Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-Wife Returns With Secret Baby : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Liam, tell me this is just a misunderstanding!”Elara’s voice cracked through the cold air. She stood at the doorway, her body trembling with nerves and anger. The coat she had just grabbed slipped from her fingers, landing forgotten on the floor.But Liam only looked at her blankly, then walked past her as if the house was no longer his home. He placed his car keys on the table and threw a document in front of her. The sharp sound of paper hitting the surface echoed in the silence.“There’s no misunderstanding,” he said coldly. “Sign it.”Elara stared at the document—and suddenly, the world around her blurred.“A... divorce paper?” her voice shook.“Yes.”She let out a small, broken laugh. “Liam, this isn’t funny. Is this some kind of cruel joke?”“Do I look like I’m joking?” Liam replied flatly. He leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. “I just want to end things peacefully.”Elara swallowed hard, trying to read the face of the man she had once loved with all her heart. “End thing

“Mommy, why is the sun so bright here?”The soft voice came from the airport bench, where little Arielle sat clutching her worn-out bunny doll.Elara smiled faintly, adjusting the jacket draped over her daughter’s shoulders.“Because this is our home, sweetheart. The sun always shines warmer in the place we once left behind.”Six years.It had been six long years since the night she walked away from that city without ever looking back.Now, with three little children by her side — Arielle, Maeve, and the ever-curious youngest, Eli — Elara returned, not as the broken woman she once was, but as a mother who had learned to stand tall on her scars.But the steps she took through that airport that day… would reopen the wounds she had buried so deeply.---“Mommy, I want juice!” Maeve bounced beside her, her light-brown hair bobbing with every move.Elara chuckled softly. “Okay, but no running around, alright? Mommy will get—”THUD!A small body collided hard with someone.“Ow!” Eli fell ba

“Double-check that report, Noah. I want to know everything about them—their address, school, even the smallest habits if necessary.”Liam’s tone was cold, yet his eyes stared blankly at the computer screen before him.Noah swallowed hard. “Sir, are you sure you want—”“Just do it,” Liam cut him off sharply, his voice low and heavy, as if holding back something ready to explode from within. “I need answers. Now.”He pushed back his chair and slammed his fist on the desk, making the stack of files tremble. His breath came ragged—not from anger, but fear. Fear of something he had refused to believe for years.The image of that little boy’s face flashed again in his mind. The eyes that looked so familiar, the same nose, even the way the child ran—it was like staring into a reflection of his own past.“He looks a lot like you, sir,” Noah finally murmured.Liam’s gaze snapped toward him. “What do you mean?”Noah glanced down at the report in his hands. “I traced the medical records and birt

“Dev, are you sure Mama won’t find out?” Leviana’s small voice trembled as the three of them stood before the front door. Morning dew clung to the windows, and the cold air bit at their cheeks. In her little hands, she held a cup of coffee she had struggled to make herself. Its faint aroma mixed with the nervousness thick in the air.Devano glanced at the cracked toy watch on his wrist. “Mama left half an hour ago. We have to hurry. We need to be back before noon.”Dirga, clutching a wrinkled piece of paper with big red letters scrawled across it — For Our Father — nodded quietly. “I’m ready.”They exchanged a look — three small faces filled with courage far bigger than their years. Then slowly, Devano opened the door, and the world outside greeted them — a vast, noisy city, glistening with leftover rain from the night before.Their small footsteps echoed along the sidewalk. Cars sped by, horns blaring without mercy. Leviana clutched Dirga’s hand tightly, while Devano led the way, sta

Rain poured heavily, drenching the city streets that shimmered under the glow of traffic lights. Amidst the rush of people running for shelter, three small children walked without umbrellas.Devano wrapped an arm around his shivering sister, Leviana, while Dirga clutched tightly onto the soaked piece of paper whose words For Our Father were fading away, washed out by the rain.Their steps were heavy. Each movement sent splashes of water from their drenched shoes.No one spoke.Devano kept his head down, his jaw tight, rage boiling quietly inside him. Every time he blinked, he saw it again — that woman’s hand, Celine’s hand, striking Leviana’s face. The sound of that slap echoed in his mind, louder than the storm, shattering his pride as the eldest brother.Behind him, Dirga’s small fists clenched. “I should’ve protected you,” he muttered, voice barely audible beneath the roar of rain.Leviana didn’t answer. Her empty eyes stared ahead, her tiny face streaked with a mix of rain and tea