Todos os capítulos de Dear Husband my ex is back : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Thalia and George stepped off the dance floor, hand in hand. His palm was warm around hers, grounding her, steadying her heart even as emotions rippled around the room like an unspoken storm. Her lips were still tingling from his kiss, but her mind was locked in quiet defiance.Franklin’s furious glare burned holes into her back, but Thalia didn’t flinch not even once.The host walked back to the stage, microphone in hand, her smile glowing. Her voice echoed across the hall, teasingly with excitement.“Ladies and gentlemen,” she began, her tone bright and commanding. “We’ve had an incredible evening so far, but now…” She paused dramatically, grinning as the murmurs grew louder. “Now comes the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The official announcement of the CEO of Jaycey Companies!”Applause rippled through the crowd, mingling with whispers of speculation.“Jaycey Companies,” a woman murmured behind her fan. “Who could it be?”“I heard it’s someone powerful,” another added. “Some

Orion’s mind wasn’t at peace, first, it was Rosy’s anger that shattered his calm, and now it was his father’s fading strength that weighed him down. Everything felt weak like the air in the room could collapse under the weight of unspoken fears. He sat beside his father on the bed, the old sheets rumpled beneath him, the smell of antiseptic thick in the air. His eyes were tired, red from nights without sleep, his heart restless, afraid of the silence that always came before goodbye. Eliana sat quietly on the other side of the room, her legs crossed, her hands clasped together in a way that pretended to be composed. But her mind was miles away from the weak figure on the bed. Her mind was on the diary. That damn diary she had sent to Thalia. She had only come to the hospital to distract Orion, to look like the concerned sister, to keep up the act until everything fell into place. She bit her lower lip anxiously, glancing at her phone lying face down on the table. It should

Franklin didn’t leave the gala. He couldn’t.He sat in his car, parked just across the glittering hall, watching the entrance through the windshield. The night was beautiful, alive with laughter and champagne dreams, but he felt none of it. His hands rested on the steering wheel, with his heavy heart.His mother already left angrily, she booked her flight back to Chicago immediately and asked him to join her but he wouldn't, not until he got to talk to Thalia.“I can’t leave without you, Thalia,” he whispered.He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out his worn black wallet. He opened it slowly, and there her picture came into view. The edges were old, faded, but her smile still shone like the first day he took that photo. His throat tightened as he brushed his thumb over her face, a smile flickering and fading from his lips.Then he remembered something about his wallet.Flashback.Thalia stood in front of him, pouting, her lips pressed together, her eyes gleaming with t

Franklin stared at George for a long moment, his chest tightening with a storm of emotions he couldn’t name or explain to himself, everything felt blurred and meaningless to him compared to the sight of Thalia’s unconscious body in his arms. Deep down, he knew he had no right to fight this man over her. He’d lost that right a long time ago, and right now, her life was in danger. “Give her back!” George’s voice was sharp, filled with desperation more than anger. Franklin clenched his fists. His pride screamed to argue, to fight, but his heart…his heart wouldn’t let him. He swallowed hard, nodded slowly. “Take her.” His voice came out broken. For Thalia’s wellbeing, he’d do anything and at that moment, it wasn’t about love, or guilt, or who she belonged to, it was about saving her because if they wasted another second fighting, she might not even make it to the hospital alive. He carefully handed her over to George, his fingers trembling as he released her. Though he was j

The next morning George didn’t go home. He slept in the ward beside Thalia’s bed, his eyes hollow, he was clutching her hand. She remained unconscious, and he could not think past the pulse of dread that kept beating in his chest , the image of her face when she woke up and learned she’d lost her pregnancy again. He pressed his lips to her knuckles and let the apology slip out of his mouth.“I’m sorry this happened again. It’s my fault, Thalia,” he murmured.The landline at the nurses’ station shrilled, slicing through the hush. George stared at it for a beat, then answered.“Hello.”“Good morning, sir,” Mina said, voice thin with worry.“Morning. Is everything okay?” He scrubbed the side of his face with his free hand.“The children have been crying since dawn. They won’t eat or get ready for school. They said they won’t do anything unless they see you and Madame,” Mina reported.George’s throat tightened. He wiped his lips, “Tell them I’m coming now.” He hung up, bent his head and