บททั้งหมดของ DEAR EX WIFE, YOU WERE NEVER A CHAPTER : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Sophia stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, her fingers hovering over the screen. Her heart raced, unsure of the words she'd just typed. ‘Let’s talk tomorrow’ it was a simple message, but it carried so much weight, so many layers of emotions she couldn't get understand. She bit her lip, debating whether she should send it. What if it triggered something else to something she wasn't ready to face? But then again, the words were already there. he couldn't take them back, could she? A deep breath escaped her as she pressed her thumb of the screen and clicked send. The phone buzzed softly in her hand, the message now sent into the ether. She waited. For what? She wasn't sure. A response, perhaps? Some kind of acknowledgement that she hadn't completely lost her self or the person she used to be? Minutes passed. Nothing. Sophia let out a shaky breath and put the phone down beside her. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The headache from earlier st

Ethan sat in his car outside the house, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.He had promised he won't overstep. He had promised he would only come for Raven.But damn it, walking away from Sophia like that, hearing her say she didn't want him around, hurt more than he thought it would.He raked a hand through his hair, frustration and helplessness twisting inside him.How will she remember.She didn't remember what they'd built, what they had gone through, what they had recently meant to each other.And now, she didn't even want to try.His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen, Luca.With a heavy sigh, Ethan picked up.“ How did it go?” Luca's voice was cautious.Ethan let out a humourless chuckle. “ She wants nothing to do with me. I can see Raven, but that's all.”Luca was quiet for a moment. “ And you are just going to accept that?”Ethan clenched his jaw. “ What else can I do? She doesn't remember, Luca. And I can't fo

Ethan had always be a man of control. From the moment he'd made the decision to step back from Sophia's after the accident, the fallout, the memories lost, he had tried to maintain his distance. He told himself it was for the best, for her sake, for Raven's. But nothing could have prepared him for the slow, torturous pain of watching from the sidelines as Sophia moved forward without him. And yet, there he was, still in Raven's life, still seeing his son, even if he no longer had a place beside Sophia.The gala had been on his mind for days. The invitation had come through Yves Saint Laurent, of course the company he was still very much involved with,even though his heart was no longer in the glamorous world of high fashion. It wasn't his place, not anymore. Still, there were business matters to attend to.And so, there he was, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his tuxedo. The reflection staring back at him was someone be barely recognised eyes tired, jaw clenched, the wear

The next morning arrived in a blur for Ethan. He barely remembered falling asleep, but when his eyes opened, the harsh light of day pierced through his apartment. The room was a mess, a reflection of his state of mind. Empty bottles, a broken glass on the floor, a and remnants of the night before scattered around him like the fallout of a battle he didn't want to fight. He dragged himself out of bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion, both physical and emotional, pressing down on him. But sleep hadn't given him respite. It had only brought him restless dreams of Sophia, her smile, her voice, her warmth only for them to dissolve into nothingness every time he reached out.He stumbled to the kitchen, the air thick with the smell of stale alcohol. He had no appetite, but he poured himself a cup of black coffee anyway, needing the bitter warmth to shake off the fog in his mind. As the liquid slid down his throat, he leaned against the counter, staring at nothing, this thoughts still swirli

Sophia sat on the edge of the couch, her eyes unfocused, staring at the walls of their living room as if willing time to move faster, to hurry through this painful stretch of silence. The whole day had passed in blur, Jacob had given her the space she needed, but it didn't change the fact that her heart was heavy, weighed down by the quiet storm brewing in her home. Raven hadn't come out of his room since their conversation. She couldn't blame him, but it didn't make the ache any easier to bear.The clock on the wall ticked away relentlessly, the sound sharp in the quiet house, reminding her of just how much time had passed since Raven had stormed off. She couldn't imagine what he was feeling right now, he had always been full of life, so full of questions, yet now he was silent. The silence was suffocating.Sophia's gaze moved from the clock to the door leading to the hallway, her thoughts clouded with worry. She knew it wasn't easy for Raven. She knew he was hurting. But what hurt e