Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. Ceo Ex-lover Comes With Baby: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The sky was darkening as Hunter Jackson stood before the tall gates that separated him from the house of his past—a place that now felt like a stranger. The modern colonial home loomed with elegance in the center of a wide yard, its manicured gardens flawless and cold. Once, he had called this place home. But ever since he left with Shopia Joy, it had become a monument to everything he had thrown away.Hunter took a deep breath. His shirt was wrinkled, his pants faded. His once-polished leather shoes had lost their shine. Everything he owned vanished when Shopia left, and with her, so did his wealth.Now, he stood at the gates of his past, empty-handed, his heart weighed down with regret.Someone inside the house glanced at the CCTV camera. Seconds later, the gates opened automatically. Hunter stepped inside, his pace hesitant. Every inch of the property reminded him of Olivia—the woman who had stood by him when he had nothing, the woman he chose to betray.The large oak door slowly c

Hunter Jackson’s footsteps echoed softly on the narrow sidewalk, a crumpled sheet of paper clutched in his hand—a list of job openings torn from a public notice board. His once-fine shirt had lost its color, and the expensive leather shoes he used to wear now looked dull and cracked at the toes.Today, he had to get a job.Not a position worthy of a former director like himself. Just something that could earn him enough to eat, to survive.That morning, he applied at a small café on the corner of town.“We need a dishwasher,” the owner said bluntly. “Work starts at 3 PM, ends at midnight. Paid daily. Take it or leave it.”Hunter lowered his gaze, pride still clawing at his chest. But he knew hunger was far more painful than wounded pride.“I’ll take it,” he said quietly.---By late afternoon, Hunter was wearing an apron and standing in the steaming kitchen, hands busy scrubbing piles of dirty dishes. Soapy water ran fast, mixed with sweat and exhaustion.He hadn’t expected dishwashin

The evening sky looked gray. Rain fell softly, creating a gentle drizzle against Joe’s bedroom window. The boy sat quietly on the edge of his bed, hugging his favorite stuffed dog while staring at the closed door. Beyond it, Damien’s voice was faintly heard—talking on the phone with someone, probably discussing the wedding with Joe’s mother.Joe closed his eyes.He didn’t know how to explain it, but ever since living in Damien’s big house, his heart never felt at ease. Everything seemed luxurious, complete, and beautiful. But empty. Cold. There was no laughter. No hugs like before when he lived with Hunter Jackson.Even though their old home was cramped and simple, his father’s hugs were always warm.Joe wiped his eyes. That day, he had overheard his mother and Damien’s conversation by accident. They were going to get married soon. And Joe—though just a little kid—understood that after that, his life would never be the same.He didn’t want to lose his father for real.Holding his brea

Hunter Jackson stood in front of the courthouse, wearing a simple shirt and a borrowed suit jacket from his boarding house neighbor. His eyes looked up, fixed on the plaque of the grand building, as he took a heavy breath.Beside him, Olivia stood calm and elegant in a navy blue suit. She gently patted Hunter’s arm.“You need to be strong. Today isn’t about you. It’s about Joe.”Hunter nodded. “I know. But it just feels strange… having to fight for the right to be a father to my own child.”They walked inside, while the local media gathered outside, sensing the scandal of a fallen businessman entangled in a case against a powerful CEO.---Inside the courtroom, Judge Margaret Chen presided over the trial. Her gaze was sharp, seasoned. She was known for being fair and immune to influence from money or status.“Plaintiff: Damien Levasseur. Defendant: Hunter Jackson. This hearing is to determine custody and the best living situation for the minor, Joe Jackson.”Shopia sat behind Damien.

The usually bustling morning at the headquarters of Grace Corporation turned into a battleground of sharp whispers and piercing stares. Staff and executives exchanged glances as Olivia Grace strode into the main lobby with firm steps and an unreadable expression.As one of the most respected female CEOs in the property and logistics industry, Olivia’s presence was typically met with admiration. But today, her aura seemed dimmed by a rumor spreading faster than wildfire: “Olivia Grace is housing her broke ex-husband and the child from his affair.”“She took him in? Isn’t he the one who left her for another woman?” whispered a PR staffer.“And now the lovechild is living in her house too. Unbelievable—a CEO like her looks so... weak,” replied another.The voices were hushed, but not enough to escape Olivia’s ears. She kept walking, stepping into the executive elevator, her hand clenched tightly behind her designer handbag. But it wasn’t the gossip that truly shook her—it was the email f