All Chapters of The Wife He Tried to Forget: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 60: Imprisoned by the PastHer voice cracked.“She could’ve died,” she whispered.Travis crouched by the little girl, brushing her hair back gently. He looked so different in that moment—soft, tender, protective.My heart squeezed painfully.I turned away.I couldn’t watch this.I couldn’t watch him be a father.Not when I was still reeling from the fact that he could be one.Behind me, I heard movement—Kim rising to her feet, still holding Sariyah.“Don’t think this changes anything,” she snapped at me.I didn’t respond.“Travis might pity you, might even care. But you’re still the traitor in this story. And no matter how much you pretend to be innocent, we all know what you did.”I slowly turned back to face her. “What I did?” I asked, voice shaking. “Are you really going to blame me for all of this when you’re the one who’s been lying for years?”“You stole him from me!”“You were the one who asked me to watch over him when you were gone! You made me—”Travis stood up sudde

Chapter 62: Crossing Lines, Breaking WallsThe trail of kisses was deliberate, reverent… dangerous.I gasped when he nipped my skin—playful, but promising. My mind screamed for clarity, but my body had other plans.His hand brushed the hem of my shirt.That’s when I realized.I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.His fingers paused, waiting."Kourtney…" he murmured. "Tell me to stop."And for a split second, I almost did.Almost.But instead, I whispered, "Why are you doing this?"He met my eyes, his forehead resting against mine."Because I'm tired of pretending I don't want you," he confessed. "Even when I shouldn't."My lips parted. My heart cracked."You love Kim, remember?" I said quietly, bitterly.He didn’t answer.That silence was louder than any confession.And it broke me.I pulled away, backing toward the door. My limbs trembled."You don’t get to kiss me just because you’re confused, Travis," I whispered. "I’m not a backup plan.""Kourtney—"But I was already turning the k

Chapter 64: Tethered by SecretsHe didn’t miss it. “What was that?”I rubbed my temples. “I didn’t ask you to bring me food.”“Then why are you acting like I’m some waiter?” he challenged.The tension between us was thick, but beneath it all, a fragile vulnerability lingered.FlashbackThe moment froze, and my mind drifted back to that night years ago — the night everything between us began to unravel.I was just eighteen, naive and hopeful. Travis had been my first real love — intense, passionate, and utterly complicated.Back then, he was different — or maybe I was just too young to see the cracks beneath the surface.We met at a summer party on the beach, the ocean breeze swirling around us as if nature itself was conspiring to bring us together. His eyes had held that familiar fire, the kind that made my heart skip.Our connection was electric.We were reckless and young, slipping between stolen kisses and secret moments when the world felt like ours.But Travis carried ghosts wi

Chapter 66: Caught in His GazeTravis’s gaze flicked up and down my body, lingering longer than it should. Panic surged, and I screamed, “Waahh!” desperately clutching my chest and lower abdomen.“Pervert!” I spat, quickly wrapping the towel back around me and then hastily pulling on one of Kim’s dresses from the cabinet. Pride was swallowed whole as embarrassment took center stage.“You’re the one wearing only a towel, not me,” Travis replied with innocent smirk. I shot him a glare that could have burned through steel.“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to knock before coming in?” I challenged, crossing my arms.“How can I knock with both hands full of food?” he said, sounding more amused than apologetic.I ran my fingers through my hair in exasperation. “You could’ve held the tray with one hand and knocked with the other. Or at least said something before stepping in!”“Even if I did, would it have made a difference? You’d probably still be standing there half-dressed,” he said with a gr

Chapter 68: Breaking Through the SilenceEither way, there was no going back.The room was thick with heat, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls, wrapping us in a bubble of tension and desire. I bit my lower lip as Travis’s wet kisses trailed down my womanhood. His mouth, warm and insistent, pressed against my most sensitive spot, and I instinctively pulled on his hair, the strands slipping through my fingers.“Uhhm, Travis...” My voice came out strained, breath shaky but desperate to hold on to some control.His response was a deeper, more aggressive kiss, teasing, punishing. I knew then he wouldn’t stop until he got exactly what he wanted.Sweat beaded on my forehead, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My body trembled with exhaustion, but it was clear Travis wasn’t done yet. I watched him lift his head, licking his upper lip slowly—eyes dark with hunger and something unreadable.That’s when I noticed the glint in his gaze—the heat radiating from him. My cheeks flushed