All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife, You Belong To Me!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

VERONICAWe exited the vehicle before reaching my villa. Zeon hopped out, Christian carefully stepped out carrying Cadence, and I followed suit.Aunt Lucy and the household staff were waiting for us at the front of the house.“Hey, my little pumpkin, you have returned.” Aunt Lucy came forward, slowly touching Cadence's head with love.My little daughter responded by tilting her head and then nodding quietly, resting her head on Christian's shoulder.Because of the necessary medical checkups and her fever, we spent nearly two days in the hospital. During that time, I witnessed Christian and Cadence developing an almost inseparable bond, which had my heart stuck in my throat.The most difficult aspect was my inability to prevent their growing closeness, as any intervention would distress Cadence and arouse Christian's suspicions. However, if this continues, his discovery of the truth is inevitable.Just this morning, during an attempted embrace, she rebuffed my advances and chose Christ

VERONICAWith a heavy heart, I observed Christian from afar. He was engaged in a phone conversation, his brow furrowed, and his demeanour grave; he appeared to be troubled.Is it intended for Celine? He was not present when she was sent to jail. Is he attempting to secure her release?The thought angered me; a pang of betrayal pierced my heart. So, this is the work he mentioned?Aggrieved, I wanted to rush to him and question him, but was that even necessary? I felt bothered and devastated at the prospect of another argument with him about Celine's matter.Consequently, I decided to depart from the place. My Aunt Lucy's warnings echoed in my mind; she cautioned me against this man and urged me to avoid further harm, but I was heedless and even allowed him near Cadence.Enough now, Veronica! You had behaved like a useless woman around him all these days! Even after knowing his true nature, I did not take precautions.I must stand my gr

DIANAIt is often said that the truth always prevails, eventually surfacing regardless of how much time has passed.In Celine's situation, the adage proved true once more, leaving me in profound remorse and guilt.Celine was just a little girl when she came close to our family, and to me. I was a widow with a broken heart after losing my daughter. Christian was never there with me either; he was sent abroad by his grandfather to receive a proper education and to stay away from his father's memories.During that period, Celine became a close confidante, whom I considered as a daughter. I even envisioned her marrying Christian, but fate intervened.A twist of fate introduced Veronica to our family. I initially believed that my father-in-law had made a poor choice in bringing Veronica into our lives, fearing it would negatively impact my son's future. However, Christian's positive change in attitude toward her has pierced me deeply, and I worry about

VERONICAThe following morning, I awoke early and proceeded to the airport to bid William farewell.I encountered him at the gate. His mother was also present. Upon seeing me, Mrs. Denstone smiled warmly and embraced me, saying, "I'm so glad you could come. William mentioned you would.”“Of course, I had to.” I replied warmly.How could I possibly not? William was not only a dear friend, but he also provided invaluable assistance with Celine's case and the filings against Miss Johnson and the police officer. His help was generous and selfless. Naturally, I would bid him farewell and wish him all the best in his future endeavours.Mrs. Denstone politely excused herself, leaving the two of us alone. She was going with her son and kindly allowed us to say our goodbyes.Sighing deeply, I smiled up at him, “so, it's finally time, Bloody Denstone.” I murmured, controlling my emotions.He chuckled. “Yeah, it is,” and whispered, his eyes sad and pleading. As if he were asking me to stop him,

VERONICAI fell asleep late at night and jolted awake with a nightmare… I felt as if a dark shadow was engulfing me and my family. A person whose face was concealed by a dark hoodie seemed to be trying to stab me with a sharp dagger, laughing like a maniac.My entire body was drenched in sweat. My heart was pounding so hard. I felt so helpless and cornered at that moment.I peered out the window. It is still dark outside, with only a gentle hue of morning light visible behind the clouds.It's four in the morning.After rising from bed hurriedly, I quietly visited my children and Aunt Lucy, who were sleeping soundly. Diana was asleep in the guest room as well.I then discreetly checked on the house helps' rooms and found them also sleeping peacefully.Next, I again checked the entire house and my chamber, only to sigh in relief before returning to the living room. I felt so disoriented and tired after everything.I felt quite disoriented and overwhelmed, and I found myself longing for