Lahat ng Kabanata ng Longing For My Ex-Wife: Kabanata 281 - Kabanata 290

Lena did not sleep. Even hours after being dragged into the police station, she sat on the cold concrete floor of the holding cell, hugging her knees, shaking uncontrollably. Her mascara had long washed off, leaving streaks down her cheeks. Her hair clung to her face, and her breath came in quiet, broken sobs. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw blood. Jamie’s small, limp body. Anika screaming. Marcus shouting. The gunshot. The police bursting in. And none of it could be undone. Marcus was kept in a separate cell down the corridor. He sat hunched over, elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands. He didn’t cry loudly, but his body shook with silent tremors. The shame was suffocating him. He had donated blood to save Jamie, but that didn’t erase the truth: He had kidnapped his own son. He had raised a gun in front of two children. And in the chaos, his bullet had hit the boy he didn’t even know was his. The officers watched them without sympathy. Kidnappers. Crimi

By the next morning, the hospital felt like a war zone.Journalists had doubled in number. Cameras flashed nonstop, reporters shouted questions at anyone who walked past, and security guards struggled to keep them behind the barricades. It was loud, chaotic, and exhausting.Inside Jamie’s room, Maya stood by the window again, watching the growing crowd with a sinking heart.“This is too much,” she whispered.Daniel rubbed the back of his neck. “They’re acting like vultures. They don’t care who they hurt.”Anika hugged herself, sitting closely beside Jamie. “They’re scary,” she murmured.Jamie didn’t speak. He kept looking at the doorway as if expecting someone to burst in at any moment.Before Maya could answer, there was another sharp knock at the door. Daniel opened it, expecting a nurse—but instead, it was a hospital security officer.“Sir,” he said carefully, “the media outside is asking to speak with any member of your family. They won’t leave until someone addresses them.”Danie

The news of Maya’s pregnancy should have felt like the simplest blessing in the world — but instead, it brought a new layer of tenderness, fear, and secrecy into the days leading up to her wedding.Only a few hours had passed since the doctor left, but mElias was already acting like Maya was made of thin glass.And Maya… didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.Elias stood beside the bed with his arms folded like a guard.“Maya, I said no getting up without me,” he reminded firmly.“I’m only going to the bathroom,” she protested.“That’s not the point,” he insisted. “You almost fainted earlier.”“I’m pregnant, Elias,” she sighed. “Not dying.”But Elias was unmoved.“Pregnancy is serious. You heard the doctor. You’ve been working nonstop for three months. Your body needs rest.”Maya rolled her eyes but secretly smiled. His worrying was suffocating and sweet at the same time.While she stepped into the bathroom, Elias hovered at the door.“Elias!” she exclaimed. “Can I at least pee alone?”

Morning sunlight poured gently through Maya’s window, warm and soft like a blessing. It brushed her cheeks, making her eyelids flutter open. For a moment she felt confused—why were there so many voices outside? Why did the house feel so full and excited?Then she remembered.Today was her wedding day.Her heart jumped in her chest. A mix of nerves, excitement, and joy washed over her. She sat up slowly, placing a hand on her belly, and whispered softly, “Good morning, baby… today mommy is getting married.”Just then, the door burst open.“Maya! You’re awake!” her mother shouted, already dressed in a beautiful blue lace gown. “Why are you sitting in the dark? Today is your wedding! Up, up, up!”Maya laughed. “Mom, it’s barely six in the morning.”“Yes, and brides wake up early! We have makeup, hair, pictures—have you forgotten we are Denovans? Everything must be perfect!”Before Maya could reply, two aunties rushed in after her mother.“Ahn ahn! She is still in pajamas? My God!”“Bring

Three years had passed since the whirlwind of weddings, revelations, and chaos that had once filled the Denovan and Carter families’ lives. The house was alive with laughter, warmth, and the soft hum of morning activity. It was Maya and Elias’s wedding anniversary, a special day they had chosen to celebrate quietly at home with family rather than a grand party.Sunlight poured through the tall windows, illuminating the living room with a golden glow. Celeste, Elias’s younger sister, was carefully dressing their little boy, who wiggled in her arms, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips as she adjusted his tiny bow tie. “There, perfect! Your father will be proud,” she said, brushing back a stray curl.Their son giggled, wriggling even more as she fussed over him, and Anika and Jamie, now teenagers, joined in the commotion, helping set the table and arrange flowers. The siblings teased each other good-naturedly, their voices echoing through the house with warmth and familiarity. It was