Semua Bab The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 2Cynthia's POVI left the hospital in a daze, the doctor's words still echoing in my skull louder than any headache.I had six cruel months to live and everything and everyone was just acting so normal like I had not just been handed a death sentence.What was I supposed to do with six months?My phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out with shaking hands.‘Where are you? You've been gone for hours. Don't forget the organic vegetables Mr. Brown prefers.’It was my mother-in-law with another demand on an endless list.No "how was your appointment." No "are you okay."I stood on the corner, staring at the message, when something across the street caught my eye. A café with floor-to-ceiling windows. The kind of trendy place with overpriced lattes and desserts that I'd never been allowed to visit."Waste of time," Ethan would say whenever I suggested it. "We have coffee at home."But apparently not a waste of time for him and Anna.Amber sat between them, laughing at something A

Chapter 4 **Cynthia's POV** Everyone had left, I felt so drained but resting wouldn’t give me as much joy as seeing my son and kissing him goodnight. I just wanted to hold onto him, feel his warmth, feel alive again. Just something to forget the hurt I feel inside. I approached Amber’s room quietly, not wanting to startle him if he was already asleep. But as I drew closer, I heard his voice.. "Aunt Anna, guess what happened today!" I froze, my hand halfway to the doorknob, well... Anna is being very deliberate about taking everyone I love from me. Isn't it just too late to be on a phone call with Amber? "Mom wouldn't let me have ice cream this morning. She said it was too early and I hadn't finished my breakfast. But you would've let me, right? You always let me do what I want." My heart skipped a beat, as much as I wanted to walk away so as not to ruin the little joy I had left, I was also curious to know what he talked about with Anna. "She's so annoying," Amber contin

Chapter 6 **Cynthia's POV** Julian didn't waste time. Within an hour of my agreement, I was being wheeled through corridors for more scans. They brought me back to the hospital room, Julian was waiting with a tablet full of images I couldn't interpret. His expression was serious, studying the images. "Tell me," I said. "Just tell me the truth." He sat down, setting the tablet on the bedside table. "The tumor is large. It's in a very difficult location, near the brain stem, which controls all your vital functions. Breathing, heart rate, consciousness. Operating there is..." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "It's like defusing a bomb. One wrong move, and..." "And I die on the table," I finished. "…or worse." His voice was quiet. "You could survive with severe deficits. Paralysis, loss of speech, cognitive impairment. The risks are significant." I looked at the ceiling, at the cracks in the plaster that formed patterns like constellations. "So my options are: die

Chapter 8 **Ethan's POV** The fourth morning without Cynthia, I woke with a headache so severe I could barely open my eyes. I couldn’t place the cause of this very infuriating headache but then I remembered: I haven’t had coffee in days. Cynthia had prepared coffee every morning for eight years, ground fresh from beans she ordered specially, brewed to exact specifications I’d never bothered to ask about. I stumbled downstairs, expecting my mother to have managed something. Instead, I found her reading the newspaper in the kitchen, a tea bag steaming weakly in a cup beside her. “Did you make any coffee?” I asked, rubbing my temples. She didn’t look up. “I don’t know how to use that fancy machine your wife insists on. Make it yourself or do without.” I stared at the espresso machine, Cynthia had convinced me to buy it last year and I had no idea how to operate it. After eight years of marriage, my wife had made herself so essential that I couldn’t even manage basic self-care witho

Chapter 10 Cynthia's POV The restaurant drama with Anna had left me shaken, my heart still racing from the confrontation but I had to play it cool. I really need to learn to overcome these anxiety. I needed air, "I'll be outside," I told Kevin, who was still wrapping up details with Mr. Stanley. "Just need a minute." He nodded, concern flickering across his face, but he didn't push. He just looked over at the body guards and they followed me, keeping a distance. I positioned myself behind our parked car where I could watch the restaurant's entrance without being too visible. I found myself observing the flow of people, couples leaving hand in hand, business associates exchanging final pleasantries, friends excited about having lunch. I should have been jealous like three years ago because I didn’t have brothers then, but now… I am just admiring, not jealous. I glanced over at the other side of the car park and caught sight at someone very familiar and my heart skipped, I di