Semua Bab My Ex-husband And Son Wants Me Back After Divorce: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Haley's POV“Daddy, can you divorce Mommy?”I stood outside my son’s hospital room, frozen in place as his dissatisfied voice hit me like a hammer.I was stunned.My fingers clutched the doorframe tightly, and a sharp pain pierced my chest.What had happened?I had just gone to the doctor’s office to ask why Jordan had suddenly developed acute gastroenteritis.I had always been extremely cautious about his diet. His stomach was very sensitive—fragile even—so I always kept a close eye on what he ate.Thank God, he was now in stable condition.I couldn’t wait to tell him—and my husband.What did I do wrong?"Why would you say that?" Sebastian asked gently."Because Mom isn’t like Aunt Joey. She lets me eat whatever I want," Jordan said.Aunt Joey? My stomach dropped. She was back?Joey Mondéz. The woman Sebastian once loved. The woman who left him for a richer man and moved to France. When did she return?I clenched my fists, my breath shaky."Hey, buddy," Sebastian said in a calm voice

Sebastian had already left for work, but I couldn’t shake the heaviness in my chest. My mind kept circling back to the messages, to Jordan’s words, to the way Sebastian had hesitated instead of giving me a clear answer last night. Every moment, every breath, felt like a weight pressing down on me and that was suffocating.Just as I was about to head out, my phone buzzed with a message from Jordan."Bring me the tablet."No greeting. No "Mom." Just a cold command. Like I was nothing but a servant to him.I stared at the screen, my stomach twisting. He had never spoken to me like this before—not with such disrespect and such defiance. But what did I expect? He no longer saw me as his mother.A lump formed in my throat, my eyes watered but somehow I swallowed back my emotions and grabbed the tablet before I shoved it into my bag and headed out the door.Soon, I arrived at the hospital. The moment I stepped inside the hospital ward, I heard the clicking of sharp heels against the tile. I

jordan’s terrified shriek—“Mommy?! Are you… are you going to hurt Daddy?!”—froze the air. My knife clattered onto the countertop, the metallic clang echoing like some final, ugly punctuation.Sebastian reacted faster than fear. He didn’t flinch—he moved. One powerful stride planted him squarely between me and Jordan’s wide, terrified eyes. His back blocked the boy’s view.“Jordan!” His voice was bedrock, instantly silencing the chaos. He dropped to his haunches, meeting Jordan’s frightened gaze squarely, the usual sharpness in his eyes deliberately softened. “Mommy is exhausted,” he emphasized the word, his gaze flicking briefly to my trembling, pale face, then back to his son. “Her hand slipped. It was just an accident.” He stated it as undeniable fact, reframing the terrifying moment into a benign slip. He reached out, ruffling Jordan’s hair with fatherly familiarity while subtly shielding Jordan from my expression. “Nobody’s hurting anybody here. Especially not Mommy. Understand?”