All Chapters of Ex-Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lessie's POV We had barely stepped into the airport when we spotted Benjamin with his luggage.He waved at us, and we waved back before making our way toward him.When we reached him, Jasmine beamed at him. “Uncle Benjamin,” she greeted sweetly.“Baby Jasmine, how are you?”“I’m fine.” Jasmine’s smile widened.“What about you, boy? You good?” Benjamin asked James.“Mm, good,” James muttered.Benjamin wasn’t offended. He already knew how James felt about him.Even though I knew Benjamin wasn’t upset, I still flashed him an apologetic smile.“Alright, are we ready to go?” Sensing the tense atmosphere, I quickly changed the subject.“It’s not our flight time yet. We should wait in the waiting area.”“Oh.” I nodded in agreement.He took the two pieces of luggage from my hands, and we followed him to the waiting area.Jasmine, seemingly energized from her two-hour nap, left my side to sit with Benjamin. She immediately launched into a conversation about our shopping trip.“Uncle Ben, you

Freddie's POVWhen Lessie agreed to come with me, I was completely stunned. I never expected those words from her. I had braced myself for a battle, thinking I’d have to fight tooth and nail to get her to follow me, but instead, she agreed so easily.Even now, with her sitting in my car, it was hard to believe she was actually here.My eyes remained fixed on her as she slept. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t look away. Her long lashes rested against her fair skin, her soft, rosy lips slightly parted, it was impossible not to notice every detail.Everything about her seemed to be calling me closer, daring me to do something.I exhaled sharply and shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.With effort, I clenched my hands together and turned to stare out the window.Yet, the ride home felt unbearably slow. I kept stealing glances at Lessie, unable to resist.Her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the dim car lights. Bit by bit, I found myself leaning toward her. This time,

Lessie's POV The househelp flinched in fear at the sound of my voice. I quickly offered her an apologetic look, knowing that it was my fault for raising my voice, though I was still suspicious.“Ma’am, I’m sorry,” she said softly.“You can pretend you never heard my question. Just… please don’t be upset,” she pleaded, her eyes already brimming with tears.As I looked at her, my expression softened. Despite being a housemaid, she appeared quite young, or maybe it was just my imagination. Perhaps I had overreacted.Replaying her question in my mind, I realized it wasn’t as bad or suspicious as I had initially thought. It might have simply been a harmless question.“I’m not angry,” I assured her. “And I’m sorry for overreacting.”Hearing my words, she finally calmed down.“I’ll be leaving now.” She fiddled with her hands before turning to leave.“Wait,” I quickly stopped her. “Don’t you want to know who I am?”“You’ll tell me?” Her dull eyes suddenly brightened, and I nodded.“Actually,

Lessie's POV I bit my tongue.It was clear that she had noticed someone standing there, but now that she was actually looking at me, she seemed unsure.She blinked as if to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. “You’re… Lessie?” she asked hesitantly.I pressed my lips together and didn’t reply.Hearing her voice and seeing her face brought back unpleasant memories.Freddie’s mother had never liked me.She never once treated me kindly or wanted anything to do with me. To her, I was a stain—someone unworthy of being her son’s wife.Back then, it used to hurt. I had tried so hard to prove myself to her.But not anymore.Now, I was surprised to realize that I felt nothing toward her.I stared at her."Aren't you Lessie?" she repeated.Just like before, I stayed silent. That question wasn’t for me to answer, it was her son’s problem, not mine. It wasn’t like I wanted to be here anyway.Crossing my arms, I remained indifferent.When I didn’t respond, she turned to Freddie. "She’s Lessie,

Lessie's POV James crossed his arms. "That still doesn't answer my question," he said, his voice both firm and a little childish.I let out a sigh. "Tell me, what do you want to hear?""I want to know why you got into that car," he asked, his eyes filled with worry and curiosity.I fidgeted with my fingers. A part of me wanted to lie, but the way James was staring at me made me feel like he wouldn’t believe it."James," I paused,But before I could continue, Jasmine suddenly stepped in front of me, a deep frown on her face."Don't listen to James, Mommy. You don't have to answer him," she said, gripping my sleeve with her small, soft hands.Then she turned to James. "Stop bothering Mommy," she scolded.James shrugged. "How am I bothering Mommy?""You're making Mommy uncomfortable by asking where she went when you know she doesn’t want to say," Jasmine said, her small voice rising.Her words caught me off guard, and I suddenly felt embarrassed. I had thought I was hiding it well, but