บททั้งหมดของ Dear Husband my ex is back : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Franklin pulled down his facemask slowly, his fingers trembling slightly as he revealed the face she had once known so well. Thalia froze in place. Her pulse quickened, but her expression didn’t change at all. She had already recognized those eyes, there was no mistaking them, she knew it was the same deep, guilt-ridden eyes she used to stare into every night, the same eyes that once made her feel safe, then broke her heart into pieces which she still bled from them.She didn't call for guards just to hear the shit he has to say, since he's so desperate.“What are you doing here?” she asked coldly, her voice almost too calm.“I needed to talk to you,” Franklin said, his voice quiet, hesitant, as if the wrong word might make her vanish.Thalia raised a brow, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.“About what?” she asked, her lips curving in a humorless short smile. “Because I can’t think of a single thing that you and I have to discuss.”“About us,” he said. “We need to talk, Th

(FOUR DAYS LATER)Thalia had been away from the media for four days now since the news of what happened between her and George spread across every corner of the internet.Every headline carried her name, each story crueler than what really happened. They twisted her life into entertainment, painting her as the unfaithful wife, the liar, the deceiver, exactly how it was when Franklin divorced, she was called a lot of bad names.Some headlines accused her of cheating on George, while others boldly claimed that the twins weren’t his children but Franklin’s.God knows who was behind such a disgusting rumor. But in her heart, she had a strong suspicion that it must be Franklin.He looked desperate lately, too desperate, and this was exactly his kind of move.He wanted to ruin her, drag her name through the mud, and force her to bow to him. But he didn’t know her well enough. She’d make sure he regretted ever trying to play dirty with her. She’d show him what true power looked like.Even w

{Franklin’s Mansion}Franklin sat on the couch, his fingers loosely wrapped around a mug of untouched coffee. The steam had long faded, but his thoughts burned hotter with every passing second. His eyes were distant, filled with worry and regret, his jaw clenched like he was fighting an invisible battle.“Mom,” he finally said, his voice low,“do you think I did the right thing?”Delilah, who had been quietly watching him from across the room, let out a weary sigh. She stood up gracefully, her expression unreadable as she walked toward him.“No, Franklin,” she said bluntly. “You didn’t do the right thing. You did worse.”Her words sliced through the silence, sharply and coldly. But she didn’t regret them,he needed to hear it.Franklin gave a slow nod, his eyes dropping to the mug in his hands. “Yeah,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I had to. Those children… they’re my only hope, Mom. The only thing I have left that feels like mine.”Delilah folded her arms, her eyes softening but her

{Williams’ Mansion} Thalia sat in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with tired, swollen eyes. In her trembling hands was an envelope, an official press conference invitation. They wanted her to speak up about everything that had been circulating online. Since she’d refused to respond to their endless emails, they had resorted to sending a letter. She sighed bitterly. “That’s why I never wanted any of my relationships to be public,” she thought. Her gaze remained fixed on the letter as her vision blurred with tears. How was she supposed to face the world and explain that Franklin wasn’t the father of her children when he's the real father? That she had never cheated on George that George had been the one who betrayed her? Her chest tightened with emotions. She didn’t have the courage to even step out of the mansion, let alone face a room full of reporters waiting to dissect her pain. Not now. Not after everything she’d been through. Not when she was this alon

“How dare you touch my wife?!” George’s voice thundered through the air, shaking every corner of the hall. His tone was laced with fury so sharp that even the walls seemed to echo it back. The crowd froze. The officers who had grabbed Thalia’s arms turned, startled by his rage. Cameras clicked. Reporters whispered. For a brief second, the world stopped spinning. “Mr. Williams, we have an arrest warrant to…” “To hell with the arrest warrant!” George’s voice rose again, cutting through the officer’s words. “To fucking hell with the arrest warrant! You have no right to arrest my WIFE over nothing!” His words were dangerous, filled with possession. The tension around him felt heavy, even suffocating, and Thalia could only stand there, trembling, her wrists still held by the officers. Thalia's eyes flicked to him, to her husband, to the man she loves, her man.George wasn’t even looking at her. His jaw was tight, his shoulders broad and rigid under his dark suit. His eyes, those