All Chapters of Please Come Back! Ex-wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The cold nibbled at Lillian’s bones as she hurried through the snow-covered streets of London, clutching her tiny daughter, Natasha, tightly against her chest. She was nineteen, barely more than a child herself, in a world that felt as if it was closing in on her. Each step she took was burdened not just by the weight of her daughter but by the silent hopes and fears she harbored within. She was young, unprepared, and alone. Her mind drifted, as it often did, to thoughts of her lover, Williams. The man who had once looked at her with such promise had quickly turned cold when he discovered she was pregnant. In his eyes, Natasha had been an inconvenience, a future he had no desire to accept. He walked away without hesitation, leaving Lillian to face the harsh reality alone. She’d spent many sleepless nights wondering if she could have changed his mind or softened his hardened heart, but in the end, the answer was always the same: he had chosen himself over them. Lillian pushed ope

Life happened after Vanessa left for London, Daniel and Natasha’s relationship blossomed. They found themselves drawn to each other in a way that felt inevitable, like a magnet pulling them together. Their marriage was filled with hope, a promise of a future built on trust and love. But life had other plans, testing their bond with trials neither could have predicted. Not long after their wedding, tragedy struck. Mr. Sterling, who had been a father figure to Natasha, was involved in a severe car accident on his way home. The news came as a devastating shock. At the hospital, Natasha clutched Daniel’s hand tightly, her voice a whisper as she looked up at him. “He can’t be gone, Daniel… He’s the reason I’m even here, the reason I had a chance. He’s family.” Daniel wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “I know, Natasha. I know.” His voice trembled. Mr. Sterling had been his father in every sens

His words hung in the air, and Tasha struggled to process them. Her whole life had been a journey shaped by loss and resilience. And now, the man sitting across from her was revealing himself as the father she never knew. “What... what do you want from me?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. Mr. Belvoir’s gaze softened, his voice gentle. “Nothing, Natasha. I just want a chance to know you, to be the father I should have been.” Tasha's lips trembled as she struggled to hold back her tears. “I... I can't do this. Not right now,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She stood abruptly, turning away before the tears spilled over. Without another word, she walked out, leaving Mr. Belvoir sitting alone, regret etched into his expression as he watched her go. Back at the apartment, Aunt Linda noticed Tasha’s troubled face when she returned and quickly poured them both a cup of tea, guiding her to the kitchen table. Tasha sat down, hands wrapped around the warm

Daniel hadn’t expected to wait so long. The sterile smell of the clinic mingled with his impatient thoughts as he stood in the corridor, his mind racing with questions. Tasha’s sudden reappearance in his life had pulled him down a path he thought he’d closed long ago. And now, waiting for Dr. Hart, he felt the tug of tension and hope at war inside him. As he leaned against the wall, he noticed a doctor walking briskly down the hall. Daniel’s eyes narrowed, there was something uncomfortably familiar about him. He was certain he’d seen that face before, though the name escaped him. Memories surfaced, jagged and half-formed, of a time filled with deception and doubt. Then it hit him: five years ago, at the hospital with Venessa. His jaw tightened as he recalled Venessa’s lie, the hospital stay she’d fabricated, and this man, this doctor who had assured Daniel everything was true. It was that same face, though now aged and a little wearier. The doctor paused, catching Daniel’s gaze. T

Venessa arrived at the hospital for a routine checkup, her mood impatient and restless. As she waited in the lobby, a familiar figure caught her eye. It was Mike, Daniel’s personal driver, walking briskly down the hallway. What on earth is Mike doing here? she wondered, eyebrows raising in curiosity.She slipped from her seat and discreetly followed him, watching as he approached the nurse at the lab desk. She moved closer, trying to listen, and her interest spiked when she heard the nurse mention something about a “DNA test result.”DNA test? For Daniel? she thought, feeling a strange satisfaction building up. It wasn’t hard for her to guess that if Daniel was requesting a DNA test, it was almost certainly for Tasha’s son, Ethan. This was the perfect opportunity.She lingered until Mike left with the envelope in hand. Then, with her mind racing and a plan forming, she stepped into an empty corridor and dialed Dr. Robert the doctor who had helped