All Chapters of Love me back, Ex-Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The evening air was cool as Brielle pushed open the front door and stepped into the family estate. The house was quiet with light footsteps being heard from the hallways and soft clinking of cutlery from the distant kitchen. Everyone in the house, including the staff was preparing for the night.Brielle barely paid attention to any of it. Her mind was a whirlwind with too many thoughts, too many feelings. She was keeping a secret….secrets, rather. The pregnancy, the test results, and what she overheard from Jessica and Hannah. And most of all, the quiet decision she’d made not to tell Ethan anything. Not yet. Maybe not ever.She walked up the stairs without turning any lights on. Her body was tired, her eyes heavy. She wanted sleep… or at least silence.Fifteen minutes later, the front door clicked open again.Ethan stepped inside, loosening the collar of his shirt. His eyes scanned the room immediately, searching for her. A maid approached him briefly to take his bag, but he waved he

Ella watched Brielle brush her hair in the small vanity mirror by the hallway. It had been a long two days of crying, vomiting, and heartbreak, but tonight, her friend finally looked a little less pale, a little more like herself.“You sure about this dinner?” Ella asked, walking over with her purse in hand.Brielle gave a small smile. “Yeah. I need it. I need something to remind me I’m still human.”Ella nodded, squeezing her hand. “Then we’ll go somewhere fun. And we’ll eat till our hearts’ content!”They headed downstairs toward the front door, ready to step out and leave the heaviness of their apartment behind…at least for a couple of hours.But just as Ella opened the front door, she froze.“What the hell…”Brielle peered over her shoulder and her heart sank.There, sitting on the low concrete steps of the building, his arms resting on his knees, was Ethan.He hadn’t moved from the spot he’d been hours ago, when he showed up and refused to leave. His hair was a mess, his shirt cr

Ethan paced near the kitchen island, fingers tapping against the marble countertop as the smell of fresh coffee filled the air. Brielle stood a few feet away, arms crossed but face composed, watching him with subtle curiosity.“So,” Ethan said, turning to face her, “you’re really sure about this?”She nodded. “Jessica isn’t just manipulative. She’s dangerous. If we want to protect ourselves and everyone else she has to be exposed.”Ethan’s jaw clenched, his voice dropping into a low, serious tone. “Then we’ll play her. Make her think I’m still on her side.”Brielle blinked, surprised at how easily he stepped into the role. “Can you pull that off? She might get suspicious if you suddenly change your behavior.”“I’ve done worse,” Ethan replied with a grim smile. “She wants me to fall for her story? I’ll give her exactly what she wants, until the moment it caves in on her.”His eyes were sharp with determination, and for the first time in weeks, Brielle saw the man he was before everythi

The long hallway of the hospital stretched before Brielle as she walked briskly, her scrubs still on and her hands slightly sore from a three-hour surgery. Her mind was already drifting to what she might eat when she got home, or maybe what excuse she’d give Ethan to avoid dinner at the Rayne mansion again.Just as she rounded a corner, she bumped lightly into someone tall and firm, someone with a scent she recognized before even seeing his face.“Whoa,” Professor James chuckled, catching her by the elbow before she could step back. “You really need to watch where you’re going, Dr. Rayne.”She looked up at him and laughed, shaking her head. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”“Let me guess, thinking about our dinner date in a week’s time?” he teased, winking at her.Brielle blinked. “Dinner?” She looked confused. James tilted his head, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “You forgot, didn’t you?”She paused, embarrassed, but quickly recovered. “Of course I didn’t forget. I’m just… overw

The tension in the Rayne family living room was suffocating. Vivian’s voice rang out, firm and fiery despite the weariness that still clung to her from her hospital stay.“No other woman will be allowed into this house while you’re still married to Brielle,” she said sharply, her tone echoing off the high ceilings.Raymond nodded beside her, arms folded tightly over his chest. “Your mother’s right, Ethan. This is disgraceful. Bringing another woman into the house? While your wife is still here? Are you completely out of your mind?”Ethan stood at the center of the room, surrounded by his family’s disapproval. His jaw was clenched, his brows drawn, but his voice remained level. “We’re not married.”Silence.The room went utterly still.Vivian’s eyes widened, her lips parting as if she’d misheard. “What did you just say?”Ethan’s gaze slid toward Brielle, who stood by the doorway like a ghost…still, silent, pale.“We’re not married,” Ethan repeated. “We’ve been divorced for a while now.