All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, I'm Only Here to Save Your Son: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Yes, I hate her,” he replied, and even though I should have expected it, it still felt like a punch straight to the gut “I hate her because I spent years trying to forget her, trying to move on. Trying to become a new man. I tried so hard that, for a short time, I even convinced myself that I would be immune to her if she ever showed up again. I tried to convince myself that thinking about her all the time and missing her meant nothing. I did everything I could to rebuild myself after what she did… And yet, just one look at her and it all felt meaningless. One day around her again and I realized all my effort was in vain.”"That's why I hate her." he continued, with what seemed like a bitter smile in his voice "I hate what her smiles can still do to me. I hate that she's treating Theo with such affection, when I know she has no intention of staying in his life. But most of a

Asking if the letter in my hands had been written by Alexander was stupid, because it was obvious. Alex had always been fascinated by antiques and doing things in the old-fashioned way. When Ruth was still alive, she used to say that he had probably been a Victorian gentleman in one of his past lives and had never learned to abandon those customs.God knows, thanks to this, Connor and I had also developed the habit of secretly exchanging letters. All because, one day, a long time ago, Connor had asked him for advice on how to win me over, and Alex had told him that nothing was more romantic than a handwritten confession of love. Many might disagree, but it had certainly worked wonders for me.The only thing that didn't make sense was, although he also enjoyed writing letters, especially on special occasions and Christmas cards, it wasn't as if Alex communicated that way on his daily life. He was as adept at using his cell phone as any 26-year-old man, and his taste in antiques was muc

“You fucking idiot!” Michael started yelling before I even had time to feel relieved “How much longer are you going to allow her to be near my grandson?!” He slammed his hands against the table, standing up as he glared at Connor “If you’re being stupid enough to let yourself be fooled by her again, then I’ll take responsibility and be the one to kick her out…!”“Your grandson?” Connor laughed, but there was no humor in his tone “Are you talking about the child you were making study to exhaustion? With a teacher who abused him? You never think about anyone’s well-being but your own, Michael.”“How dare you?!” his father growled “I would never have put Theodore in the hands of that bitch if I had known she was treating him like that! And don’t you dare act like I’m torturing my grandson by teaching him to be a real man! He deserves the same upbringing I gave my own children…”"Oh, right. And look at what an incredible life Alex and I have had." Connor snorted, his anger beginning to sh

The ride back to the Mycroft Manor was extremely silent.Not that Connor and I had talked much since I moved in with him, but a part of me was still hopeful that I'd catch at least a hint of what was going on. I knew him well enough to recognize the signs: he was compulsively tapping his fingers against his knee, and his jaw was clenched as he stared out the window, avoiding my gaze at all costs. Maybe because he knew that if I could just catch a glimpse of his gaze, I'd have at least a clue what was going on.I probably shouldn't be thinking so much about Alexander's letters, but I guess I've never been good at controlling my mind. Plus, there was a nagging doubt that had crept into my thoughts and refused to go away. Which was terrible because, as much as Alexander was the brother I never had, he was dead now. And I was no longer his sister-in-law. Nothing good would come of getting too involved in the Mycrofts' problems again. Michael and Connor would probably just find another re

I was exhausted, as if I'd lived an entire week in just that one day. But then again, feeling completely drained had become a normal thing since I'd come to live with the Mycrofts.Theo had made an extra effort that night to stay awake. He seemed to have finally convinced himself that his grandfather wouldn't have thrown me out into the street when he woke up again, but that didn't stop Theo from holding me close while I read him a bedtime story. It was almost as if he thought he needed to guard me. Which would have been adorable, if Mae hadn't created a little monster when she suggested the only way I could stay in that house would be to marry his father.Well, remarrying, but Theodore didn't need to know that part.He'd spent the whole day twisting every subject to try to probe what I liked and disliked about his father. I even tried to have a serious talk with him about it, but I don't think Theo had grasped much beyond the fact that I didn't want to marry Connor… Yet. And, knowin