Lahat ng Kabanata ng OUR MUMMY'S EX-HUSBAND WANTS TO CLAIM US NOW: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

TILDAI returned home to find the boys glued to their laptops, fingers flying across the keyboards as though the world beyond those screens no longer existed. They barely acknowledged my presence when I stepped in.“Hello, boys,” I greeted, forcing a smile despite the weariness clinging to me.“Mom, you are back!” Dylan exclaimed, lifting his head just long enough for me to catch the delight in his eyes before he turned back to his work.“Welcome back, Mom,” Denzel and Dixon echoed almost in unison, their eyes still fixed on their laptops.I frowned lightly. “Where are Diamond and Miranda?”“They’re inside,” Denzel replied flatly, his gaze refusing to leave the screen.I folded my arms, staring at the three of them. “Are you boys still studying? I thought your classes were during the day.”Before any of them could answer, Diamond poked her little head from behind the curtain, her braids swaying as she chirped, “No, Mommy. They’re working on their coding.”I exhaled sharply, patience t

TILDA“M… mo… my…” Denzel’s lips trembled, voice breaking between pained gasps.“Don’t speak, darling,” I whispered, clutching him tighter against me.His skin burned. Every shallow breath rattled through his frail body. His forehead pulsed with unbearable heat. Guilt struck me like a knife—this was my fault. The poor living conditions, the lack of proper care, the endless hiding. I had failed him.“We must get him to the hospital right away!” Miranda dropped to her knees beside us, her voice frantic, her hands already reaching to lift him. “I’ll get a taxi.”“No!” My hand shot out, clutching her wrist before she could rise.Her eyes widened, disbelief burning through her shock. “Tilda—”“We can’t go to the hospital,” I whispered hoarsely, the words tasting of fear.“I’ll take him inside,” I muttered through clenched teeth. “I still have some medicine left. Enough to calm him.”But deep inside, I knew the truth. Denzel needed more than I could provide. He needed doctors, injections, d

OSCARI leaned forward, elbows heavy on the desk, nodding once toward Ghaza. “Answer it.”He hesitated, eyes narrowed as he glanced at the caller ID. “It’s Orion,” he mouthed again.That name alone soured the air around me. My jaw tightened, hands folding slowly. Last time, Orion had strung us along with false hope, only to ask for a ridiculous sum of money in exchange for fabricated information. I hadn’t forgotten the arrogance in his voice or the smug silence that followed when we found out it was all a sham.Still, I watched as Ghaza picked up the call, pressing the phone to his ear. His face remained neutral at first—then tensed.“Stop playing, Orion,” Ghaza said flatly. “Why did you call?”I stayed quiet, but my ears strained toward the conversation.Silence.Then, “You called me. You better have something real to say this time or—”I watched Ghaza’s jaw clench, his back slightly arched as he leaned into the phone like proximity would force the truth out faster.“You’re stalling

THIRD PERSONOn the way back to the shade, Gideon practically held his heart in his mouth. Each step felt heavier than the last, and though the road wasn’t long, it stretched endlessly beneath his feet. He kept his gaze low, walking just behind Ghaza, who moved forward with quiet authority.It was a strange feeling being trailed by both fear and guilt.Oscar Gray of O. Gray Future Corporation wasn’t a man one lied to. Even Gideon knew better.Years ago, when he was drowning in debt and self-loathing, Oscar had found him and had extended a hand to him. Not just money—opportunity, shelter, a second chance. The man had pulled him out of his own wreckage, and that wasn’t something Gideon could ever forget.And yet, here he was—lying.He hadn’t intended to. He hadn’t known them long, but the love for the kids had grown too deep, too fast. And now, the thought of handing them over felt like betrayal.Because if Oscar was this desperate to find her, Gideon feared what mercy he wouldn't show

THIRD PERSONGideon returned to the room, heart still racing, and carefully lifted the hatch to the roof. One by one, he helped them down—Tilda, Diamond, Miranda, and the boys. As soon as the last small foot touched the floor, Gideon stepped back, overwhelmed by the sight of them safe and unharmed.He didn’t realize when his arms pulled them all close. Tilda didn’t resist. The children clung to him, warm and shaking. A tear slid down Gideon’s weathered cheek, and he let it.“Thank you,” Tilda murmured into his shoulder, voice low and raw.“No,” Gideon said, shaking his head slowly. His grip only tightened. In his mind, he repeated, I should be the one thanking you all—for staying safe. For not getting caught.“I was so scared up there, Uncle Gideon,” Diamond whispered, her small fingers tightening around his. “Who are those men? Are they bad men? Why are they after us?”Gideon crouched down until he was level with her, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “Don’t worry, littl