Semua Bab My billionaire ex-husband wants me back: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The café still buzzed in the background, the remnants of soft jazz spilling from open windows as Scarlet stepped out with Peter, her hand tucked comfortably in his.They’d just finished dinner — not one of those extravagant outings Peter used to think she wanted, but something intimate and quiet. A hidden corner booth, thick slices of chocolate cake, and conversations about the past they could finally laugh at. For once, they didn’t talk about Lucas. Or Don Marco. Or Racheal. Or companies, legacies, courtrooms, or scandal.They talked about travel, about books, about songs they hated and secretly loved.It was the kind of peace Scarlet had never imagined she’d have with Peter. And yet, there it was — not loud or flashy, but real.As they approached her apartment building, a sleek black car was already waiting by the curb.Scarlet paused. “That’s my grandfather’s driver.”Peter smiled slightly. “Are you expecting them?”She shook her head. “No. I wasn’t.”The window rolled down slowly,

The following morning Peter had never imagined a life like this — not even in the deepest corners of his daydreams.He lay on the couch, one hand resting against Scarlet’s bare shoulder, the other brushing idle circles on her back. The late morning sun cast golden rays across the room, flooding it in a quiet, hopeful light.She was tracing his chest with her fingertip.“What if we got married?” she asked suddenly.Peter blinked.Scarlet looked up at him, her face half-hidden beneath strands of messy hair. “I’m not saying now. But… someday. When the dust settles.”His chest rose and fell with a slow breath. “You want that?”“With you?” she smiled. “Yes. Without question.”He was silent for a beat, then touched her cheek gently. “I want it too. All of it. A life. A home. Maybe even… a family.”Scarlet’s eyes welled unexpectedly. “You’d make an amazing father.”Peter kissed her slowly, tenderly. “I’d try to be everything mine wasn’t.”She nodded against his lips. “Then maybe it’s time I

Lucas sat at the head of the long mahogany conference table, the blinds behind him half-drawn, letting in thin beams of mid-morning light. A steaming cup of coffee sat untouched beside a folder of projections, his mind miles away from numbers or meetings.He kept replaying Peter’s words over and over — *“Scarlet chose me because you lost her.”*No matter how much he tried to bury the ache, it gnawed at him. It wasn’t just the sting of jealousy, or even the shame of watching his ex-wife move on.It was the realization that Peter — the brother he once mocked for growing up in the shadows — had become everything he was not.A leader.A man Scarlet could actually love.A knock on the door jolted him.“Yes?” he said, voice low.His secretary peeked in. “Sir… I think you’ll want to hear this.”She stepped aside for his personal assistant, Daniel, a sharp, well-informed man with his tablet in hand.“Investors,” Daniel said, eyes gleaming. “We’re seeing activity again.”Lucas blinked. “What k

The office of Lucas Enterprises buzzed with the usual Monday morning rhythm — phones ringing, shoes clacking across tiled floors, and assistants moving in and out with updates and reports.Lucas leaned back in his chair, reviewing a marketing pitch when his secretary entered holding a slim black box and a single rose wrapped in silk paper.“Sir,” she said, smiling. “This was delivered for you.”He frowned slightly. “From who?”“No name. Just a note.”She handed him a small card.Lucas opened the envelope, curious.***“Happy Birthday, Lucas. Some things are timeless — like a rose, and memories of us riding bikes down Iverson Street. – L.”***Lucas blinked.L?He opened the box. Inside was a luxurious bottle of **Santal Absolu** — a rare fragrance he hadn’t worn since he was twenty-one. The scent brought memories flooding back.He hadn’t even realized it was his birthday.A soft knock pulled him from his thoughts.The door opened.And there she stood.**Loretta James.**Her hair was lon

The morning of the wedding bloomed with golden sunlight and a sky so clear it felt like heaven had pressed pause. A soft breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of roses and jasmine, while doves nestled on branches like nature’s blessing.The garden venue looked like a dream carved into the earth — tall white arches wrapped in ivory flowers and draped silk, chairs arranged in perfect symmetry, and a floral aisle lined with petals that shimmered like snow.A vintage quartet played quietly, their strings echoing through the crisp air as guests arrived, dressed in soft pastels and quiet elegance.It wasn’t just a wedding.It was a rebirth.---**Scarlet stood inside the bridal suite**, her back to the mirror, veil gently pinned by her stylist. Her heart pounded — not from fear, but awe. The woman staring back at her in the mirror wore no sorrow. She wasn’t the shattered soul she used to be.She was radiant. Whole.And in love.Lyssa stepped in with a breathless smile. “Eve