Semua Bab Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Lyvanne’s POVI wasn’t nervous. I was furious. I was so furious that I was certain my anger could boil an egg.The heat in my chest burned hotter than stage lights. This competition wasn’t about designs anymore—it was about my name, my truth, and my dignity. And I was ready to fight for it.I hadn’t returned Alexander’s calls since the betrayal. His denial meant nothing. The leaked chat between us had been enough proof, and though some part of me still clung to the memory of his sincerity, the reality was loud: he chose Isabelle. He always chooses her over even though she's the one at fault.It's time I show him that I'm not the type to be messed with. Enough is enough!I stepped out of my car into the buzzing crowd outside her company’s event hall. Cameras flashed immediately. Reporters called my name, hoping for a statement, but I ignored them all and walked in with poise. My pride wrapped around me like armor.Were they that b

Lyvanne’s POVThe sharp, ringing sound pierced through my ears like an alarm inside my skull. My eyelids were heavy to lift, but I managed to raise them.I stirred slowly, my body still sore, my head pounding. As my eyes fluttered open, unfamiliar walls stared back at me. They were deep grey, trimmed with black and royal blue. The air was cool and fresh with an unfamiliar atmosphere that left me dumbfounded. Was I kidnapped or something? Was I not supposed to wake up in my regular bed? Why this strange place?As I was lost in thought while scanning the room, something caught my attention. The fresh air carried a scent I knew all too well. I shouldn't be thinking what I'm thinking.Alexander? I blinked repeatedly, sitting up with effort. “No. No, no, no…” I murmured, trying not to believe my eyes.Just as I sat up on the bed, I recognized the masculine color palette, the sleek, expensive furniture, and the faint co

Lyvanne’s POVThe silence in the dining room was heavier than the gold chandelier above us. I can't believe I'm sitting here with Alex just because I needed an explanation for his kindness towards me.I couldn't even comprehend why my curiosity caged me and kept controlling me like a slave. I sat across from Alexander, barely touching my food. The scent of grilled salmon and roasted potatoes did nothing to ease the gnawing ache in my chest. My fork moved on instinct, poking at the meal, but my mind was too clouded to taste anything. Of course, I was starving when I woke up from that bed, but right now there's no sign of hunger in my stomach. Why? I couldn't tell why I was no longer feeling hungry. Perhaps I just need an explanation before leaving the mansion where I was once kicked away by… umm…I don't want to remember that.Sitting confused, I glanced around the room, my eyes catching the familiar corners, the same room where I once slept on a chair because Alexander refused to let

Isabella's POV Suddenly, Alex went mute, his gaze fixed on the entrance. He swallowed hard as he tried to maintain a normal face, but to no avail. He was already too angry to fake a smiling face. From his facial expression, I could tell he felt like he'd been hit by a truck, his mind reeling. He wished he could complete what he wanted to say, but the opportunity wasn't there.Someone he fears or maybe someone he respects must have entered the room, which triggered that reaction.But who could that be? I hope it isn't who I'm thinking about.With curiosity holding me hostage, I swiftly turned around to see who it was. And boom! My eyes landed on her, Alex's Mum. My eyes lit up in excitement, and I couldn't hide. Thankfully, I was backing Alex so he could notice my excitement upon seeing his mum.“Whats…” Jessica attempted to speak, but her words hung in the air. The smiley face I saw earlier was no longer there. Her gaze was buried on my petite face.“What’s going on here, Alex?”

Alexander's POV ‘Does that mean everything I have been through to win Lyvanne back will go in vain? Will I just stand here and let that happen?’ I was lost in thought as I stood in place, speechless, yet my eyes were on Isabella, but my attention wasn't on her. It was as if I knew something was going to come up. What kind of spell did Isabella cast on my Mum that she doesn't see her wrong side even if she's at fault? The more my Mum insists on getting married to Isabella, the more I feel it was a planned thing. While I was lost in thought, Isabella called me back to reality when she cleared her throat. “Alex, I…” she swallowed hard as she managed to speak, her palms rubbing against each other. “I know this is hard on you, but you should know that your Mum wants the best for you; that's why she's doing this. You…” “Just shut the f*ck up, Isabella,” I screamed at the top of my voice, causing her to tremble. I was beyond rage. It was as if I should strangle her to death. “My Mum is