All Chapters of OUR MUMMY'S EX-HUSBAND WANTS TO CLAIM US NOW: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

TILDASeated inside that same unfamiliar room I had woken up in five years ago, on that same bed that held just enough secrets to keep me up at night, my mind wandered to what life might have been if I hadn’t met the stranger that night.For the quadruplets, I held no regret. Not even a little. But for everything else? I couldn’t say the same.“Mr. Gray,” Edna’s voice floated from the doorway, slicing through my thoughts.I turned sharply. “Ed—” The rest of her name caught in my throat.She stood stiffly at the threshold like she’d seen too much or knew too much. My breath shortened. My palms began to sweat in a room that was already too cold.“Is that who you’re running from?” she asked, stepping in with a quiet calm that only made my nerves buzz louder.I shook my head—more out of panic than denial—searching her face for a clue. Just how much did she know? Had she heard the rumour? That I tried to lure Oscar Gray using the children?It wasn’t true. On the contrary, I had done everyt

KRISTIEI tricked the guard to find my way into the exclusive VIP suite. The hallway leading to the upper lounge was bathed in warm gold lights, with elegant wall moldings and exotic potted plants placed with such intent it made the space feel like a royal gallery. Each step on the plush carpet silenced the echo of my heels, but it didn’t quiet the tension in my chest.The exclusive suite had a reputation—only the top 1% got in. It wasn’t for people like me. But tonight, I didn’t come as myself.With a forged identity card tucked neatly into my clutch and my voice laced with practiced confidence, I told the guard I had a prior reservation with a top CEO. I had to feign the urgency of a late executive. He glanced once at the ID, hesitated, then nodded me through.I was in.Now, my next task: find out where Oscar Gray was. If only Oscar had stuck to his usual meeting place, I would know exactly where to look.Soon I spotted a server passing by. “Excuse me, dear,” I stopped her.“Good af

THIRD PERSON “You know what, Grandma…” Alicia began, her tone light, almost playful.She curled a lock of hair around her finger and smiled in that familiar coquettish way.“Maybe you should just wait until you see Oscar tonight. Then you two can talk about everything you want—face to face.”Yes, Alicia was confident that Monsieur King would receive them. But Oscar? That was another matter entirely. She wasn’t certain he would agree to play along or even show up tonight at the King estate. And if he didn’t, what other lie could she possibly tell? How many more threads could she spin before the whole web collapsed?Truthfully, Alicia was at a loss.Still, just like always, she held on to the belief that she could maneuver her way out of it. But when she glanced at Grandma, the reassurance she hoped to find wasn’t there.Instead, the old lady gave her a long, exaggerated roll of the eyes, followed by a sigh that felt like the weight of an entire history pressing down. Her shoulders ros

OSCAR“Speak, Edna,” I ordered quietly, my back turned to her.There was silence—cold, thick, deliberate. It was as though she had vanished.“You can say what you want. I’m all ears,” I said again, calmer now, though the stillness behind me tightened something in my chest.Nothing.If she had nothing to say, then good. I didn’t have time for hesitations or distractions. I moved to close the laptop, but then—“Mr. Gray,” she murmured.She was suddenly beside me.I didn’t look at her. My eyes stayed fixed on the screen. She knew what to do. If she had something to say, she would say it.A beat passed. Then, finally: “About Miss Tilda.”My fingers froze on the keyboard. I turned to her sharply. “Has she… has she been here?”She hesitated. Her gaze darted away. I could sense the panic pulsing through her.“Edna,” I said, more gently this time.“I overheard your discussion with Stephen earlier,” she confessed, voice barely above a whisper. “About her.”“Oh, that,” I mused, brushing it off.

KRISTIEI arrived at the villa for the very first time, and the sight left me breathless.Tucked away in a secluded patch far from town, the house was modest in size but wore glamour like a crown. The walls gleamed under the amber evening sun, their polish speaking of wealth and quiet elegance. Even the silence carried a kind of grandeur.Seated in the car, I allowed myself to breathe it all in.Soon, this would be mine—mine and Oscar’s. I had already imagined how it would all come together: cozy weekend retreats, soft music wafting through the air, Oscar pouring wine while I curled up beside him in silk. This villa would become our love nest, our private sanctuary away from the noise and mess of the world.With that thought, a smile crept to my lips. Tilda would soon be nothing but a fading memory in Oscar’s mind. After all I had planned, there’d be no space left for her in his heart.I stepped out of the car, bag in hand, my heels crunching against the gravel.Odd. No one had come o