All Chapters of OUR MUMMY'S EX-HUSBAND WANTS TO CLAIM US NOW: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

TILDAAfter I was done telling Miranda the event at the office, she followed closely behind me. “What was your response, Tilda?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.I entered the kitchen and stood by the window, staring outside, lost in thought. His words from earlier echoed in my mind. “Just two weeks, Tilda. If I can make you fall for me, then you must marry me.”I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Coming back to Houston was never supposed to lead to this—especially not with Oscar Gray.And yet, I couldn’t shake the lingering dread—the unsettling thought of the stranger from that night. Nothing about it made sense, but the feeling clung to me.Miranda stepped closer, her gaze soft with understanding. In that moment, she reminded me of a mother—a gab Megan was never able to fill in. Megan didn’t always conceal her disgust for me, but I was so desperate for a full perfect family that I chose to overlook everything. I never thought they would go as far as they did.“Ta

OSCAR GRAY“You should tell her about your health, Boss,” Steven urged, his voice low but firm.Weakly, I shook my head. “No, Steven. Not yet.”“Delaying might only make things worse. There’s been no improvement. Tilda deserves to know,” he insisted.My chest tightened as the past rushed back to me. “Alicia left, Steven,” I said, my voice quieter.Steven stepped closer. “But Tilda is nothing like Alicia Strafford. You should be open with her from the start.”I exhaled slowly, then looked away. He was right, but I doubt I could handle another rejection, especially from Tilda.“You must leave now, Steven. Tilda will be here soon, and I don’t want her to meet you yet.”He nodded. “I understand, Boss. Sam is here, and I’ll send a guard and two servants over.”“Just Sam is enough. I’m not staying here forever,” I declined.Steven sighed. “Okay, Boss.” He bowed slightly before walking out.Dr. Gerald had said I’d be here until the weekend, but once I felt strong enough, I would insist on le

STEVENI picked up the call. “Hello, this is Steven speaking.”“Hello, Mr. Steven, this is Dylan,” the kid replied.“Oh, Dylan. How are your siblings? Has school dismissed for the day?” I asked.“Yes, sir, we just got out,” he replied. “Can I speak to Mr. Gray, please?”I hesitated. “Oh…”“Are you not with Mr. Gray, Mr. Steven?” he asked. “My brothers and I would like to see him.”Without confirming from Boss, I revealed his situation. “Boss was admitted to Starcare Medical Institute yesterday.”“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Give me a moment, Mr. Steven.”The line went silent for a while, and then he returned. “Are you still there, Mr. Steven?”“Yes, Dylan, I’m here. Waiting for your feedback,” I respondedHe went on. “Okay, Mr. Steven. We have about twenty minutes before Miranda comes to pick us up. Starcare Medical Institute is only a couple of blocks away from our school.”“What?” I muttered, trying to grasp what he was driving at.“We’ll be there soon,” he stated.“You kids, you should—” B

TILDA“You know, Tilda, I’m really impressed with how you’re handling things at the office. Chloe won’t stop singing your praises,” he said with a chuckle. “Honestly, if I didn’t have the final say, the board might have voted me out in your favor.”“I’m just doing my best, sir,” I replied.He squeezed my hand gently. “Or maybe I should stay in the hospital. I’m afraid you may never be this close if I get well.”“Oops!” I gasped, glancing at my phone.“Is something wrong?” he asked.I stood up quickly. “I have to leave now, sir. It’s almost seven.”He rose too, locking eyes with me. “You can’t keep avoiding this, Tilda.”“Please, I really have to go. I lost track of time,” I pleaded.“That’s fine. Sam will take you home.” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly disappointed. “Come over before work in the morning,” he added.I nodded. “I’ll be fine, sir. I can find my way back.”Before he could respond, I hurried out.Outside, I rummaged through my bag and froze—I had grabbed the wrong

OSCAR GRAY“No, no, Oscar, you aren’t allowed to take this.” Wilson shoved my hand away playfully as I reached for the bottle of wine.I raised an eyebrow at him. “And why not?”Wilson Jack, owner of the top architectural firm in the city, had been one of my closest friends since childhood. Together with Gerald, we had grown up in privilege, bound by family ties and high social status.“You don’t ask me, bro,” Gerald said, raising his hands in surrender.As my doctor, Gerald Daniels had already warned me about drinking, but it wasn’t like I indulged every day. I just wanted one sip—to celebrate life, or at least what was left of it. Besides, I was feeling much better.I shot Wilson a look. “If I’m not allowed to drink, why’d you bring it here to my hospital room?”He smirked, pouring himself a glass. “I came to visit, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a drink.”Defeated, I grabbed my water bottle instead, downing it in one gulp. From my spot on the balcony, I gazed out at the hospit