Semua Bab My Ex-husband And Son Wants Me Back After Divorce: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The supermarket was bustling with activity as I stood in line at the checkout, my mind elsewhere. The events of the past few days replayed in my head, especially the encounter with the woman in the Chanel suit.Was I stupid to turn him down? Logan was offering me something steady. Safe. I wouldn’t have to carry all this alone anymore. But wasn’t that the point? I wanted to stop waiting for someone else to fix everything for me. I wanted to be strong enough to fix it myself."Ma’am?"The cashier’s voice pulled me out of my spiral. I blinked."Sorry," I muttered, fumbling for my phone to tap my card. "Just distracted."She smiled politely, handing me the receipt. "No worries. Have a good day!"I paid quickly and grabbed the bag of groceries. Outside, the wind tugged at my hair, and the sun felt a little too bright. I checked the time. It was nearly pickup hour. I needed to head to Lily’s school.As I pulled into the school parking lot, my stomach knotted. The woman in the Chanel suit fr

That’s how it was going to be.I didn’t need anything fancy. I had Lily. I had my paints. Even if I wasn’t exactly selling paintings or booked for gallery shows, it was something. My own thing. A quiet dream I could hold onto.Life wasn’t perfect. Far from it. But for once, it felt… manageable. Peaceful.And peaceful was good.Last night, I slept deeply. No tears, no tossing around. Just Lily breathing softly beside me and the weight of the past slowly sliding off my shoulders.Until morning came.I was just pulling the covers over my head when I heard a knock at the door.“Haley.” Logan’s voice floated in, smooth but firm. “Get up. We’re going to see Ricardo.”I groaned loudly into my pillow.“Nooooo,” I said like a dying whale.I peeked out to see him standing in the doorway in a crisp white shirt tucked into dark slacks. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, exposing his forearms, and his hair was still damp from the shower, tousled and somehow unfairly perfect. He looked like a m

The apartment felt too quiet when I got back from my mother’s place.The lights were off, the hallway dim, and everything seemed still—like the air was holding its breath. I slipped off my shoes slowly, careful not to wake anyone. Lily was already asleep in her room. I peeked in, just to check. She was curled up under her pink blanket, hugging her stuffed bunny, her soft breathing barely audible.I didn’t go to my room. I didn’t want to lie awake staring at the ceiling again. I needed air. I needed noise. I needed to feel like myself, even if only for a few hours.I pulled out my phone and sent a quick message to Logan.Me: I’ll be back late. Don’t wait up.No explanation. Just that. I left the apartment and walked into the night.The sky outside was a deep gray-blue, not completely dark yet. The wind was cool against my skin, brushing through my hair like a whisper. My chest still felt heavy—tight from the things my mother had said. I could still see Jordan’s eyes, wide with fear as

The kitchen was filled with the smell of garlic and sesame oil. I stood near the stove, stirring the sizzling vegetables with one hand while holding Lily’s little drawing in the other.“Does it look like Daddy?” she asked, standing on the stool beside me, peering into the paper she had just finished.I glanced down and smiled. The drawing was of Logan—well, a version of him with bright blue eyes, a rainbow tie, and a crown on his head.“Yes,” I said gently. “Very handsome.”She grinned, pleased, then hopped down from the stool, skipping into the dining room. I looked at the clock. Logan would be back soon.Earlier that day, after he handed me the contract for the comic licensing, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was overwhelmed. It was too big. And too hard to accept.So, I had decided to cook a full dinner tonight—to show my thanks, but also to draw a clear line. I used my sala

“Do you have to go with him?” I asked quietly, my voice barely above a whisper as Logan turned back toward me.Logan offered a soft smile, the kind that tried to reassure but didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s nothing serious. Just a quick conversation. I’ll be back soon.”I opened my mouth, wanting to ask more, to say I didn’t like the way that man had looked at him. But Logan gave me a subtle look. A don’t-worry look.I swallowed my words and nodded slowly. “Okay.”He leaned in, voice lower now. “If anything feels strange… text me. Right away.”Then he was gone.And I was alone.I stood in a corner of the grand hall, surrounded by people who sparkled under the golden light like they were born to belong here. My purse felt too tight in my hands. My dress, once something I’d loved, now felt too bold, too bright.I didn't know where to go.“Feeling lost?” a warm voice said beside me.I turned to see Susan—the kind woman I’d met earlier. She held a wine glass in one hand, her lipstick a