All Chapters of Love me back, Ex-Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ethan sighed deeply, his jaw clenching tightly as he stepped back into the hospital room and closed the door behind him. His chest was still heaving from the heated conversation outside and as if things weren’t tense enough, Jessica remained in the hallway, as stubborn as ever. Having had enough, he walked directly to Anita and pulled her aside. “What the hell are you doing?” he whispered harshly, his voice low but thick with anger and frustration. “Are you really going to keep playing this game? Bringing Jessica around like this? You’re messing with people’s lives, Anita. This isn’t a joke anymore.” Anita crossed her arms and leaned against the wall casually, a smug smile playing on her lips. “You keep saying it’s a game, Ethan. But to me? It’s just reality. You slept with her, you got her pregnant, and now you’re mad that she wants to be a part of your life? Come on, Ethan. You should know better than that.” Ethan’s nostrils flared. “I don’t even know if she’s really pregnant! T

Brielle stared at Ethan, her lips slightly parted. Of all the things she had expected him to say tonight, this wasn’t one of them.‘What do I have to do to earn your forgiveness?’ The question rang in her ears, over and over, making her chest tighten.She didn’t know what to say.For a moment, just a tiny second, her heart faltered. A part of her that had been long buried and hidden away wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, he meant it. That maybe, the man who once made her feel invisible was standing here now, actually willing to change.The thought made her throat tighten. She didn’t want to feel anything. Not now. Not again. But her heart was already fluttering at the idea of being with that Ethan- the one she had dreamed of during their marriage, the one she cried for at night. The Ethan who held her hand in public. The Ethan who never existed.She swallowed hard and looked away, her spaghetti untouched now. Her stomach twisted in confusion, in ache, in fear.Why now? Why did

The moment Vivian’s question left her lips, it hit Brielle like a slap. Had she seen her period this month?Her eyes widened. Her heart thumped.She mentally ran through her calendar. She had been so busy lately that she didn’t notice. The chaos at work, the drama with Ethan, Vivian’s accident…everything had blurred together. But now, as she thought back, she realized the truth.No, she hadn’t.The date had long passed. She should have noticed. But how hadn’t she?Still, she quickly composed herself, brushing away the panic curling in her stomach. “It’s probably just delayed,” she said casually, forcing a smile, even though her voice sounded like a lie to her own ears.Vivian, however, didn’t look convinced.“I’ve had five children, sweetheart,” the older woman said knowingly. “I know the signs of pregnancy when I see them. You’re nauseous, and that tiredness isn’t just from work. You should get a test, just in case.”Brielle’s chest tightened as Panic crept up her spine like ice.‘No

The steady beeping of the monitors and the soft hum of the IV machine were the only sounds in the room. Vivian lay propped against her pillows, her hair neatly brushed back, eyes slightly tired but bright with life. Ethan sat by her bedside, elbows resting on his knees, head lowered in thought.“Have you checked on Brielle today?” Vivian’s voice broke the silence, gentle but firm, as always.Ethan looked up slowly, blinking as though he’d just been yanked from a trance. “Not yet,” he said carefully, his tone low.Vivian tilted her head and gave him the kind of look only a mother could one that saw through everything. “But you’re going to. That’s why you’re really here, isn’t it?”He let out a dry chuckle. There was no hiding from his mother. “What? I’m here for you, mum.” He placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.“Come on, Ethan. I know you better than that.” Vivian laughed.“You always see through me,” he murmured.Vivian reached over and touched his arm, her fingers ligh

Ethan stood there, leaning against the kitchen island, as Brielle’s question hung in the air…heavy, uncertain, and a little dangerousShe looked at him, her arms folded, face unreadable, though her eyes were anything but calm.“The night I came over drunk,” she said again. “Did anything happen between us that I don’t remember?” She rephrased, her patience wearing out.He hesitated for a while, not sure of what his response should be.How could he tell her about the night they had spent when she had no memory of it? Didn’t that make him an abuser?“Fuck.” He whispered to himself, the guilt eating him.He should have controlled himself even though she practically begged to have sex with him. He should have reminded himself that she was drunk and wasn’t thinking right.Now, all he was left with was the guilt from that night.Ethan looked her in the eyes and gave the vaguest reply he could muster without outright lying.“I put you to bed, Brielle. You were drunk. You slept it off immediat