Semua Bab His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Bab 151 - Bab 160

Lior’s POVI’m still watching her fingers trace the edge of the picture frame when she suddenly straightens.“Oh dear,” she says with a soft laugh, brushing her hand lightly over the glass. “I must be boring you, talking about your late aunt.”“Of course not, Grandma,” I cut in quickly as she turns toward me. “Even though I didn’t get to know her much, she was still my aunt… and your daughter.”Her smile widens at that. It softens too. She exhales slowly before stepping away from the portrait and turning fully toward me. “Come on,” she says gently. “Let’s go sit.”She leads the way into the living room, and I follow.We settle onto the couch facing each other, the late afternoon light spilling through the tall windows.“So, Grandmother… are you saying you want to stay back here in Italy too?” I ask as I lean back. She lifts a brow, amused. “Why? Don’t you want me here?”“Of course not,” I shoot back immediately. “You know I’d be more than happy if you chose to stay.”At least that w

Lila’s POVI stare at the woman in front of me.Elara.My breath almost falters, but I steady it quickly.“It’s… you again?” she says, surprise etched clearly in her voice. “Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here. I… actually came for a friend’s daughter’s graduation.”Her eyes travel over me, slow and assessing.“You school here? Graduating from the fashion school too?”I keep my expression neutral and give a small nod.“Yes.”The first time we met at the mall months ago, I hadn’t gotten my memories back then. But it kept tugging at me—the way she looked at me, the way she had called my name. She knew me, I was sure of it, but I didn’t pay any attention. And even now, with the memories back, I have to pretend not knowing her.Elara, Liam’s mother. The only person who had truly protected me against the world then. Loved me without even knowing who I was. She even convinced her son, Liam, to marry me so I wouldn’t be left exposed to the world alone. She showered me with care, defended me

Lior’s POVI watch as Lila walks away with Rowan.I tell myself I won’t follow her with my eyes.I fail.Rowan opens the car door for her. She pauses for half a second before getting in, not looking back. Not once. The door shuts. The engine starts.And I stand there.Useless.My grandmother’s voice echoes in my head from our last conversation: Why not give up on her and accept the fate you’re born with?“I don’t intend to give up on Lila,” I had said to her, holding her gaze.She had been quiet for a moment before gently saying to me, “Then start by showing up at her graduation party. If you truly intend to get her back, begin there.”I promised her I would try.But here I am.Watching another man drive her away.The car pulls off. I remain standing there long after it disappears from sight, as if my body has forgotten how to move.My chest aches.She did not spare me a glance.Not even a second.My phone vibrates. A text. Grandma: How’s it? Were you able to speak to her? If you did

Liam’s POVI burst through the front door and stride straight into the living room, my chest rising and falling as if I have just run a mile.The sound of the door slamming echoes behind me.“Why did you stop me, Mom?” I demand, running a hand through my hair as I turn sharply. “I should have gone to her. I should have stopped her from leaving with him.”My mother steps into the room calmly, closing the door behind her.“And how exactly were you planning to do that?” she asks.Her question catches me off guard.I stare at her, confused.“I don’t get it,” I scoff, walking toward her. “What do you mean?”She studies me carefully.“You can’t possibly tell me you planned to tell her that she’s your wife.”The words hit me harder than I expect.I press my fingers against my temples.“No. Not really,” I admit under my breath, “but that doesn’t change the fact that she is.”“And it still doesn’t change the fact that she can’t remember any of that right now,” my mother replies gently. “And yo

Margaux’s POV“So, how did it go?”My voice is calm, measured, but there is a quiet anticipation beneath it as I look at Vivian.She nods immediately. “The launch was a success.”A small smile curves my lips.Of course it was.She hands me the iPad and I take it, my fingers steady as I swipe through the photos.One after the other.Lila standing at the center of the room.Guests admiring the designs.The displays.The crowd.Her brand.Her world.Each image pulls something warm from deep within me.“I can’t wait for when she finally chooses a brand name,” I say, smiling as Vivian nods.“So tell me,” I continue, “did all her designs make it for today’s launch?”She inches closer. “Yes. I had all the designs she made for the prestige fashion show available for today’s launch, as per your order. And here’s the report about it.”My eyes flick briefly to hers before returning to the screen. She taps lightly, pulling up another page.Analytics.Live reports.Trending feeds.“The internet h