All Chapters of His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lila’s POVI decide to come in for the final inspection myself today.There are no classes for the rest of the week at school, and honestly, I cannot even tell why my chest feels so heavy from the moment I wake up. It is not exhaustion. It is not stress. It is just this dull, persistent ache sitting quietly beneath my ribs, like something unresolved.Maybe it is the waiting.The waiting for a call that never came.The thought slips in softly, unwelcome but persistent. I tell myself it is nothing, yet my fingers itch to reach for my phone again. Could that really be it? Could waiting for him, checking my screen over and over, and seeing nothing be the reason my mood feels so… low?I shake my head, physically pushing the thought away, and a soft laugh escapes me, almost forced.“Can’t be,” I murmur under my breath. “Why should I even be bothered if he hasn’t called? Who cares whether he does or not?”But—“Next.”Marcelline’s voice rings out clearly, slicing through my thoughts, and I l

Lior’s POVAndrea leans back in his chair, eyes sharp with curiosity. “So the other lady you’re talking about,” he says aloud, “is the same one you saw that night at the club?”I nod once.He hits the table lightly with his palm, just enough to make a sound between us. “I knew it!”I look at him, studying his face, like I’m trying to figure out exactly how much he knows.Andrea chuckles, relaxed, careless. “Come on, man. I saw the way you ran after her. You didn’t even look back when I tried reaching for you.” He shakes his head, amused. “Who would’ve thought the almighty Lior would fall for a girl at first sight, even while engaged to be married?”I shoot him a look.He laughs, unfazed. “Relax. Your secret’s safe with me.” He shrugs. “Besides, you can’t stop your heart from beating for someone. And having a little fun? It’s not like you’re married yet.”I scoff, turning my gaze away. Andrea has never cared much for feelings or consequences. As long as things are light, easy, no strin

Lior’s POVI slide my arms into my jacket, the fabric settling over my shoulders as I walk toward the dresser. My fingers move automatically to my cuffs, fastening the cufflinks with practiced ease. Gold catches the light. Sharp. Polished. Like armor I have worn too many times.I reach for my cologne, lift the bottle, and spray once at my wrist, once at my neck. The familiar scent blooms in the air, clean and expensive, grounding me even as my mother’s voice cuts through my thoughts.Be sure to be at the event tonight. Don’t disappoint me.I scoff under my breath. She sure knows how to get me worked up.Left to me, I would not step foot into that place tonight. I would rather be anywhere else than surrounded by cameras, expectations, and her friends pretending to know me. But this is not about what I want. It never is.I tug the hem of my jacket down and exhale slowly. Do I even have a choice? The company is one of the sponsors. My name is tied to it. My presence is expected. Even if

Aurelia’s POVI turn fully to face Claudia, my heels grounding me in place as irritation coils tight in my chest.“You said you had a plan, so what now?” I ask, my voice low but cutting. “That Lila of a girl is still out there shining. She’s even here and ready to partake in this event with her collections for launch tonight.”Claudia exhales slowly, the kind of tired sigh that feels dismissive. She does not answer me. Instead, she turns away, already taking a step as if I am no longer worth the conversation.I scoff. “Or have you also found out about her condition?”That stops her.She turns back to me, brows drawing together. “Condition?”I don’t answer immediately. I fold my arms across my chest, letting the silence stretch, watching impatience flicker in her eyes before curiosity takes its place.“She’s suffering from memory loss,” I say finally, my voice calm, almost careless.Claudia stills.Her eyes widen just slightly as the words sink in. “Memory loss?”I release a breath thr

Lior’s POVThe hall is alive around me.Soft music hums through the air, low conversations weave together in polished elegance. I sit beside Andrea, tucked away at the corner of the hall where I can exist without drawing too much attention. It should feel calming. Controlled.It doesn’t.My body is here, but my mind isn’t.It’s still somewhere else, tangled in words that refuse to loosen their grip on me.Back to when she walked in.Lila.How she moved into the room, my eyes lifting instinctively, tracking her without permission.How she didn’t even look at me.Not even once.She walked past, her gaze fixed ahead, her posture straight but tight, like she was holding herself together by sheer will. The look in her eyes was distant, guarded. As if my presence meant nothing. As if I was just another face in the room.Her words replay in my mind, clear and merciless as fear settles between my ribs, slow and heavy.Does this mean she’s done waiting?Does this mean she no longer wants anyth