Lahat ng Kabanata ng Please Come Back! Ex-wife: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The ride to the atelier was a blur, her mind running through everything that needed to be done. The fashion contest was looming closer, and the pressure was mounting. But this wasn’t just any competition, it was her chance to make a mark, to solidify her place back in New York’s elite fashion world. When she arrived at the atelier, the familiar hum of activity greeted her. The team was already at work, mannequins stood draped in half-finished gowns, bolts of fabric lay across worktables, and the sound of sewing machines filled the air. This was where Tasha felt most alive, where her creativity could flow freely. “Good morning, everyone,” Tasha called out as she stepped inside. The team greeted her with nods and smiles, eager to hear her next instructions. She walked straight to the design board, studying the sketches she had been working on for weeks. The evening gown was almost complete, but something about the design still felt... off. One of her seamstresses approached, holdi

Later that evening, Tasha went to Ethan's room. The light in the hallway cast a soft glow into the space, revealing Ethan sitting cross-legged on his bed, his small face etched with confusion. Tasha could see he was still bothered by what had happened earlier with Venessa. She tried to steady herself as she approached him, determined to offer comfort and clarity. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed. “You doing okay?” Ethan looked up at her, his eyes big and filled with questions. “Mom, why did that lady call me that? What's a ‘basta...?’” Before he could finish, Tasha cut him off gently, “Don't say that word, honey. It's not a good word, and you don't ever need to repeat it.” “But why did she say it?” Ethan pressed, his voice filled with the innocent curiosity only a child could have. “Is it because I don't have a real dad?” Tasha's heart clenched at his words. She hadn’t anticipated this moment—having to explain such harsh realities to him. Sh

Tasha slowly stood, her heart thudding in her chest. She had prepared herself for this moment, Daniel being reintroduced into her professional life, but nothing could quite compare to the reality of standing in front of him once again. Robbin, sensing the shift in energy, stood beside her but remained silent. His eyes flicked between Tasha and Daniel, though he was unaware of the deeper history between them. "Daniel," Mr. Belvoir continued, motioning toward him, "this is Tasha, the creative genius behind the designs we’ve been so excited about. Tasha, Daniel is one of our biggest investors for the project." Daniel’s expression was composed, his eyes flickering with something Tasha couldn’t quite place. His hand extended toward her, and she hesitated only briefly before taking it. "Nice to meet you," Daniel said, his voice deep and steady. Tasha met his gaze evenly. "Likewise," she responded, her voice calm though her thoughts were racing. Their handshake lingered a momen

“Not that serious?” Daniel's voice came out low, cold, almost dangerous. His fists clenched at his sides, the weight of Venessa’s words sinking into him like a knife. “She saved your life, Venessa. And you... you trashed it like it meant nothing?” Venessa rolled her eyes, that infuriating smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She had always been this way careless, selfish, and utterly incapable of seeing beyond her own needs. Daniel couldn’t help but think how wrong he had been about her all those years ago. "Spare me the lecture, Daniel," she shot back, her voice dripping with disdain. "You think you're some kind of hero, don't you? Running to her defense like she’s some martyr? She came between us, She’s not innocent. None of us are." His jaw tightened as he took a step closer, anger coursing through him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Tasha had given up her blood to save Venessa’s life, and this was how she repaid her? With mockery and disdain? But before he could

Back in his apartment, Daniel couldn’t shake the thoughts that swirled in his mind. Robbin... Are they really married? he wondered, pacing the floor. Has Tasha really moved on? The image of Ethan calling Robbin "Dad" played over and over in his head. But then, at another moment, the boy had called him "Uncle Robbin." Daniel couldn’t piece it together. Was Robbin just a close friend? Or had Tasha truly built a new life without him? He clenched his fists, feeling a tightness in his chest. The uncertainty gnawed at him, but he wasn’t ready to face the truth just yet. Daniel leaned against the window, staring blankly at the city below, lost in thought. The idea of Tasha moving on, building a new life with Robbin, felt like a weight he couldn't shake off. He ran his hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. Ethan called him Dad... but also Uncle Robbin. Daniel’s mind spun, trying to figure out their relationship. His heart wanted to believe Tasha hadn’t moved on, but