Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love me back, Ex-Wife: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Brielle stood at the entrance of the Rayne mansion, her hand hovering over the golden door knob as her heart hammered in her chest. Earlier in the day, she had gotten a text from Ethan informing her of the dinner invitation. She shut it down immediately, knowing she didn't owe Ethan anything but after thinking about his parents…especially his mother, she changed her mind. His mother treated her just like a mother would to her daughter. Because of Ethan's family, Brielle receives love she never got from her family.Before turning the doorknob, she wondered if Ethan would show up, but the thought left as soon as it came. She knew he was still on vacation with his mistress, and Ethan never cared about things like this, so she pushed the door and stepped inside with a quiet breath. "Brielle?" A warm, welcoming, and overly familiar voice was heard, and soon after, Ethan's mother appeared at the grand staircase, her face filled with joy. "Oh! It's really you, my sweetheart!" She exclai

Anita sensed that there was a shift in Brielle’s mood even though she tried her best to mask it. She already knew Jessica after seeing the news so, she understood Brielle’s reaction. “I’m just here to give Ethan a document and then I’ll be on my way. I didn’t mean to intrude.” Jessica said sweetly. Brielle didn’t miss the part where she called Ethan by his first name, knowing she did it purposely to show how close they were. Anita leaned forward with a bright smile just as Jessica was about leaving and rang out, her voice intentionally loud to catch everyone’s attention. “Oh dear, don’t be ridiculous. You’re already here. It’ll be a shame to let you leave like that. Why don’t you stay and have dinner with us?Jessica paused, her hands resting slightly on her bag. “I shouldn’t— that’s too much trouble.” She shook her head.“It’s no trouble.” Anita added, smiling maliciously as she glanced deliberately at Brielle. “I’m sure no one would mind.” Then, she turned fully to Br

When Brielle woke up, she noticed that Ethan had barely made a sentence, unlike him. She could tell that he was pissed off about something but couldn’t bother caring. They freshened up, said their goodbyes, and were on their way out. Brielle had no choice but to ride with Ethan, especially with his mother watching them like a hawk; she had to play the part. Ethan gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary as he drove down the road, his eyes occasionally flickering to the rearview mirror where Brielle sat in silence, her gaze fixed outside the window. The car was filled with a thick, unspoken tension. The name flashed across her phone earlier that morning—the same name he had been hearing about for days now kept replaying in his mind. Still, he said nothing. His pride wouldn’t let him admit the discomfort he felt. He wondered if she would see him this morning but quickly pushed that thought to the back of his head. She could talk to whomever she wanted. She wasn’t

THE NEXT DAY Brielle woke up with nerves clutching at her chest. She stood outside the hospital’s main entrance, her fingers clasped together as she tried to control her breathing. This was certainly not her first time in a hospital, but she wasn’t here as a visitor today. That was the only difference. She was here for a new beginning. She was starting over. The reception was calm, with light chatter in the background. Brielle sat near the glass wall, tapping her heel nervously against the tile as she watched the time crawl. A few minutes later, she spotted Professor James approaching her with an apologetic look. She sighed in relief, finally seeing a familiar face—one that calmed her. “I had an early surgery. Forgive me; I would have been here earlier.” He apologized immediately after he arrived, wearing a small smile. “Oh no! It’s totally fine. You don’t have to apologize.” She shook her head and chuckled awkwardly. She certainly didn’t have to come out to meet he

THE NEXT DAY Ethan groaned as he opened his eyes, the sunlight piercing through the curtains. It did nothing to soothe the ache in his head; it made it worse instead. He rolled over with a grunt, pressing his palm against his temple. The hangover hit him hard. Dragging himself out of bed, he stumbled into the restroom and freshened up, barely managing to keep his eyes open. Once he was done, he slipped into the kitchen. He met the maid preparing the breakfast. “Get my hangover tea ready quickly.” He ordered and dragged his feet to the dining table. Less than ten minutes later, she came in with a steaming mug and cup tray. Ethan grabbed it quickly and took one sip. He immediately spat it out. “What the fuck is this?” He asked angrily, staring at the maid like she had tried killing him with poison. “What did you put it this?” He asked, and the maid flinched, taken aback by his outburst. “I…I’m so sorry, Sir. I..I can make it again if you want. I followed the recipe, but since I