Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Husband my ex is back : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Thalia’s hands trembled as she gripped her phone, staring blankly at the screen. She hadn’t even started the engine when Franklin’s call came through.“Lia… I’m on my way. I heard the news already. Please… be calm,” he said, sounding so worried as expected.Thalia let out a hollow, broken laugh that twisted through her chest like a knife. Her tears fell uncontrollably, rolling down her cheeks. She smirked through her tears bitterly, so bitter that it didn’t even look human anymore. Today, today was meant to be the happiest day of her life. Everything had been building toward this moment, the day she could breathe freely, the day the chaos of the past few weeks would finally, finally be at ease. But it was all destroyed, it was shattered.She cried more than she thought she could, her chest heaving with a pain that felt physical. Her mind flashed with images she couldn’t stop seeing: Tracey laughing, Jay tugging at her hand, the innocence of her children juxtaposed against the horror t

“Thalia…” Rosy whispered, the name barely escaping her lips.But Thalia didn’t reply. Her vision blurred, the walls tilting, the ceiling spinning, and the voices fading around her. One moment she was standing, the next her knees buckled beneath her and her entire body gave out. She collapsed, like someone had unplugged every cord holding her to life.George reached the corridor that exact second. The moment he saw her falling, everything inside him tore apart.“Lia!” he shouted, sprinting to her, dropping to the floor beside her. His voice cracked, shaking violently as he tapped her cheek. “Lia, look at me...Thalia!”But she didn’t move, her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes remained shut.“Help!” George yelled, his voice booming through the hospital. “Somebody help!”Nurses rushed over immediately. They lifted Thalia gently and wheeled her into the VVIP ward the moment they confirmed her condition. George followed until they blocked him at the door.“Sir, please wait outside. We need

(BLACKWOOD’S ISLAND)Franklin stormed into the mansion with heavy, furious footsteps that echoed angrily against the marble floor. The front door slammed so hard behind him that one of the guards flinched. He didn’t care. His chest was burning and his head was pounding with emotions he couldn’t even name, be it anger, confusion, jealousy, fear, desperation, everything twisted together.As expected, his mother was already waiting for him.Delilah stood in the center of the living room with her arms folded, posture sharp, eyes cold and unreadable, like she had been standing there long before he even arrived, anticipating the storm he carried.Franklin tore off his jacket and threw it carelessly on a chair. Then he sat down heavily, folding his legs and running a shaky hand through his hair.“I can’t believe this…” he snapped, voice sharp with bitterness.Delilah’s expression hardened. She moved closer to him, her heels clicking quietly on the floor, stopping just a few feet away.“What

George didn’t wait for another word. He rose to his feet slowly, gently slid his arms around Thalia’s waist and pulled her into him. She didn’t fight it, her body melted into his chest as though the strength holding her upright finally collapsed. Her face pressed into his shoulder, her breath shaky, her palms gripping the back of his shirt as if holding onto the last piece of stability she had left.For the first time since Tracey’s death, Thalia allowed herself the luxury of leaning on someone.Not as a mother.Not as a fighter.Not as a woman drowning in questions, grief, and fury.But simply as a human being who was tired, so unbearably tired.George held her with a firmness that didn’t suffocate her. His hands slid up and down her back slowly, grounding her with every motion. He didn’t speak. He didn’t rush her. He simply held her like she was the center of his universe, and if he let go, she would fall apart.He rested his chin gently on her hair.“You’re safe,” he whispered eve

“Eliana,” she muttered, her eyes blazing with resolve, “you’ll have to answer to me this time around.” And she pressed harder on the accelerator.Thalia didn’t remember how she got there. She only knew that at some point, the road curved into a long, private driveway lined with towering iron gates and silent cameras. And it was boldly written on the signboard—Smith's Mansion. She had never stepped foot there before, had never needed to. But now, standing outside the mansion with her hands trembling slightly at her sides, she felt like fate had dragged her here by the throat, she has to confront Eliana today or never. The car engine became silent as she switched off the engine. The silence that followed was loud. She stepped out, her heels clicking against the tiled pavement, the black gown clinging to her body. Before she could take more than three steps, two security men appeared, blocking her path with professional stiffness. “Ma’am,” one of them said politely but firmly, “w