บททั้งหมดของ Mr. Ex Husband, Why're You Back After Divorce? : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter Eleven Today’s the day. Katherine had finally made up her mind to steal the document from Massimo’s room, the key to her freedom. After everything, she was done. Done with the mansion. Done with the games. Done with him. But now… she stood frozen before the man who had haunted her every waking thought. Massimo lounged on his massive bed like a king on a throne, exuding quiet, dangerous power. The same way he had two nights ago in the living room, when he had stopped her cold with nothing more than his voice, only to let her go when a call came in. She’d thought she was in the clear. Until Ma’am Rachael approached her earlier with a message. “He’s calling you.” And that’s how she found herself here in his room like a criminal awaiting judgment, her legs aching from twenty minutes of stillness, while he sat in silence typing away at his laptop. Occasionally, his gaze would flick to her, dark and unreadable, then back to the keys. No words. Just tension. Katherine’s

Chapter Thirteen Katherine glanced around. The other maids were still chatting and distracted. Good. She slipped out the side entrance of the kitchen, moving quickly but trying not to draw attention. Her footsteps echoed faintly as she passed the laundry room, turned a corner, then another, until she reached the restricted hallway that led to the emergency control room. No one saw her. It was locked, so she quickly removed her earpin and unlocked. Stepping in, she moved towards the emergency button. And for a second, she hesitated. “Do it,” her mind urged. “You don’t have time.” She pressed the button. BEEEEP! The sound was shrill, sudden, piercing. Red lights flashed overhead. Sirens wailed down the hallways. Then came the voices of guards shouting, maids screaming, hurried footsteps stomping up and down the stairs. The mansion was spiraling into panic. Katherine ducked behind a cleaning cart just in time to avoid being seen. Moments later, two security office

Seven Years Later “Ethan, come help me out in the kitchen!” Katherine called out over her shoulder. “You said you wanted to learn how to make pancakes, remember? I’m starting now!” Her brows gently furrowed as she was met with silence. Then came his voice, floating down from upstairs. “Coming, Mom! Just finishing some important paperwork on my laptop. A vast mustn’t lag in his duties!” “It’s boss, sweetheart. Not vast,” she called back, chuckling under her breath. But the fondness in her eyes lingered. That was Ethan. Her seven-year-old son. A pint-sized genius who spoke like he’d swallowed a business dictionary and dressed in cardigans like a tiny professor. What he called paperwork was actually her own office assignments from the publishing company where she worked as a personal assistant. Tasks she barely had time to breathe through, he handled like second nature. It was like raising a child prodigy in a cardigan. He was her miracle child. Her heartbeat. Her second

Chapter Seventeen Katherine held Ethan’s small hand tightly as they walked into the amusement park. The principal’s words were still echoing in her mind, and Ethan, usually bubbling with energy anytime they were together, had been uncharacteristically quiet since she picked him up from school. She guided him to a shaded bench away from the noise and knelt beside him, brushing a hand over his hair. “Ethan,” she began softly, “your principal told me what happened yesterday. And I need you to tell me the truth. You’ve never hidden anything from me before, and I don’t understand why you kept this from me. What really happened between you and your classmates?” Ethan looked down, his fingers gripping the edge of his shirt. He knew exactly why the principal had called his mom. And he knew he’d to tell her, even if it might hurt her. Just like what those boys said had hurt him. He finally looked up. “They were bullying me, Mom.” Katherine’s expression softened, and she reached out

Chapter Nineteen “What?” Katherine gasped, stumbling a step back. “No, I didn’t… I never—” Her voice cracked, confusion flooding her features. “Why would you say something like that? I’ve never even had a conversation with Myles except to greet him in passing. Why would you think I’m involved in this?” The room buzzed with murmurs and sneers. “Spare us the drama,” Grace scoffed loudly from her seat. “Always acting like a saint.” Mr. Rogers didn’t speak. Instead, he shoved his phone in Katherine’s face. “Then explain this,” he growled. Katherine blinked at the screen as she saw a message thread that was sent to her number. The contact name was Katherine ❤️ And the message was: “We’ll share the money like we planned. Come meet me at the usual place, baby. Your love, Myles.” Her entire body went cold. Her knees buckled, and Ariana immediately stepped in to hold her up. “No… no, no, no,” Katherine whispered, her eyes wide with horror. “That’s not me! I swear! Please, someone be