Semua Bab My Ex-husband And Son Wants Me Back After Divorce: Bab 101 - Bab 110

We reached the top of the steps, the breeze carrying hints of sea salt and grilled fish. I spotted Logan immediately.He sat at a corner table under a wide umbrella, his laptop open, fingers moving across the keyboard. His sunglasses were perched on his nose, and his expression was unreadable—calm, cold, a little intimidating if you didn’t know him.Most people would hesitate to approach him like that.But not this woman.She sat across from him—uninvited, from the looks of it.She was beautiful, that much I had to admit. Long dark hair, soft waves over one shoulder. Her green sundress clung to her perfectly, and her lipstick was the color of ripe berries. She leaned forward as she spoke, elbows on the table, her posture relaxed and suggestive. One leg casually reached beneath the table… brushing against Logan’s.He didn’t move.Didn’t even glance up.Just kept typing.Lily whis

The study was quiet. I stared at my phone for a long time before finally pressing the call button.It rang twice before Sebastian answered. His voice was calm but cautious.“Haley? Is something wrong?”“No, no,” I replied quickly. “I just wanted to check in. It’s been a week.”He hesitated. “About Jordan?”I nodded before realizing he couldn’t see me. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about him a lot.”There was a pause, then his voice softened. “He’s doing better. We’ve had a few long talks.”“And Susan?” I asked, not hiding the edge in my voice.Another pause. This one longer.“She and I… we’ve been trying to work things out.”I pressed my lips together. “And Jordan?”“She still hasn’t warmed up to him,” Sebastian admitted. “She says it’s hard to forget how he talked back to her.”My heart sank. “He’s a child. He was emotional. She’s the adult.”“I know, Haley,” he said, a little defensively. “But she was humiliated.”“He was defending me,” I replied, my voice tight. “And I don’t regret tha

The sun was warm on my skin as we walked down the sidewalk near the beach. Logan was holding Lily’s hand, letting her swing between us. Her laughter echoed like music in the breeze.It felt… good. Peaceful. Like maybe things were settling into place.Until she appeared.I spotted her first—tall, pretty, too confident. She was the same woman from the cafe the other day, the one who’d been flirting shamelessly with Logan while pretending I didn’t exist.This time, she didn’t pretend. She smiled directly at me like we were old friends.“Oh hey,” she said, stepping into my path, her voice smooth like poison in honey. “Didn’t expect to run into you again.”I paused, my grip tightening around my purse. “Life’s full of surprises.”Her eyes flicked to Logan, who was a few steps behind with Lily. Then she leaned in, her voice lower now. “I just thought you should know… I’m not giving up on him. Some men are worth fighting for.”I stared at her, deadpan. “Good. Because I’m not giving up either.

I didn’t hear from Logan that night. No goodnight text, no whispered “sleep well,” not even a missed call I could pretend to be annoyed about. Just… silence.And in that silence, my mind raced.I tried to calm myself by painting—grabbing my worn brushes, the canvas that still smelled like oils, and the set of colors that always seemed to bring me peace. I set everything on the coffee table and dipped my brush into soft pastel shades—calm ocean blues, warm yellows like sunlight, and gentle lilacs that reminded me of quiet mornings. It helped, a little. The rhythm of it, the careful strokes and blending, allowed me to breathe through the restlessness building inside.Lily slept in the same room with me that night—her little body curled up close beside me under a sea of blankets. She’d insisted, saying she didn’t want to sleep alone, and honestly, I didn’t either. The sound of her steady, peaceful breathing was the only comfort I had. It grounded me, anchoring me when my thoughts started

The afternoon sun cast long shadows over the school parking lot as I stepped out of the car. The air was cool, crisp with the scent of turning leaves. I adjusted my scarf and looked toward the school entrance, the sound of children laughing carrying faintly in the wind.Just then, I saw Jordan walking out, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. His eyes caught mine, and a small smile tugged at his lips.“Hey, Mom,” he called, heading toward me.“Hi, sweetheart,” I said, opening my arms as he came in for a quick hug.“I told the teacher today,” he said, pulling back. “About transferring schools.”I blinked. “You did? That fast?”He shrugged. “Yeah. I wanted to. I even told them to start the paperwork. They’re planning a little farewell for me. Maybe cupcakes.”“Cupcakes, huh?” I gave him a soft smile. “Well, I guess you always liked making a big exit.”Jordan gave a half-laugh, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket. “I just… I want something new. I think it’ll be good for me. New