Todos os capítulos de Dear Husband my ex is back : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Jay was still at the chapel. He sat quietly on the wooden bench where he had been sitting for hours now, his small legs dangling just above the tiled floor, his hands folded loosely on his lap. In front of him, Tracey's picture was resting on the stand near the altar, smiling at him. Everyone had been hurt by Tracey’s death, there was no denying that but he was hurt the most because Tracey and him were always together all day. He didn't go home because the mansion had felt heavier since that day, the walls echoing with a grief that refused to settle. But Jay…it was different for him. He was the one who had lost a twin. The one who had lost the person who shared his world, his secrets, his silence. He was the one who was hurt the most. Home didn’t feel like home anymore. Every hallway reminded him of Tracey running past him. Every staircase echoed with her laughter. Even their room was untouched, perfectly arranged, it felt like a trap waiting to break him open all over again. Tha

*Five Days Later* Christmas arrived quietly, without bells or laughter, without warmth. It crept into the hospital ward like an uninvited guest, dressed in white walls and the steady beep of machines. Thalia sat beside Jay’s bed, unconscious. The IV drip hung above him, clear liquid flowing steadily into his veins. His face looked thinner than she remembered, his lips pale, lashes resting too softly against his cheeks. He had barely spoken since Tracey died, barely eaten, barely lived. The doctors called it grief-induced collapse. Thalia called it terror. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against the edge of the bed, her fingers wrapped tightly around Jay’s hand as if letting go might make him disappear. He was all she had left now. Losing Tracey had already hollowed her out and losing Jay would destroy her completely. Outside the ward, she could hear laughter from visitors, the shuffle of gift bags, the low hum of a carol playing somewhere down the corridor. It made her

Franklin stood stiffly in the middle of the living room, his hands clenched so tight his knuckles had turned white. Delilah’s words still echoed in his head, each one landing like a blow he hadn’t been prepared for. “Franklin… he’s your brother, and you have to accept that,” Delilah said again, her voice breaking as tears streamed freely down her cheeks. He let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow and cracked. His head shook slowly, disbelief written all over his face. “He’s my brother?” Franklin asked quietly, as though repeating it might somehow make it make sense. “Does he even know?” His eyes lifted to hers, sharp and wounded. “Does he have any idea that I’m his brother?” Delilah’s lips trembled. She reached for him quickly, but her hand dropped midway, unsure if he would accept it. “He doesn’t know,” she whispered. “But I’ll tell him. I promise, Franklin. I’ll tell him everything.” Franklin turned away from her, pacing the room like a caged animal. His breath was unev

(George’s Car) George’s hands were firm on the steering wheel, his eyes glued to the road. The city lights blurred past them, red and white streaks slicing through the darkness. Orion sat beside him, rigid, his jaw clenched. His knee bounced uncontrollably, his fingers digging into his thigh. In the backseat, Yulia sat quietly, her hands folded together, while Gael had one arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. “We have to get there as soon as possible,” Orion said, his voice filled with fear he was no longer trying to hide. “Nothing should happen to Rosy. Nothing at all.” he said. George nodded without taking his eyes off the road. “I know. Did you inform the police to lurk around? You know how smart Eliana is. She always plans ten steps ahead.” “Yes,” Orion replied immediately. “I did. I told them to stay close but not interfere unless things go south.” He swallowed hard. “I just hope she doesn't...” His words were cut short by the sharp buzz of his phone. The soun

Thalia let out a long, shaky sigh, one that seemed to come from the deepest part of her chest. Her eyes shimmered with silent tears, not from pain this time but from relief, a real, heavy relief. The kind that settles in slowly after months of fear, after nights spent staring at ceilings and wondering when the next disaster would strike. Eliana had finally been arrested. The words still didn’t feel real. Even as they echoed in her head, Thalia found herself holding her breath, as though the universe might snatch the peace away if she relaxed too much. Her fingers trembled slightly as she wiped at her cheeks, brushing away tears that refused to fall. She leaned back against the pillows, exhaustion wrapping around her like a second skin. “I just hope no obstacle like this comes my way again, George,” she whispered, her voice fragile. “I just want a peaceful life.” It wasn’t too much to ask. After everything she had been through—the betrayal, the loss, the constant fear—it felt