All Chapters of My Ex-husband And Son Wants Me Back After Divorce: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The next week passed like a calm river. After everything that had happened with Vivian, the chaos, the hurtful headlines, and Logan’s tense meetings, it finally felt like we could breathe again. Each morning, I woke up to sunlight slipping through the curtains. Logan left kisses on my cheek before heading to work, and Lily crawled into my bed, warm and chatty.I didn’t have nightmares that week. No whispers in my mind telling me I wasn’t enough. I spent my time drawing, reorganizing the kitchen, and planning healthy meals. It felt like healing. Like the world had hit “pause,” and for once, I wasn’t running to catch up.On Friday, I drove Lily to the martial arts center tucked between a bakery and a small music store. The building was quiet, peaceful even. The polished wooden floors and white walls reminded me of an art studio. A soft scent of incense hung in the air.Mr. Han greeted us at the door. He was tall, with a quiet strength in his stance. His black uniform was pressed, and hi

Early morning light filtered through the curtains as I sat at the kitchen table, coffee cooling beside me. My phone buzzed. I saw the name: Sebastian. My stomach fluttered.Taking a breath, I tapped the screen and called.“Hi, Sebastian,” I greeted softly.“Haley,” he answered quickly, voice steady. “I saw the news this morning. I wanted you to hear from me first.”I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Thank you.”“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner,” he said. “I should have spoken up when the rumors started.”“It’s okay,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “Thank you for doing it now.”“None of it was fair to you,” he continued. “I hope it’s not too late to make things right.”I swallowed. “It’s never too late. Thank you, Sebastian.”“Thank you,

The sun peeked through the branches above, casting speckled shadows across the grass. A light breeze rustled the leaves, and in the sandbox, Lily and Jordan were lost in a world of towers and moats.Jordan looked up, sand clinging to his cheeks. “Mommy,” he called with a grin, “look! I made a castle for you!”I smiled, brushing my hair behind my ear. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart.”Just then, Jordan scrambled out of the sandbox and ran to me. His little hands grabbed my cheeks and he planted a kiss on my forehead.“I love you,” he whispered.“I love you more,” I whispered back, squeezing him tight.Susan approached from behind, her presence gentle but firm. “Alright, prince,” she said with a playful lilt, “back to your kingdom. Lily’s waiting.”Jordan hesitated, then turned and ran off with a carefree laugh.I watched him rejoin Lily, and a strange ache settled in my chest. He listened to Susan so easily. There was no resistance, no need for coaxing. Something about the way she guided h

The air was quiet in the car as I drove Lily home. She sat in the back seat, bundled in a blanket, hugging her stuffed rabbit. Her eyes were tired, swollen from crying, but she didn’t say a word.“Do you want to listen to music?” I asked gently, glancing at her through the mirror.She shook her head without looking up.I didn’t press her.When we got home, the butler opened the door right away. “Welcome back, miss,” he said with a soft nod. “Sir is on his way.”Lily slipped off her shoes and went straight to the couch, curling up without speaking. I sat beside her and rubbed her back slowly.The door opened again.“Where is she?” Logan’s voice filled the room, low but full of worry.“She’s right here,” I said softly.He rushed to the couch, kneeling beside us. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said gently. “I heard what happened.”Lily looked up, her eyes wet. She sniffled and leaned into me.“She had a panic attack,” I whispered. “It was bad.”Logan’s gaze turned to me. He didn’t look angry. In

“Lily!” I gasped, laughing as I watched her proudly smear more tomato sauce onto Logan’s grey loungewear.Her little spoon moved like a paintbrush, the bright red sauce streaking across his chest like some kind of edible war paint.“Look, Daddy! You're pizza now!”Logan’s eye twitched. “Pizza,” he repeated slowly, staring down at the mess spreading across his shirt. “Great. Just what I wanted on a Monday morning.”“I can be the cheese,” Lily added proudly, grabbing more sauce.“Okay, okay,” I said quickly, reaching to stop her. “Lily, sweetheart, maybe we—”Before I could finish, a blob of cold tomato sauce landed on the side of my head.I froze.The room went quiet.Lily stared.I turned my head slowly, and there stood Logan with the biggest smirk on his face and an empty spoon in his hand.“Oh, you didn’t just—” I gasped.“I did,” he said smugly, backing away slightly. “And I regret nothing.”“You’re dead,” I warned.“Daddy’s gonna get it!” Lily cheered.I lunged at him.Logan darte