All Chapters of His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

|| Cale || Once I realized Dave was the one who had taken Abbie, the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place with an ominous snap, leading me straight back to Flora. The betrayal tasted like acid in my mouth. I wanted to hunt her down right then and there—to tear the truth out of her. I decided I had to go to Beth; surely her sister would know where she was hiding. I had blindly trusted Flora, believing that ridiculous thirty-days. I’d be lying if I said I hadn't started to like her, even briefly imagining a future with her. But Abbie… Abbie was the air in my lungs. She was the only woman I couldn’t live without, despite my own despicable behavior and the ways I had shattered her heart in the past. Slade advised me to wait until morning, pointing out it was already 2:00 a.m. I didn't care about the darkness or the fatigue; I would have driven through a hurricane to reach Abbie. Rachel woke then, gently telling me that even if I arrived, the house would be dark and no one woul

|| Abbie ||I had been waiting in the dark for hours, the silence of the room amplifying the thrum of my pulse. I didn’t know what was happening or if Cale had arrived, but more importantly, I didn’t know if he was still breathing. If Tate did anything to him—if he even left a scratch—I would never forgive him.My hatred for the man who shared my DNA was beginning to outweigh the fear.I had to ask myself: did I make a fatal mistake by ever wanting to know my parents? If I hadn’t been so curious about the ghosts of my past, I would never have stepped foot in Tate’s mansion. I would never have met Kash, and I wouldn’t have had to… I can’t even say the word.I looked at my hands in the dim light, wondering if I was also a monster. Is this rot part of my soul, or is it just the poison running through my fucking veins?Because of my mistakes, I had placed the man I would love forever in the crosshairs of a madman. I can’t imagine a world without Cale. Even when he was with Flora, the only

|| Abbie ||“Rachel…” I gasped, the name coming out as a sob of pure joy. My knees buckled, and for a second, the world felt like it was righting itself simply because she was there.She caught me, pulling me into a fierce hug and cupping my cheeks with trembling hands. “Are you alright, Abbie? Did they hurt you?”I nodded frantically, the words stuck in my throat. “But Cale… Rachel, look at Cale.”I turned toward the bed. Rachel stepped forward, her eyes landing on his broken, graying form. She let out a sharp, horrified gasp, stumbling back and pressing a hand to her chest as tears instantly tracked through the soot on her face.Slade walked into the room, his clothes and armor stained with blood.He took one look at Rachel’s face and rushed to the bed.His expression turned grim, as he pressed two fingers to Cale’s neck, then leaned down, his ear hovering near Cale’s mouth to catch the faintest hint of breath.“Tell me we’re not too late…” Rachel cried.“He has a thready pulse. He’

|| Abbie ||I pushed the door open. Jack was sitting at his desk, but the moment he saw me, he shot to his feet. “Abbie… what happened to you? Look at you. Are you alright?”I didn’t answer his questions. I didn’t have the energy for small talk while Cale’s life was leaking away. “Why, Jack?”He went quiet, his palms flattening against the desk as he leaned forward, his head dropping. He couldn’t even look me in the eye.“I know Cale treated you badly, and I apologized for him, didn’t I?” I asked, my voice trembling but firm. “I truly thought we had moved past this. I thought there was still a shred of the man I knew left in you. A man who took care of a drunk Abbie and cooked for her.”“Abbie…” he started, finally looking up, his expression a mix of guilt and stubborn pride.“Just listen to me,” I cut him off. “I’m not here to beg for a favor. I’m here to remind you who you are. When you put on that white coat, you made a promise that had nothing to do with me, or Cale, or how much

ABBIE'S POINT OF VIEW Nine Months Later I drew a long, shaky breath as I sat behind the massive mahogany desk in Cale’s office. As the CEO, the concept of maternity leave was a luxury I couldn’t afford. I’d managed to carve out three weeks for recovery, but the weight of the company had already pulled me back in. I couldn’t fail him and I certainly couldn’t fail the company that now represented our future. I glanced at the clock. One hour until lunch. My breasts felt heavy and swollen, a dull, aching pressure reminding me that I was a mother before I was an executive. I desperately needed to use the breast pump before my lunch meeting. My gaze drifted to the stacks of folders crowding my desk—contracts, projections, endless strategy meetings. Work had piled up fast during my short absence. I missed Cale. I missed the way he could look at a problem and dismantle it with a single sentence. But more than anything, I couldn’t wait to go home to my family. We are finally safe.