Pursuing My EX Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Lilian had no idea about the chaos unfolding online.She hadn’t checked the internet all day.She wasn’t aware that her name was trending, nor did she know that thousands of people were discussing her, analyzing her face, comparing her to Lily, and debating her identity.She simply didn’t care.Her life had changed so drastically in such a short time that she barely had the energy to focus on anything outside her immediate world.At this moment, all she wanted was some peace.She walked into the spacious, elegantly furnished living room, where her brothers and father were seated. The large crystal chandelier cast a soft, golden glow over the room, making everything feel warm and inviting.Yet, despite the comfortable atmosphere, there was a strange tension in the air.Something felt off.Lilian smiled brightly when she saw them. “I’m back,” she said in a cheerful tone.Noah, who had been leaning lazily against the couch, immediately perked up.“Welcome back,” he greeted. Then, with a

Noah raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by the situation unfolding before him.Moses, unfazed, shrugged his shoulders. He glanced at the email address once again, but there was nothing. The address was null—completely untraceable. Frustrated, Moses looked up at Franklin, his expression turning more serious. “Can you find the person’s email address? If we could find a way to become friends with them, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. We could use that to our advantage,” Moses suggested, his voice calm but with an edge of determination.Franklin shook his head, the frustration evident in his own voice. “No, it’s impossible. The person used a one-time email address. It’s designed to disappear once it’s been used. No way to track it,” he explained, his tone apologetic but firm.Moses furrowed his brow at the news. “But how did they know we’d need this information?” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “Who is this person? Why are they so involved in all this?” His mind was racing wit

Marcus said nothing.His grandfather observed him carefully before speaking again. “Your mother told me the other day that it’s Lily you love. Is that true?”Marcus met his grandfather’s gaze but did not answer the question directly. “I will find a way to solve the problems,” he said, his voice steady but distant. Then, without another word, he stood up, bowed his head slightly as a sign of respect, and walked out of the house.Grandpa Thompson didn’t stop him. Instead, he turned to Isabella, his eyes weary. “You can leave too,” he said, his tone quiet yet firm.Isabella hesitated for a moment, watching as her father closed his eyes. She could tell he was exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally. Whenever he closed his eyes like that, it meant he didn’t want to be disturbed.She let out a small sigh and stood up, leaving the room without another word.Marcus drove aimlessly for what felt like hours, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions he wasn’t ready to face. His hands gripped

Isabella, Mrs Thompson sat at a dimly lit restaurant with a group of friends, the warm ambiance buzzing with cheerful conversation and laughter. The soft clinking of glasses and the low hum of background music filled the space, creating a cozy and elegant atmosphere.She had been trying to enjoy the evening, but something felt off. There was a lingering unease in the pit of her stomach, though she couldn’t quite place why.Then, out of nowhere, one of her friends turned to her with an inquisitive expression.“You adore Lily so much. So why did you cancel the wedding?” The friend leaned in slightly, her voice laced with curiosity. “Did she do something?”The question hit Isabella like a cold gust of wind.For a moment, she sat frozen, her fingers tightening slightly around the stem of her wine glass. She had anticipated this question at some point, but not tonight. Not here.The truth was, Lily hadn’t done anything wrong. The decision to cancel the wedding had been hers alone, and the

Marcus had also found out about the news circulating on the internet. His personal assistant was the first to tell him.“Tell them to take the news down,” Marcus instructed, his tone serious.“Oh, alright, sir,” his assistant responded. His fingers moved quickly across his phone screen, but moments later he blinked, looking confused. “I think the news has already been removed,” he said, his expression mixed with surprise and disbelief.Marcus raised an eyebrow. “It must be Moses,” he murmured to himself, letting out a heavy sigh. “She has so many people who care about her, people willing to protect her at any cost.” He felt a wave of relief wash over him as he thought of how surrounded Lilian was with people who cared for her deeply, her family especially. Though he couldn’t be the one protecting her, it comforted him to know that there were others looking out for her.As his mind lingered on Lilian, the shrill sound of his phone ringing cut through his thoughts.Ringggg.Marcus glanc