บททั้งหมดของ His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

|| Abbie ||I stared at her, my blood turning to ice. What was she doing here? I knew my anxiety wasn’t for nothing; my instincts had been screaming that the peace was too good to be true. Seeing her standing in the middle of our living room felt like a violation.“Flora is here to get some things she forgot,” Cale said, his voice level as he walked back and sat next to me, reclaiming his place by my side.“Well… please, help yourself,” I didn’t let my voice shake.I swallowed the tremor before it reached my voice, refusing to let her see me crumble. I wanted her to know that whatever scheme she was cooking up, I was ready. I wasn’t letting Cale go this time—not without a fight.“Thank you,” she replied airily, heading upstairs like she still owned the place.I sighed heavily, the air leaving my lungs in a shaky rush. My heart thudded against my ribs, a mixture of rage and deep-seated insecurity.“Babe, are you alright?” Cale asked, sensing the tension. He leaned in, pecking my cheek

|| Abbie || I looked at him and saw him let out a heavy, shuddering sigh. If we were still in the biting winds of Iceland, a thick plume of white steam would have billowed from his mouth like a dragon’s breath. “Go...” he said, his voice low and strained. “You mean that?” A small, hopeful smile tugged at my lips. “I do. Go... and I will be right here waiting for you,” he replied, though his jaw was still tight with the effort of letting me walk toward another man. I didn’t waste a second. I stood up and hurried out of the restaurant, my heels clicking rapidly on the pavement as I spotted Jack just as he was about to climb into his car. “Jack! Wait up!” I called, breathless. He turned toward me just as I reached his side. “I am so sorry for everything that just happened—for what Cale said to you and for...” I trailed off, the words dying in my throat. Jack had never explicitly confessed his feelings to me, but I wasn’t a little girl. I knew the weight behind his stares and the

|| Abbie || I was sitting in the lounge area of Cale’s office, the soft leather cool against my skin as I reviewed the latest material reports. He had left in the early hours of the morning to visit a new construction project, telling me—for the first time since we’d reunited—that I’d have to head into the office alone. I didn’t mind, though. He had been protective enough to insist his company driver take me, making sure I arrived safely. The glass door finally swung open, and Cale walked in, looking rugged and slightly windblown from the site. He headed straight for me, sinking onto the sofa and pulling me into a deep, possessive kiss that tasted of him and the cold morning air. His fingers found the sensitive skin at my waist, and he began to tickle me playfully. “Stop it!” I squealed, wriggling in his grasp as laughter bubbled up in my chest. “Stop what?” he teased, his eyes dancing with a light I’d been seeing a lot lately. “You know what!” I continued laughing, eventually

|| Abbie || He walked into the room with the unhurried grace of a man who ruled empires with a flick of his wrist. His long, dark hair fell across his face in silken strands, and he casually brushed it behind his ear. I stared at him, my breath hitching in my throat. I couldn’t believe he was part of this nightmare—the betrayal cut deeper than any rope ever could. Seeing him there made me question everything; if he was here, then the trap had been set long ago.“Tate…” Flora started, her voice small and frantic. He didn’t even look at her; he simply raised his hand, and she went silent instantly, releasing her grip on my hair.“I never asked you to torture my daughter, did I?” he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. Then his tone shifted, snapping like a whip. “What the fuck are you waiting for? Release her!”Dave moved quickly, his rough hands fumbling with the knots. As the coarse hemp fell away from my wrists and ankles, blood rushed back into my extremities with a painful, p

|| Cale ||“You need to eat something, Cale,” Rachel said, her voice soft but persistent as she nudged a granola bar toward my hand. It was the fourth time she had tried to feed me since she and Slade arrived, but food was the last thing on my mind.Before they got there, I had pulled the memory card from the doorbell camera and synced the footage to my laptop. Watching it felt like being gutted.A man in a dark hoodie approached the door, his head tucked low, consciously avoiding the lens as if he had mapped out the camera’s blind spots.My blood turned to ice as I saw Abbie open the door with that trusting smile—the one meant for me—only for him to press a white cloth over her face.Had he been lurking in the shadows for days? Had he studied our movements, tracing us from my apartment to hers, waiting for the one moment I was foolish enough to leave her unprotected?He scooped her up and disappeared from the frame in seconds. Even now, my pulse beat hard and erratic, driven by adren