All Chapters of Dear Husband my ex is back : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rosy let out a weary sigh as she slung her bag over her shoulder, preparing to leave for work. Life hadn’t been kind since her parents died ten years ago. She was the only child in the family. Every day felt heavier, lonelier, yet she kept going, because she had no choice. She had no one, no siblings, no relatives to lean on. The only people who had given her a sense of belonging were Thalia and her family. Thalia had stepped into her life like a miracle, treating her not just as a friend but as a sister. With them, Rosy didn’t feel so lost. The sharp chime of the doorbell cut through her thoughts. Frowning, she set her bag down and walked toward the door, her heels clicking against the glossy tiled floor. Each step echoed in the silence of the mansion, her home too big and too empty for just one person. She pulled the door open and her breath hitched. Orion. Her ex. The man who shattered her heart and left pieces she could never put back together. He stood there on her doo

George walked into the company building with his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit, his long strides carrying an air of effortless authority. His manager trailed behind him like a bodyguard, carrying files and tapping quickly on a tablet to keep up with his schedule. Pairs of eyes fell on him the moment he entered the lobby. It was the same every morning, the admiring glances, the whispers, the subtle smiles from the women who worked there. It didn’t matter that they all knew he was married. Their admiration for him didn't fade simply because a ring sat on his finger. Even when they tried to hide it, the longing in their eyes betrayed them. His scent, the rich blend of sandalwood and spice, left goosebumps in his wake whenever he passed by. George noticed none of it. He had learned a long time ago to ignore it. His thoughts were elsewhere, on Thalia, on the twins, on the weekend he was already longing for. “Sir, you have three more meetings lined up for today,” hi

Thalia stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement as her gaze locked on the woman standing in her way. Yulia. Again. “What’s this nonsense?” Thalia’s voice was low, her presence irritated her. “What does it look like?” Yulia shot back with a bitter smirk, her sharp eyes glittering. “You’ve grown so full of yourself, haven’t you? Paris’s newest model of the year…” “I don’t have time for your theatrics.” Thalia cut her off sharply. “Move your useless car out of my way before I call the cops.” “Are you threatening me?!” “Not just that. I'm warning you!” she replied. Then turned to walk away, but Yulia’s next words froze her in place. “I know you still love Franklin,” Yulia said, her voice soft, “And right now, he needs you. It's fine if you're married but I'm sure your husband must be aware that you are still in love with Franklin!” She turned back,“I’m not you, Yulia. I don’t go around loving someone else’s husband.” Her cold expression melte

Present day. In the hospital… Franklin’s fingers twitched against the bedsheet, clinging to it like a drowning man reaching for driftwood. His heartbeat rose and fell, each breath catching in his lungs and his eyes squeezed tighter, as if by shutting them he could cage in the storm clawing its way through his mind. But he couldn’t. The memories had already broken loose. Nine years ago. He had been exhausted, that night, the office had drained him completely, he was tired and all he wanted was silence, to rest in Thalia’s arms. But instead, when he reached for her, she turned away. Her face was cold, her voice sharp, she looked so angry. “You answered her calls again, didn’t you?” she whispered. “Thalia..” he began, but she was already walking out of the room, her steps clipped, her body rigid, the slam of the door cutting him off harder than any words. “Thalia, listen to me. It’s not what you’re thinking,” he called, following after her. Her voice came back. “Really? You kn

And she would never forgive Franklin. Not now. Not ever. The thought came to her with the sharpness of glass pressed against her skin, but Thalia did not flinch. She had long trained herself not to bleed where anyone could see. Her heart had endured too much betrayal, abandonment, lies that tasted like honey until they turned into poison. Even before she met Franklin. And he knew, yet he chose to break her as well. And forgiveness was not an option, not for Franklin. Yes she wants revenge, emotional vengeance. But not at this moment. For now she wants peace. A fragile one, a peace she had carved for herself with trembling hands, like a woman trying to sculpt beauty out of broken stone. She didn’t want her past creeping back like a shadow at the edge of her vision. She didn’t want voices she had buried whispering her name. She didn’t want the past haunting her. Her gaze drifted across the quiet bedroom, where sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting soft strea