Todos os capítulos de His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Lior’s POV I barely notice the city blur outside until Rico pulls the Maserati to a smooth stop. The engine hums low, like it knows we’ve arrived somewhere we don’t belong.I step out, jacket falling against my sides, Andrea gliding beside me like he owns the night.Ahead, Club Eterno glows in cold, silver lettering above the velvet-lined entrance. The bass inside is already bleeding into the street, subtle but pulsing—like a heartbeat I don’t recognize.I tug at my cuffs and glance sideways. “Don’t tell me you brought me to a club.”Andrea grins like he’s proud of himself. “Come on, man. This isn’t some corner joint. It’s the real thing. Classy, high-end. Where Italian nightlife really lives.”I rub my temple. “You’re impossible.”He shrugs, cool and calm as ever. “Look, I booked the VIP space. That’s why I was late to the launch. I wanted everything to be set for you when you finally crawled out of the cameras.”I freeze. “So you ditched my launch for a reservation?”He lifts both

Liam’s POVMy eyes stay glued to the phone in my hand, unmoving, fixed on the photos Marcus sent. Lila… and my mother… together at a mall. I stare at the screen so long my vision blurs, but I still don’t look away. I can’t believe this. Not after everything. Not after all the years of searching.Marcus’s text plays loudly in my mind, almost like a voice echoing inside my skull: I’ve found your mom and your wife.A shaky breath leaves me. Three years of looking for them with no single trace. Three years of walking through every city with a hollow chest, praying for something, anything. And now… I finally find the both of them. My chest lifts, excitement breaking through the shock. I need to leave for Italy now. I need to go get back my wife. My Lila…My thoughts fade, swallowed by memories that rush up too fast. Who would have thought that the Lila I pushed away, the Lila I hurt, the Lila I thought I didn’t know… was the same girl from the orphanage. The child I shared everything with.

Lila’s POVThe clatter of cutlery snaps me out of my thoughts. Sofia is the one who broke the silence, her tone soft but full of certainty.“You don’t have to worry about anything, okay? Besides, we’re here.” Her eyes move between Alessia and Enzo, who nod like they’ve already planned my salvation. “We’ll help you. I’m sure your grandma only wants to test you and get you ready for when you finally graduate. Don’t worry, you’re going to prove to her how capable you are.” Her confidence is contagious, warm like a hug.Then she lowers her voice in a whisper that makes her grin. “At least maybe after this, she’ll finally let you live the life.”We all burst into laughter. I lift my head, feeling lighter as I say, “Right? I just need to prove myself to her.” I stir the air like I’m convincing the universe too. They nod enthusiastically, like a personal hype team.The room softens after that. We settle into finishing our food, the tension from earlier melting away.When we’re done, I reach

Aurelia’s POVTonight is a special night, and I refuse to step into it looking anything less than unforgettable.The moment I arrive at The Ivory Pavilion, the towering glass building glows like it has been waiting for me. I glide through the entrance, the warm lights catching on my satin dress in a deep wine red. It hugs my waist perfectly, and the slit teases my thigh with every step. My hair falls in glossy waves down my back, and my lips curve with quiet satisfaction.I look expensive. I look inevitable.A staff member notices me immediately—of course she does—and her expression shifts into polite urgency as she approaches.“Velisse’s latest collection has just arrived, ma’am,” she says.That’s all I need to hear.I nod once and move past her, already heading down the familiar marble hallway toward the private collection room. The staff hurries after me to open the door, but I barely slow my pace.The room blooms into view the moment I step inside—Velisse’s private collection, res

Liam’s POVThe moment our eyes meet, the world tilts. For a second, I forget how to breathe. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be standing in front of her like this. I came to Italy because of her, yes, but I wasn’t sure how to see her yet. I only came to this place to meet with Marcus, to get more information about Lila and my mother. That was all. A quiet investigation. Nothing dramatic.Yet here she is. In my arms. As if fate decided to mock me to my face.She breaks the gaze first. Her lashes flutter and she fumbles against my chest, trying to steady herself. I catch her by the waist, my fingers tightening almost instructively as I help her straighten up, my hands lingering a second too long. A rush of heat hits my face and my pulse spikes, but I force myself to stay still. She clears her throat, touches her hair like she needs to gather herself, and steps back with a faint, awkward smile.“Thanks,” she murmurs, already moving sideways as if she cannot get away fast e