Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back After Two Years Of Divorce : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Jackson. I took the stairs down slowly while trying to knot my tie. I still hadn’t gotten the hang of doing it myself. The sound of my shoe hitting the steps reverberated throughout the place, the echo bouncing back to me, making me know how empty the house was. Without Nicole here, the whole place felt empty—more like a roof over my head than a home. As I stepped into the living room, I paused when I saw two figures sitting on the couch. From the look on their faces, I could tell they were waiting for me. “Jackson, thank God you’re here,” Mom said, getting to her feet the moment she saw me. I frowned, glancing at Shirley, who was now staring at me, then back at my mom. “Is something wrong?” “Do you need me to send more money to your account, Shirley?” I asked, hoping that was the only issue. I have no problem giving my sister money, even though she was old enough to find a job herself; I couldn’t help but want to satisfy her needs. “This isn’t about money, Jackson. I heard so

Nicole. I stared at Jackson in shock for a minute before coming back to my senses, I scowled at him like I’m just seeing him for the first time. “What are you doing here?” I hissed. He shook his head, “I just want us to talk.” He still thinks I would want to talk to him after everything he has done, after everything he made me go through. “There’s nothing for us to talk about, Jackson, you should leave.” I glared at him. “Nicole…” he paused and let out a breath. He ran his hand through his hair before speaking again. “Look, I know you are mad but—“ I shook my head. I no longer want to hear what he’s going to say. “I don’t care, Jackson, leave!” I hissed at him, seething with rage. The mere sight of him irks me, it feels like I should plunge a knife in his chest, bring his heart out, and poke it little by little to make him feel just how much he hurt me. He paused, “I just want us to talk, Nicole.” He repeated. I bit my inner cheek, holding myself to be strong and not to ju

THREE YEARS LATER. Jackson. I stared blankly into space, unable to sleep no matter how hard I tried. I tossed and turned, but rest eluded me, while the woman beside me seemed completely at ease. She slept soundly, a pleasant smile on her face, while I was caught in a battle with my restless thoughts. I rolled over, ready to close my eyes and steal a few minutes of sleep before getting ready for work. But the moment I shut my eyes, a loud cry erupted from the west side of the room, making it clear that sleep was out of the question. I waited a minute, hoping she would wake up and tend to our baby, but she remained deep in slumber, undisturbed by her cries. Letting out a low groan, I climbed out of bed and rushed to the crib. Looking down, I smiled when I saw our baby’s eyes already wide open, staring right back at me as soon as she saw me. She paused for a second, then resumed crying. “Hey, baby,” I said, bending down to pick her up. I swayed side to side to appease her,

Nicole (PRESENT) I took a deep breath and exhaled, freeing myself from the tension and doubt that had been building in my mind since I woke up this morning. I snapped out of my thoughts when the door opened, and my lips automatically formed a cute smile. I glanced from the mirror to my two little ones waddling into the room. “Mama!” they both called excitedly as they ran—more like walk-ran—toward me. I knelt down with my arms spread wide open, ready to embrace them. They tried to outrun themselves, but fortunately, they both landed in my arms at the same time. “Good morning, babies,” I said, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek, which made them giggle loudly. “How was your night?” I asked after pulling back a little. “It was fine, Mama,” Luna replied, smiling in a way that reminded me of someone special. My two beautiful children, Luna and Lucas, came into this world three years ago, bringing joy back into my life, which had previously been quite sad. Luna, with h

I expected her to smile, rush to me, and tell me how much she missed me. I expected her to rush to me, tell me she was here because she couldn't do this anymore and needed my help.But none of that happened. Nicole simply glanced at me and looked away within a minute.Yes, I counted.The men in the room were now standing, their faces lit up with smiles directed not at me, but at Nicole—my ex… I couldn’t bring myself to call her that.And “Miss Blackwood”?Why were they addressing her that way? Though she wasn’t my wife anymore, I still planned on making her mine again. She shouldn’t be referred to that way.“Good morning, gentlemen,” she greeted, continuing until she stood right beside me.“I would have expected Mr. Davenport to have left his seat by now, Mr. Owen,” she said, her eyes fixed on mine the entire time.I still didn’t understand what was happening.“I apologize for the delay, Miss Blackwood—” I cut in before he could continue.“What's going on here?” I asked, bringing thei