Todos os capítulos de Dear Husband my ex is back : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

George chuckled softly, his eyes warming as he leaned in to press a slow kiss to Thalia’s lips gently, like he wanted to leave a piece of himself lingering on her mouth. Before she could respond, he slid one arm beneath her knees and another beneath her back, lifting her effortlessly. The way he carried her, close to his chest, with a protective firmness made her cling to him, her fingers hooking around the back of his neck.He held her like she was fragile and powerful all at once.The steam from the waiting bath curled in the air, warm and perfumed. George lowered her carefully into the bathtub as if the water might swallow her whole if he moved too fast. Her eyes never left his, not even for a blink. There was something almost desperate in her gaze, like she feared that the second he stepped away, he would fade the way everyone from her past once did.He brushed droplets of water from her cheek with his thumb.“Why are you controlling yourself?” she muttered, her tone low and a lit

(BLACKWOOD'S ISLAND)Franklin stared at the laptop screen like a man sitting in the ruins of his own life. His office was dim, curtains half-drawn, the only light coming from the harsh glow of the trending video playing over and over, Thalia and George's proposal video trending online.He swallowed hard, pressing his thumb against the space bar to freeze the frame, her face in mid-laugh, eyes shining, cheeks flushed as George tucked her hair behind her ear.Franklin leaned back in his chair and exhaled shakily.He wanted to look away. Every part of him begged to look away, but he couldn’t, he never could, not when it came to her.He smirked bitterly, not because he found it funny, but because it hurt too much.Thalia had given him everything, her loyalty, her heart, her patience, even the parts of herself she never gave the world. And he… what had he done with all that love? He had crushed it in the palms of his hands without realizing he was destroying the only thing that ever truly

Thalia accepted it, nodded, and watched as the maid collected the empty tray and left.Jay immediately pulled Tracey’s hair again.“Jay!” Tracey yelled before jumping off the bed. Jay scrambled after her, giggling like a maniac.Thalia shook her head and sighed. “Careful, kids!” She called after them.The room was silent again, she giggled shaking her head.She stood up, placing the letter on the bed briefly before walking into the washroom. The cool water on her face refreshed her instantly. She tied her hair into a ponytail, smoothing the stray strands.When she stepped out of the washroom, George was waiting for her, leaning casually against the wall, his hands in pockets, his eyes fixed on her with a gaze she felt all the way to her bones.He straightened as soon as she entered, his expression softening instantly.He walked toward her, slid an arm around her waist, and pulled her gently into his chest.“You look so perfect, wifey.”She laughed softly, her cheeks warming. “I haven

Thalia wrapped her arms around him, and he lifted her effortlessly. Her legs curled around his waist as a soft smile curved her lips. His mouth found her neck instantly, his warm breath brushing her skin before his lips trailed fire along the column of her throat. With one slow pull, he unzipped her gown, letting it fall in a careless heap on the floor.Now she was in nothing but her panties, her breasts on full display for him, soft, full, inviting. His gaze darkened, drinking her in like a sin he’d commit again and again.Their throats moved at the same time in a shared swallow, they've had moments like this once but tonight felt different, as if time itself paused to give them space.He lowered her onto the bed, his fingers working through the buttons of his shirt. Thalia watched him unbutton his shirt, her chest rising with anticipation she couldn’t hide. The tension thickened between them, lust filling the air like heat.She swallowed as he leaned over her, his right hand cuppin

George drove for a long time without saying much, his hand resting on Thalia’s thigh the entire ride as though he needed to feel her warmth to breathe properly. The sky was already deep blue, the moon whitening the road ahead, and Thalia sat quietly beside him, her heart filled with a strange peace that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. The twins were at the back, sleepy but excited, whispering to themselves and giggling every time George glanced at them through the rear mirror.Thalia didn’t know where he was taking them, but she didn’t care. She trusted him, trusted his decisions, trusted his heart, trusted the way he looked at her as though she was the only woman who ever existed. George wasn’t just driving; he was creating a memory, and she could feel it in her soul.The car finally slowed, then stopped with a soft crunch of tires rolling over sand. When Thalia stepped out, the wind hit her face, gently. She blinked in surprise when she realized where they were.A beach.“You…