Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Chapter 171 Ethan’s POV Grace is not my mother. The words echoed in my head over and over again, like a broken record I couldn’t shut off no matter how hard I tried. They didn’t make sense. They couldn’t make sense. My brain kept rejecting them, pushing them away, trying to replace them with memories that suddenly felt unreliable, distorted. Grace Walker was my mother. She had always been my mother. She was the woman who scolded me when I scraped my knees as a child, who stood stiffly at my school events, who praised my achievements in public and punished my failures in private. She was the woman who stood beside my father at every formal dinner, every corporate gala, every board meeting photo op. She was the woman who raised me, controlled me, shaped me. And now I was being told she wasn’t my mother. I stared down at the test results again, as if the letters might rearrange themselves if I looked long enough, if I stared hard enough. But they didn’t. They remained crue

Chapter 173 Bryan’s POV Anger sat heavy in my chest, thick and suffocating, refusing to loosen its grip no matter how many times I inhaled and exhaled. Cynthia went home with Ethan. The thought replayed in my head like a cruel refrain, each repetition sharper than the last. I stared through the windshield of my parked car, the hospital lights still glowing behind me, sterile and unforgiving. My hands tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles went white. If it were up to me, I would have followed her. I would have made sure Ethan doesn’t try anything stupid with her like taking advantage of her. But she’d stopped me. Go back and rest, Bryan. I’ll take care of Ethan. Like she was still his wife. Like she still recognized him as her husband. The words burned. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. Ethan didn’t deserve her care. He didn’t deserve her concern, her patience, her softness. Not after everything he’d done. Not after the humiliation, the neglect, the emo

Chapter 175Ethan’s POVThe only thing on my mind right now was Cynthia.Just to make love to Cynthia.Every hurt, every betrayal — the sting of Grace’s lies, the venom of Anna’s schemes, drowned beneath the tidal wave of desire crashing through me. I needed her. Needed to lose myself in her, to feel her body against mine, to remind us both that something between us was still real, still ours.I guided her into the bathroom, the steam curling around us like a veil. She stood before me in just her bra and panties, eyes wide, breath coming in shallow pulls. I couldn’t wait any longer.My fingers found the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with a flick. The lace fell away, and her breasts were just as full, firm and perfect as it has always been. It spilled free, nipples already tight and begging for my mouth. They were as incredible as I remembered, untouched by time, as though the years and Amber’s birth had only made her more beautiful. I cupped them, thumbs brushing the peaks, and she

Chapter 177 Ethan’s POV Cynthia’s skin was still warm beneath my lips, still sensitive, still reacting in that familiar way that always unraveled me. She was still sleeping peacefully right beside me and it brought back memories. I can’t afford losing her again. I kissed the curve of her neck slowly, deliberately, breathing her in as if committing her scent to memory. My hands rested on her waist, not gripping, not demanding, just holding her there like if I stayed still enough she might forget to leave. She laughed softly, a breathy sound that tightened something in my chest. “Ethan,” she said, pushing lightly at my shoulder. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. Then, she checked the time on the bedside clock. Almost noon. “Oh God,” she whispered. “I really need to go and get Amber.” I groaned, the sound pulled straight from my gut, and buried my face briefly against her collarbone. I stayed there for a second longer than necessary, refusing to let reality intrude. “One

Chapter 179 Cynthia’s POV I didn’t wait for Ethan to finish another sentence. The moment his questions started looping ‘What did you mean? Does that mean he’s not your boyfriend?’ “Cynthia, answer me’ I hurried straight out of the Walker mansion like my life depended on it. Because in a way, it did. I heard him behind me, still talking, still trying to force clarity out of a truth I wasn’t ready to give. “Cynthia!” he called as I reached my car that I had left yesterday when I came initially to be with Amber. “You can’t just run away from this!” I didn’t turn back. I got into the driver’s seat, slammed the door, and locked it just as his hand hit the window. “Tell me what you meant!” he demanded through the glass. “Do you honestly think I would make love to you if I was with Kevin? What does that mean?” My chest felt like it was on fire. I started the engine. The tires screeched slightly as I reversed and pulled away, leaving him standing there in the driveway, his face