Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-husband And Son Wants Me Back After Divorce: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Everyone froze. The room was cold with silence, like time itself had stopped. Logan stood in front of me, unmoving, his breath shallow and tight with rage.He didn’t blink. He didn’t speak.Just held his ground. For me.“Stay behind me,” he ordered, not even glancing back.I obeyed without a word.Across from us, his father’s eyes were locked on me. Not with anger—worse. He looked like he had seen a ghost.“What’s your full name?” he asked, voice low and heavy.I hesitated, but I had nothing to hide. “Haley Reed.”He shook his head slowly, as if trying to make sense of something that didn’t. “Your mother’s full name,” he demanded.That question again.The mayor’s wife had asked me the same thing days ago, with the same pale face and tight lips.“Clarissa White,” I said, confused.His father stumbled back one step, like my words physically hit him.“No…” he whispered, pressing a hand to his forehead. “No, this… this can’t be.”“What’s going on?” Logan growled. “What does this have to d

Logan’s eyes lit up as he rushed over, pinning me against the kitchen island.I cried out in surprise and pain, the hard marble edge pressing into my back.“Haley, wait—” he said, confusion flashing across his face.But before he could finish, I grabbed him and kissed him fiercely. My lips found his with a hunger I didn’t know I had, desperate and wild. His hand slipped into my hair, his other arm pulling me tightly to his chest. His lips were warm, his breath uneven. I could feel his heartbeat against mine—fast, chaotic, matching the storm inside me.“Logan…” I whispered as we pulled apart. “I need you.”His voice was low and strained. “I need you too.”Everything in my world felt like it was spinning. My mind was a whirlwind from all the changes. Everything I believed, everything I knew—my past, my identity—all shifting like sand under my feet. But in the middle of that storm, there was Logan. Solid. Present. Real.I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. I didn’t know what the trut

Haley’s POV:I winced a little as I walked down the hallway. My thighs ached, my hips felt tender, and every step reminded me of last night. I’d expected Logan to be gentle. Careful. Maybe even hesitant.But I’d been wrong.No man admits defeat when it comes to sex.Especially not Logan.I didn’t regret it, not even for a second. I could still feel the weight of his body on mine, the way he looked at me like I was something sacred. Like he wanted to ruin me and worship me at the same time. My face flushed at the memory, and I smiled softly to myself, lost in the haze of our passion.Then I felt it—his hand on my shoulder.“Seems like I gave a memorable performance last night,” Logan said smoothly, leaning close to whisper in my ear.I turned quickly, eyes wide. “Logan!”But it was too late.“Memorable performance?” Lily’s voice rang out behind

Haley’s POV:The moment Logan picked up the phone, I could hear the tension in his voice.“Haley? Are you okay? What happened?”I took a shaky breath, wiping at my cheeks. “Yeah, I’m okay.”“You don’t sound okay.” His voice was low, worried. “Tell me where you are. I’m coming.”I tried to joke, needing something to break the pressure in my chest. “Are you always this dramatic? What if I was just out shopping for socks?”“Haley.” His voice hardened. “Don’t joke.”I blinked. “Logan, I—”“I mean it,” he interrupted. “Don’t make light of your safety. If something happened, I need to know. Not later. Now.”I stared at the sidewalk, feeling suddenly small. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”“Text me your location. Don’t move. Lily and I are coming to get you.”I smiled despite the ache in my heart. “You’re bringing Lily? What if she bosses the driver around?”“She already did,” he said, and I could hear the slight smile in his voice now. “She made him stop for candy.”“

Vivian’s voice echoed in the room, sharp and venomous.“She had a husband and a child of her own,” she said loudly, standing in front of Logan’s desk. “And she walked out on them. Tell me, how can a woman like that take care of a child like Lily?”I stared at her, stunned.Logan’s jaw tightened, but Vivian continued, her arms crossed, her voice growing colder. “Your little nanny here is a divorced woman."My breath caught in my throat.“She ran off,” Vivian sneered. “Left behind a marriage and a child. And now she plays house with you and Lily, pretending to be someone she’s not.”“That’s enough,” Logan said, his voice low and dangerous.But Vivian was far from finished. “You think she’s some miracle woman? Some savior for Lily? She couldn’t even stay in her own home. She couldn’t raise her own child.”“Vivian,” Logan warned again.“She’s unstable,” Vivian spat. “And selfish. Women like her can’t be trusted with delicate children like Lily. It’s only a matter of time before she breaks