Todos los capítulos de Chasing Back My Stunning Ex-Wife: Capítulo 271 - Capítulo 280

Reina’s POVBefore I knew what was happening, the weeks had gone past really fast. It was surprising how time went fast most of the time. I had just delivered some designs for aj international brand and I decided to take a week off to calm my nerves down since I had been working my ass off over the week. There was still a lot of work to be done but that would be attended to later. I don't care about that now. What I care about is my mental health and my physical health. As the days moved fast into weeks, Ethan’s persistence didn’t waver a bit. I could feel his frustration everytime I looked at him. It was always written all over his face and he could not hide it.I was not sure if it was at me, at himself, or at the situation we had both created. Whatever it was, I knew one thing, he wanted us to be okay.But could we be? Could we really be okay? Could we forget everything that has happened between the both of us? All these questions are difficult to answer. It was a quiet eveni

ReinaThe next morning, the sunlight shon through the bedroom windows felt softer and warmer than before.Everything felt as if the world itself had decided to give us a fresh start. Ethan was still asleep beside me and his breathing felt calm. I could not remember the last time we had shared a bed without a wall of tension between us.Quietly, I slipped out of bed and went into the kitchen. The lake house was so calm and serene in the early morning light and I could hear the sound of birdsong in t h air through the open windows.I made myself a cup of coffee and stood at the counter, staring out at the shimmering lake.This was what I wanted. Peace and a life where Ethan and I were not at each other’s throats. But could it last? That was my greatest fear. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Ethan’s footsteps behind me. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his hair messy and his eyes still heavy with sleep.“Morning, sweetheart,” he said to me. His voice was kinda

Reina I and Ethan reconciled again. After so many times of quarreling. The weeks after our reconciliation felt good at least. Ethan was attentive, loving, and almost like the man I had fallen in love with years ago. It felt too good to be true, and deep down, I could not shake the feeling that the storm wasn’t over. We were still going to have our quarrel again. One evening, as I was sitting in my home office reviewing proposals for my latest fashion campaign, my phone buzzed. It was Celia.“Reina, you are not going to believe this,” she said happily and her voice tinged with excitement and panic.“What is it?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.“I just saw Ethan,” she began.“And?”“He was at a café with a woman I didn’t recognize. They looked… close.”I felt my stomach drop. “Close how? What do you mean by that?”We just reconciled and now, Celia was telling me this? This was not true. “They were sitting in a corner booth, whispering, and he handed her a thick envelope. I did

Reina's POV I woke up to the sound of rain tapping against the window. When I turned to my side, Ethan was not in bed. Again. For the past few days, he had taken to waking up before me, always slipping out of the room quietly. He said it was to give me more time to rest, but I noticed some strange things about him. He hovered around me yet kept his distance, as though he didn’t know how to approach me anymore. I sat up slowly, careful not to let the dizziness creep in again. The doctor’s words echoed in my mind: “Stress is a major trigger.” I could not help but laugh bitterly. How did he expect me to avoid stress when my entire life already felt this stressful? I was trying not to allow myself to be very stressed but, some things won't let me. “Reina?” Ethan’s voice startled me. I had not even heard him come in. He stood in the doorway, holding a tray with what looked like breakfast. I could see some scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice. “You made br

Reina Everyday in the hospital was filled with so much pain and all I could see were patients who were attended to and nurses who were filled with so much concern. Ethan never left me for a second. He was there every morning when I woke up and every night when I drifted into restless sleep. But the accident had changed something. It was not just in my body, but in the air that surrounded us. I could feel it in the way he hovered over me, his hand brushing mine as if afraid I might shatter. I could see it in the way he looked at me. It was not just love; it was fear. And I hated it. “You are not eating enough,” Ethan said one afternoon. I pushed the food tray away, the smell of the hospital’s chicken broth making my stomach rumble. I hated the sight of food. I didn’t want to eat anything. “I’m fine.” “You are not fine, Reina,” he said, his tone hardening. He sat down beside me, his knee brushing against the edge of the bed. “You almost died.” I flinched at the word. “You