All Chapters of Tangled Desires: Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AVA MAXWELL'S POV.The moment we stepped off Jerome’s private jet onto the tarmac in Santorini, I was instantly captivated by the stunning views around me. The island’s whitewashed buildings stood against the backdrop of the endless blue sea, kissed by golden sunlight. A cool breeze carried the scent of salt and blooming flowers, wrapping me in the kind of paradise I never imagined I’d experience firsthand.But as breathtaking as Santorini was, it was nothing compared to the man standing beside me.Jerome’s hand was firm on my lower back as he led me toward the sleek black convertible waiting for us. He looked effortlessly powerful in a crisp white shirt with the top buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose the veins in his forearms. His dark eyes sparkled under the sun as he glanced at me.“Welcome to Santorini, Mrs. Parker,” he said smoothly.I rolled my eyes at the name, even though hearing it sent a flutter of warmth through my chest. “I’m not Mrs. Parker yet.”

A choked sob escaped me before I could stop it, and I launched myself into his arms, holding onto him as tightly as I could.“Promise me,” I whispered against his chest. “Promise me you won’t hurt me again. I can’t take it.”Jerome’s arms wrapped around me, strong and unwavering. “I promise.” His lips pressed against my hair, lingering as he murmured, “There will only ever be one woman in my life. And that woman is you.”A fresh wave of emotion crashed over me. I had won. In life, in love. Jerome was mine, and I was his.I squeezed him tighter, burying my face against him as he chuckled softly, his hands rubbing soothing circles against my back.After a few moments, he pulled back slightly, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. “No more tears,” he murmured. “Unless they’re happy ones.”I sniffled, then laughed. “Okay.”He kissed my forehead before grabbing my hand. “Come on.”“Where are we going?”“To the mall.”I blinked. “The mall?”He nodded. “I want you to pick whatever you wan

Ava's PovBy the time we arrived at the mansion, I was more than ready to collapse onto the nearest soft surface. But just as I was about to step out of the car, Jerome turned to me, mischief glinting in his dark eyes.“Go get comfortable,” he murmured, brushing a soft kiss against my lips. “I have a few things to handle with Adrian.”I pouted slightly, but he only smirked before slipping out of the car. As I watched him disappear up the grand staircase with Adrian close behind, I felt a small flutter of anticipation. There was something undeniably attractive about seeing him in his element—commanding, confident, in control.Shaking my head, I made my way upstairs to my room, pushing the door open and stepping inside. The familiar scent of roses greeted me immediately, wrapping around me like a warm embrace.A sigh of contentment escaped me as I flopped onto my bed, sinking into the soft mattress. It felt good to be home.After a moment of just basking in the familiar comfort of my sp

​AVA MAXWELL’S POV ​The morning sun filtered through the heavy, cream-colored silk drapes of the master bedroom, casting a soft, golden haze over the room. I floated in that delicious, heavy space between sleep and wakefulness, my body warm, cocooned in the high-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. The air in the room was cool, conditioned to perfection, but the distinct, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and musk—his scent—lingered on the pillow beside me, grounding me before I even opened my eyes. ​I reached out instinctively, my hand seeking the solid warmth of his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart that had become my favorite lullaby. ​But my fingers met only cool, empty linen. ​My eyes fluttered open, panic flaring for a millisecond before memory washed over me. We are safe. We are home. We are pregnant. ​I pushed myself up on my elbows, blinking against the light, my hair tumbling over my shoulders in a messy curtain. ​"Jerome?" I called out, my voice thick with sleep.

AVA MAXWELL’S POV ​The flashbulbs were blinding. ​Pop. Pop. Pop. ​Each burst of light felt like a physical blow, disorienting me, stripping away the air in the room until I was gasping. The sound of the crowd had shifted from a polite hum to a roar of whispers and gasps, a tidal wave of judgment crashing down on us. ​But I couldn’t look away. ​I couldn’t stop staring at the boy. ​He was clinging to the woman’s leg, hiding his face in the folds of her cheap grey dress, but every few seconds, he would peek out. And every time he did, my heart shattered a little more. ​The dark, messy hair. The shape of his jaw. And those eyes. Those piercing, distinct hazel-green eyes that I woke up to every morning. ​He looked exactly like Jerome. ​“Ava.” ​Jerome’s voice was close to my ear, urgent and desperate, but it sounded like it was coming from underwater. I felt his hand reach for my arm, his fingers warm and calloused, trying to pull me back to him. ​I flinched. ​The movement was i