Lahat ng Kabanata ng AFTER MY EX-WIFE : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

CamillaThe streets of Los Angeles bustled with a rhythm that was both exciting and overwhelming. The golden sunlight bathed the towering buildings, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from sidewalk cafes, and the hum of traffic blended with distant laughter. It had been three weeks since we left San Francisco, and though this city was still unfamiliar, we were slowly finding our place in it. I turned into the driveway of our apartment complex, the warm glow of the afternoon sun casting long shadows. As I parked, the sound of giggles drifted through the open window. Inside, I found Ava and Marta sprawled on the living room floor, their laughter filling the space as they played with a set of building blocks. Ava’s hands darted around, constructing something grand, while Marta leaned back, letting her take the lead. “Mommy’s home!” Ava announced, her face lighting up as she jumped up and ran to hug me. “Hey, sweetheart!” I scooped her into my arms, her hair tickling my cheek

Alex The meeting with the investors had been tense, but the resolution gave me some peace. Afterward, I met with Camilla to apologize for the mess Alessia had caused. She listened, her face calm but her words sharp as she made it clear that she wouldn’t tolerate any more disruptions. I promised her I would speak to Alessia and ensure it didn’t happen again. That evening, I decided it was time to reclaim my home. For months, I had avoided the house, seeking refuge in my office or a cold hotel suite, just to escape Alessia’s relentless presence. But enough was enough. If she refused to sign the divorce papers, she couldn’t keep me from the house that was mine. As I opened the door, the air inside felt heavy, as though it had been holding its breath for months. Alessia was there, seated on the couch, her face streaked with tears. The sight didn’t move me as it once might have. Instead, I steeled myself, bracing for the inevitable confrontation. “Alex,” she cried the moment she sa

Alex Today was one of those few moments when happiness looked real, and it all started with Ava. Her grin was like a key, unlocking a portion of my heart I hadn't known was still there. Her eyes lighted when she spoke, and the small tilt of her head when she reflected—it was Camilla all over again. There was something else. The slope of her nose, the curve of her lips, and even the way her face creased in thinking made me think of a younger version of myself. I couldn't stop talking about our meeting. The gentle way her small hand rested against mine, the faith in her innocent eyes, and the melody of her laughter stirred emotions I hadn't felt in years. It was more than simply memories. Hope. A want to recover the life I had ruined through my own ignorance. Seeing Ava reminded me of everything I had lost. Her resemblance to Camilla was clear, but what about the characteristics that mirrored mine? They were a revelation, a possibility I hadn't explored until now. Could she really

Camilla "Hi, David," I mumbled, my voice softer than I intended."Hi, Camilla," he began in his familiar, steady voice. "I finalized everything today, and I'm now in the state." "Wao... That's fast" I said with happiness."I'll see you tomorrow." He said hurriedly, like he wanted to attend to something.As the phone ended, I replied, "Okay," with a warm smile on my face. I felt a burst of relief rush over me. David was currently in Los Angeles. His presence kept me steady during some of the most terrible years of my life. He always found a way to show up, despite his busy schedule as a doctor. A late-night phone call or a simple text message made me feel less alone. I put the phone on the table and lay back on the couch, taking a big breath. The last three weeks had been a whirlwind of chores and feelings. With Ava's change to her new school, the pressures of Millach Ltd., and the lingering shadows of my past, I felt like I was balancing on a tightrope. Knowing David was here

CamillaWe arrived at Julie's apartment, and she slumped onto the couch with a heavy sigh, the weight of her feelings evident in every movement. "Thank you for coming to my rescue," she said quietly. "I'm glad I could help," I said, setting her medications on the table. But my relief was quickly followed by wrath. "Julie, but you shouldn't have done that," I said firmly, my voice filled with fear. Her eyes welled up with tears, which quickly rolled down her cheeks. She looked at me, her sadness sharp and overwhelming. "I just wanted to end it all," she explained, her voice cracking. "I wanted to escape everything." Her words struck me like a punch to the chest. I drew closer, my voice full of surprise and hurt. "Would you end your life? Over a man? Julie, you deserve so much better than this. "Don't let him take everything from you." She wiped away her tears with the back of her fingers and shook her head. "We were supposed to get married in a month," she exclaimed. "I tol