Todos os capítulos de Dear Husband my ex is back : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Thalia adjusted the strap of her dress one last time in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a softness she almost didn’t recognize. The short pink gown hugged her figure delicately, the silk fabric catching the glow of the bedside lamp and the color made her skin look brighter, she slipped her feet into nude heels, slim and sleek, and reached for her clutch.The house was quiet. The twins were asleep, their small breaths a faint symphony in the background of her thoughts. For once, she didn’t have to worry about little feet following her down the stairs or tiny voices calling her name. Tonight, it was just her and George.She inhaled slowly, reminding herself she had the right to smile, the right to be happy with the man she loves and who loves her back.George was waiting by the front door, dressed in a crisp navy suit. The shirt beneath was unbuttoned at the throat, leaving him casual yet effortlessly elegant. His hair, usually unruly from chasing the kids a

Yulia stayed with her mother in the mansion owned by her mother’s boyfriend, and though the house was grand, her heart wasn’t at ease. She felt like a stranger inside those wide marble walls. Nothing about the place brought her happiness. She knew Franklin shouldn’t have found out about any of this. Someone must have told him, she thought. But who? As far as she knows, no one knew about her affair with Gael except Gael himself. Or did he reveal her secret to him? No, Gael doesn't go back on his words, he'd never reveal it…She sighed. He can do anything just to have her back in his life, which won't happen. But Franklin, she didn't even get anything from him, not when he forced her to sign the divorce papers. It hurts, she didn't expect him to find out. Eventually Franklin has to know but not so soon. Her thoughts were interrupted when Tina walked into the room, her expression carrying both worry and exhaustion. “Yulia, you haven’t eaten since last night,” Tina said g

It was break time at École Lumiere, the usual chatter filling the classroom as children unwrapped their lunches and shared little jokes. The room buzzed with laughter, the scent of warm baguettes and packed meals drifting in the air. Tracey plopped down beside Jay, opening her lunchbox without even sparing him a glance. Jay, however, had no appetite. His gaze was locked on Jewel, who sat quietly at her desk, staring at nothing. Her expression was distant, her eyes shadowed with a sadness he couldn’t quite understand, but it made him feel uncomfortable. Tracey followed his line of sight and scoffed. “Seriously? Just go to her already. You’re staring like she’s about to disappear." “You don’t even like her,” Jay murmured, still glancing at Jewel. “Maybe not. But at least she makes you act normal again. Right now, you’re losing it.” Tracey shrugged, rolling her eyes. Jay chuckled softly. He bent down and kissed the back of her hand playfully, then stood up. “Eew, Jay. Gross

“Try it…and it will be the last mistake you’ve ever made,” George’s voice thundered with a low growl, the kind that sent shivers down his spine. Franklin’s face twisted with rage, his chest heaving as if he wanted to strike, to scream, to tear the world apart with his bare hands. Thalia’s heart raced in her chest, her legs trembling as she stood between the two men who had defined her past and her present. The mansion lights flickered in her vision, the marble floor beneath her threatening to give way. Her breath came in short, with gasps. The children. Where were her children? She tried to raise her voice, to scream for them, but nothing came out. George stepped closer to Franklin, his presence deadly. “You’ll never touch her again,” he growled. “You’ll never lay a finger on my children. Because if you do,” His voice dropped, dangerously quiet. “...you don't wanna mess with George Williams.” Franklin led out a hollow, bitter laugh. “Your children?” His eyes burned

The chandelier lights dripped gold over the hall, dazzling against champagne glasses and glittering gowns. The city’s richest, the proud, the powerful, and the arrogant billionaires gathered under one roof for Paris’s annual Crescent Empire Gala.It was the night for billionaires not just anyhow person.Delilah stood beside Franklin, both impeccably dressed. He wore a sharp black tuxedo, every inch of him reeking of control and confidence, while she, in her deep emerald gown and diamond earrings, looked like a Queen. Franklin’s gaze roamed the crowd restlessly, scanning every face, every corner of the glittering room. No sign of George. No trace of Thalia.Why? Wouldn't they attend the party? He thought to himself already scared he won't get to see her.“Don't worry, she'll be here with her husband.” a voice said inside him and he scoffed.Delilah followed his gaze, already knowing what or rather who he was looking for. She sighed quietly.A few feet away, Yulia stood alone, her fi