Semua Bab His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Bab 111 - Bab 120

Lila’s POVI step out of the car slowly, the cool evening air brushing my skin as Rowan holds the door open for me like a gentleman. His presence is grounding, steady, and for tonight, that feels like enough. I lift my hand to sweep my hair to one side, letting it fall neatly over my shoulder as I straighten my posture. For a moment, I let myself breathe.I walk forward with calm confidence, like the main character in my own story, heading into Ristorante Bellavita, the restaurant I personally selected for Rowan to bring me to. Everything about the place screams quiet luxury. Crystal lights shimmer softly above, polished marble floors reflect warm gold hues, and the low hum of refined conversation fills the space. This is the kind of place where apologies are accepted, where second chances are given with grace and expensive wine. I smile to myself, lips curving slightly. Yes. This feels right. This feels deserving.I move deeper into the restaurant, my heels clicking softly, when I

Liam’s POVI stand in front of the door for a long moment, my hand hovering inches away from the wood. My chest feels tight, like every breath has to be earned.Then a voice comes from behind me.“Excuse me. Who are you?”It’s calm, but guarded, like she’s already bracing herself for something she doesn’t want.Slowly, I turn.And there she is.Her hair is pulled back simply, neat but effortless. Her face looks familiar and different all at once, shaped by time and distance rather than age. But her eyes… those haven’t changed. Deep. Steady. The kind that once watched over me even when I convinced myself I didn’t deserve it.My breath leaves me all at once.“Mom.”The word slips out before I can stop it.Her eyes widen just slightly. Not shock. Not anger. Just recognition crashing into disbelief. We stare at each other in silence, the space between us suddenly too small and impossibly vast at the same time.So this is it.I’m finally here. Standing in front of you. Finally meeting you

Lila’s POVI hear his voice before anything else.“Lila… Lila.”Again.And again.It’s filled with so much panic, so much raw worry, that if I weren’t lying here with my cheek pressed against his chest, I might laugh out loud.I don’t respond.I let myself stay exactly where I am, sinking into him like I’ve lost all sense of gravity.Honestly, I knew he’d fallen the moment he saw me at the club. That part was obvious.What I didn’t know was that whatever he felt had grown this big.If only he could hear his own heartbeat right now. Fast. Uneven. Loud beneath my ear.Awww. Poor Lior.Relax. I’m not dead.Just… enjoying this.His cologne drifts around me, warm and familiar in a way that makes my thoughts slow. His voice keeps breaking as he calls my name, sounding more like the distressed one between us. A damsel in designer shoes.Around us, the air shifts.I hear murmurs as people gather closer. Hushed voices. Questions whispered like secrets.“Is she okay?”“What happened?”“Were the

Lila’s POVI am not angry. Not mad either.Just… pissed.Not in a sharp, explosive way. More like a quiet irritation that settles in my chest and refuses to leave. The moment with Liam still echoes in my head, leaving me restless and oddly light at the same time. It makes no sense. I should feel relieved after setting boundaries, after saying what needed to be said, yet there is a faint, unwanted warmth tangled up with the discomfort.I stay quiet in the car.My eyes remain locked on the road ahead, unfocused, like I am searching for something I lost but cannot remember where I dropped it. Streetlights pass in soft blurs. My reflection stares back at me from the window, distant, withdrawn.Liam’s face flashes through my mind.The way his expression cracked when I said I didn’t like him.Why should I even care how he feels?The thought comes sharp and fast as my fingers curl around the seat belt strap. He is the same friend I trusted as a child. The same one who betrayed me. The same o

Claudia’s POVMy hand lands across his face for the third time.Hard.The sound echoes sharply in the room as his head snaps to the side, his body staggering before he forces himself upright again, returning to stand directly in front of me. His hand never leaves his back, posture bent in submission, loyal like a dog that knows better than to run.I lift a brow slowly, disappointment etched deep into my expression.“You mean to tell me,” I say calmly, “that you missed her and couldn’t get the job done?”He nods.The moment he does, I strike him again. It’s almost automatic now, a rhythm I’ve fallen into since he walked in and admitted failure. He braces himself this time, jaw tightening, shoulders stiffening as my palm meets his skin.Again, I position myself before him.“So,” I repeat coolly, “you failed?”Another nod.Another slap.My fingers leave angry prints on his cheek, red and unmistakable, but I don’t stop. And he doesn’t move. I keep hitting him until I lose count, until the