík, Iceland, the wheels hitting the tarmac with a reassuring thud after the ordeal in the sky. Once the jet was stable, the cabin felt unnervingly still, the only sound being our ragged breathing. Later, the pilot called it clear-air turbulence—an invisible wall of wind we never saw coming—but Cale wasn’t taking any chances. He immediately ordered a full diagnostic and a proper safety check when we landed, noting that since the jet hadn’t been used in months, he wanted to ensure every bolt was tightened before we dared to fly back home.Right at the airport, the biting northern wind hit us. Cale took one look at my shivering frame and stopped at a high-end boutique in the terminal, buying us heavy, charcoal-wool trench coats lined with shearling. It wasn’t an understatement; the city was bone-chillingly cold, the air smelling of salt and distant glaciers.As we arrived at the luxury hotel nestled in the heart of the city, the real proble
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