บททั้งหมดของ My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Elijah’s POVI hadn’t seen him in months, not since our last meeting in Paris. “Antoine Lefevre,” I greeted politely as we shook hands. “What a surprise.”“Elijah Sinclair,” he greeted me neutrally, extending a hand. “Always a pleasure. I hope I’m not intruding.”“Not at all,” I replied smoothly. “But this is unexpected. What brings you here at this hour?”His smile didn’t waver, but his eyes showed anxiety, and the faint shadows beneath them pointed at sleepless nights. I remembered the longing, the restless nights I’d spent after my own divorce from Sophia. I could see where Antoine was coming from; his situation wasn’t so different from mine once.“I apologize for the late visit,” he said. “My hotel’s nearby, and I know you’re one to burn the midnight oil. I thought I’d drop by to say hello to a well-respected business partner.”“Well,” I said, trying to gather my thoughts, “I appreciate the thought.” I motioned to the chair opposite my desk. “Please, take a seat.”He nodded, sett

Sophia’s POV"Did you hear about the new Italian place downtown?" my new colleague Elena asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as we headed into the office lobby together with Andy. "Yeah, I heard it's fantastic. I've been meaning to check it out," Mark replied, adjusting his jacket as he prepared to leave. “We should go this weekend.”“I’ll think about it,” I told them with a grin as they began to head off their separate ways. “Chat me up if you decide to go.” As they waved goodbye and headed out, I turned to walk toward the exit, eager to go home and play with Reese. But then I noticed him.At the far end of the lobby, near the large glass doors, a man stood alone. He was dressed in a dark coat that seemed too heavy for the season, his face partially obscured by a hat pulled low over his brow. His gaze was fixed directly on me, and though he stood perfectly still, his eyes pierced through the crowd of passing employees like a spotlight.My heart began to beat fast. Is this the

Sophia’s POVBefore long, Elijah and I found ourselves back in his car, this time heading to see a doctor who specialized in recovering memories long buried in the past.I stared out the window of Elijah's car, my fingers nervously tracing the seam of the seat. Elijah’s hand rested lightly on mine, a comforting anchor as we made our way to the specialist’s office.“Are you okay, Sophia?” Elijah's voice was gentle, his concern evident.I turned to him, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just a bit nervous. This feels like a big step.”He squeezed my hand in a reassuring way. “I know. But don’t worry, I’m right here. We’ll get through this together.”The specialist’s office was a modern, calming space, filled with soft lighting and muted tones. The receptionist greeted us with a warm smile and directed us to a comfortable waiting area. I sank into a plush chair, my heart racing with anticipation.Dr. Lawson, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a seemingly soothing aura, entered the room. She exten

Sophia’s POV“I’m so happy for you, and I’m proud of you, Sophia.”As Elijah’s words sunk in, a warm, fuzzy feeling bloomed in my chest, catching me off guard. Back when we were married, Elijah had rarely acknowledged my ambitions, often seeing me only as a homemaker rather than someone with her own dreams and achievements. Hearing those words from him now, after everything we’d been through, felt surreal. It was something I never thought I’d hear from him, and it touched me more deeply than I could have imagined.Before I could say anything, Kayla appeared beside us, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Hey, get a room!”I burst out laughing, and so did Elijah. Kayla and Connor went on to tease us, and even hinted about how we’d gotten together in the first place — in a party just like this so many years ago!We all laughed, and it felt so good. I never thought I’d see the day that getting pregnant after college and marrying someone who didn’t lo

Sophia’s POVElijah and I turned to her, the moment between us dissolving like mist in the morning sun. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing as I smiled at our daughter.“What are you doing?” Reese wondered. “Uh, we were just talking, kiddo,” Elijah said as he moved toward her and hugged her. “Are you okay?”I moved toward Reese, scooping her up into her arms. “What are you doing up, baby girl?” I asked, pressing a kiss to Reese's forehead.“I’m okay,” she mumbled, still looking sleepy. “I had a dream, but I forgot what it was.”I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Well, some dreams may wake us up because they’re scary or exciting. But see, Mommy and Daddy are here with you in our home. How about you say goodnight to Daddy and then we’ll get you back to bed, okay?”Reese nodded, turning to Elijah. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she said, her voice small and sweet.Elijah smiled warmly and kissed her forehead. “Goodnight, my little princess. Sleep tight.”I carr