All Chapters of His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lior’s POVThe doorbell rings, sharp and insistent, cutting through the quiet of the house.I groan under my breath as I push myself off the couch, dragging my feet toward the door. It’s late. Too late for visitors. I already sent Dave home for the night. Unless he forgot something… but even that feels unlikely.I pull the door open.Aurelia stands there.My yawn dies instantly.I stare at her, confusion replacing the sleepiness in my eyes. “What are you doing here?” I ask.She looks at me the way someone does when they’ve rehearsed every word in their head and decided silence will make the louder entrance. Without answering, she steps past me and walks straight into my house.I stand there for a second, stunned by her boldness, before closing the door and following her inside. What exactly has she come to say now? And why at this hour?My flip-flops make soft slapping sounds against the floor as I head to the kitchen. I open the fridge, grab a bottle of water, and twist the cap off.

Lila’s POVI look into Lior’s eyes and for a moment, the world narrows to just us. His gaze is steady, searching, as though he’s trying to memorize my face in case it disappears. His arm tightens around my waist, not possessive, not controlling, but protective in a way that feels almost desperate. Like if he loosens his grip even slightly, I might shatter right there in his arms.I stay still. I let myself exist inside this moment. His chest rises and falls against mine, and I feel the solid thud of his heartbeat through his suit, strong and certain. It anchors me, pulls me into something warm and grounding, something I strangely find myself indulging in.Then a voice slices through the air.“Lior.”The sound snaps the moment clean in half.I slowly pull away from him, reluctantly, as if peeling myself from safety. I turn, sweeping my hair over my shoulder so I can see her clearly.Aurelia.Her face is flushed, red blooming across her cheeks, fury tightening every line of her expressi

Lior’s POVDave clears his throat beside my desk.“So… will you be accepting Lila’s invite?”I don’t answer immediately. My eyes lift slowly from the documents in front of me, but I’m not really seeing them anymore. Aurelia’s voice slips into my mind, uninvited, steady and polite.My parents are in the States, and they’d like to have dinner with you today.I shake my head once, a soft smile pulling at my lips, more reflex than sincerity.“Of course not.”The words come easily. Too easily.Before Dave can respond, before he can read too much into it, I push my chair back and stand. “We should head to the meeting now.”It’s abrupt. Intentional.Dave blinks, clearly caught off guard, then snaps out of it. He nods quickly. “Yeah… yeah, sure.”He moves ahead to open the door, falling into step just behind me as we walk out. I keep my pace steady, purposeful. I need to stay busy. Moving. Thinking about numbers, strategies, deadlines. Anything but her.Anything but Lila.The rest of the day

Lior’s POVWhat did I just do?The thought slams into me the second the words leave my mouth. Too late, Rowan. She’s mine now.How did I say that so easily? With no pause. No fear. No sense of consequence.Maybe because she needed help. Needed someone to push him away the way she did before. Or maybe because I’ve always wanted it. Always wanted her to be mine in a way that didn’t need pretending.Either way, I hope it works. I hope he finally backs off.If she’s said she doesn’t want him anymore, why does he keep forcing himself into her life? I can’t take it. I can’t stand the thought of him circling her like he still has a claim.So I did something she never asked me to do.And the thought of them getting back together twists my chest so tightly it almost hurts.I look at Rowan, my voice steady even as my heart clenches. “I believe you should back off now,” I say. “Lila can’t get back together with you. She’s moved on. I suggest you do the same.”I feel her beside me shift.Slowly,

Lila’s POVI step into the building, and the familiar weight of it settles over me. This place again.One of the many properties my grandmother owns, and one of the few I actually know about. Not because she has ever sat me down to explain the extent of her empire, but because she handed me a unit here and said, use this space whenever you need to work. As if that was the simplest thing in the world.It is difficult, knowing your grandmother controls businesses you can’t even keep track of. Hotels, factories, developments that hum quietly in the background of your life, too vast to fully grasp. This building is just one drop in that ocean, and yet it has become mine. My constant. My ground.The lobby buzzes with activity. Men in tailored suits, women walking briskly in heels, voices overlapping in low, purposeful conversations. Some are here for meetings. Others for conferences, negotiations, deals that have nothing to do with me. The air smells like ambition and expensive coffee.Som