Todos los capítulos de The CEO’s Ex-wife Returns: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Chapter 131 Lucas’s Pov“What is wrong with you, Lucas?” Lisa’s voice screeched through the house the moment I walked in. I barely had the energy to acknowledge her. My mind was still tangled in the heated argument I’d had with Sienna. The image of her yelling at me, tears streaming down her face, was burned into my memory. “Lucas!” Lisa yelled again, stepping in front of me and blocking my path. I stopped, narrowing my eyes at her. “What now, Lisa?” Her eyes flared with anger. “What now? Really? You’ve been distant for weeks, and now Sienna’s back in town, stirring up all kinds of trouble. And you expect me to just sit here and take it?” “Leave her out of this,” I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. She scoffed, crossing her arms. “Oh, leave her out of it? You think I don’t see what’s going on? You’re obsessed with her, Lucas! You’ve been acting like a moody teenager ever since you found out she was back.” “I’m not doing this right now,” I said, brushing past her.

Chapter 133Sienna’s POVThe day had already been heavy with emotions, and I wasn’t ready for another disruption. Yet, when the doorbell rang and I saw Uncle Max standing there, I froze in surprise. “Uncle Max?” I said cautiously, opening the door wider. “Sienna,” he greeted, his voice calm but firm as he stepped inside uninvited. I blinked, shutting the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” He smiled faintly. “I came to see how you were holding up. After everything Lucas has put you through, I’d say you’re handling it better than most would.” I folded my arms, trying to maintain some composure. “How do you even know about any of this?” He shrugged, sitting down on the couch like he owned the place. “I’m his uncle, remember? He told me everything.” That caught me off guard. Lucas and Uncle Max were never close. Why would he share something so personal with him? I sat down across from him, my brows furrowed. “I find it hard to believe that Lucas would confide in

Chapter 135Ryan's Pov. "I can't just give up," I muttered to myself, staring at the pile of gifts I’d meticulously selected for Sienna. Everything was top-tier, from the restaurant’s financial plans to the imported decorations I had delivered. She deserved the best, and if she couldn’t see that yet, I was determined to make her. I arrived at her doorstep with everything packed neatly in my car. My heart raced as I approached the door, gifts in hand. It had been days since I last saw her, and each moment without her felt like an eternity. When Sienna opened the door, her face was a mix of surprise and frustration. “What is all this, Ryan?” she asked, her voice heavy with irritation. “It’s for you,” I said, grinning as I held out the gifts. “I wanted to show you how much you mean to me.” She stepped back, narrowing her eyes. “Ryan, I told you already. Stop wasting your money. This…” she gestured to the boxes in my hands, “...this isn’t what I need.” “But it’s what you

Chapter 137 Lucas’s Pov“I should have never announced the engagement,” I muttered, staring at the glass of whiskey in my hand. The dim light in my study cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the mess my life had become. Lisa’s behavior was driving me to the edge. Every day, she found new ways to make me regret the decision. Late-night clubbing, coming home drunk, ignoring me completely, it was as if she had forgotten the engagement even existed. I hadn’t seen her sober in days, and the rare moments we spoke were filled with arguments. My company was in shambles. Once a prestigious name, it had fallen off the list of top 20 most recognized businesses in the country. I had lost workers, clients, and my own confidence. The people I used to rely on had abandoned me one by one, leaving me to pick up the pieces alone. The loneliness was suffocating. I closed my eyes, and Sienna’s face filled my mind. Her strength, her determination, the way she carried herself despite the w

Chapter 139 Lucas’s PovThe living room was quiet except for the soft hum of the heater. Daphne was nestled against my chest, her tiny fingers clutching my shirt. She had fallen asleep halfway through our storytime, her gentle breaths rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled, unable to believe she was really here, sleeping peacefully in my arms. A warmth spread through me, a feeling I hadn’t experienced in years. She was my daughter, and at that moment, it felt like everything in my chaotic life finally made sense. Not wanting to disturb her, I leaned back against the couch and closed my eyes. The rhythmic patting of her back soon lulled me into sleep. I woke up abruptly to the sound of shouting outside. Groggy and disoriented, I blinked a few times before realizing what was happening. “Sienna,” I muttered under my breath, recognizing her voice. Her words were muffled, but it was clear she was furious. I gently shifted Daph