All Chapters of His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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129: When Doubt Crept In

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * I decided to just send him a message asking him to call me; I was tired of calling. I walked into the house, having had to call an Uber to pick me up from the company since he had Simon. I heard music coming from the kitchen and wondered what was going on as I heard the kids and Emilia singing along — sounding so happy. Hearing them brought a sudden, warm relief to my chest, a stark contrast to the cold paranoia that had been clawing at me all afternoon. It was the sound of safety. I walked into the kitchen and saw the kids dancing with wild abandon, while Heidi and Emilia stood at the island counter cutting vegetables. The kids didn’t even notice me come in, completely concentrated on their chaotic dance moves. Then Emilia looked up, saw me, and quickly pressed pause on the small speaker system. Everyone turned to look at me, and the kids hurried over to hug me. I caught them in my arms, and my bruised heart immediately healed; the pure, uncondition

Last Updated : 2026-02-08

130: Borrowed Comfort

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * I went into the bedroom closet after dinner, with Slade following right behind me. Couldn’t he just get the hint that I didn’t want to talk to him? That I needed space — to breathe, to process the agonizing fear that our life was falling apart. I took a heavy, plush cashmere comforter from the top shelf and went to the bed, grabbing one of the extra pillows. “I have been talking to you,” he said as he walked out of the closet. He looked at me, shocked, his amber eyes wide. “What are you doing? You’re acting like—” I moved, but he stepped in front of me, blocking my path. “Rachel, I don’t know why you’re taking this to the extreme. What’s going on with you? Talk to me, please. Don’t shut me out,” he said. I lowered my gaze slightly, refusing to look into his amber eyes. I knew if I did, he would enchant me, and I would fall right back into his arms, ignoring my own pain. I wasn’t shutting him out to punish him — I was doing it to survive. If I opened

Last Updated : 2026-02-09

131: Still Us

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW *I looked up at him; there was no way out without spilling my guts to him. But what if he lies to me? Though… I would know if he did.“Where were you yesterday?” I asked, my heart hammering in my chest. My blue eyes buried themselves in his amber ones, searching for any sign of deception.“Is this going to be an interrogation? You never used to ask me where I was,” he said, looking slightly affronted.“Just answer the question,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.“At the hospital. I went to the hospital,” he replied.He wasn’t lying — but who was he with?Before I could ask, he continued.“I was with Cale… you can ask him too. And if you think he’d lie for me, just know it’s true because you called him yesterday. He didn’t answer because his phone was on vibration mode. And I met with Aurelia as well, and I also saw Declan — the son,” he blurted out.He isn’t lying either…Embarrassment and shame enveloped me as I turned bright red. Why would I suspect h

Last Updated : 2026-02-10

132: The Knock

* SLADE’S POINT OF VIEW * I was glad she hadn’t asked why I was together with Aurelia; I would have had no choice but to tell her the truth. And the truth is, I am absolutely terrified of losing her. When she ignored me yesterday, it took a toll on me that I didn’t think was possible — a physical ache in my chest and a cold, paralyzing fear that I had finally pushed her too far. I cannot imagine her leaving me if I tell her the truth now. Will she leave me? The thought is suffocating. I was telling her the truth when I told her that in everything I do, she’s my first. She is my anchor, my home, and my soul.She and the beautiful children she gave me — are my reason for living. My body is still buzzing, a lingering, pleasant ache from the amazing sex we’d just had — a desperate attempt to reconnect and lock her to me. I walked into my office and saw Rebecca in my lounge area, sitting far too relaxed on the sofa. “Rebecca…” I said, trying hard not to be loud… not to be angry. Sh

Last Updated : 2026-02-11

133: Protect What’s Mine

* SLADE’S POINT OF VIEW * Rachel hurried to put on her bra. As she buttoned her shirt, the office bell rang again — and it wouldn’t stop. Whoever was pressing it was enjoying it like a child who had just discovered a new toy and didn’t care about the noise they were making. I walked to the door, unlocking it to give the person a piece of my mind. But as I opened it, I was surprised to see who stood on the other side. “What are you doing here?” I asked. Beatrice walked into the office, her heels clicking against the floor, a small-size designer handbag in her hand. She came prepared. “Ohh, I guess father and son aren’t much different. And I think you should button your shirt properly, young lady,” Beatrice said to Rachel, having noticed she’d mistakenly buttoned a top button into the wrong hole in her hurry. Rachel’s face turned bright red, her hands trembling as she tried to fix the chaotic mess of fabric. “I asked you a question, Beatrice. What are you doing here?” I repeate

Last Updated : 2026-02-12

134: Risk in Plain Sight

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * I felt so embarrassed seeing Beatrice walk into the office, and when she gestured to my buttons, I realized she knew exactly what happened — or almost happened. I felt like sinking into the floor, my face burning with a heat that wouldn't go away. The sheer humiliation of my mother-in-law walking in when I was practically breathless, almost having sex with her son in his office, was almost too much to bear. For your mother-in-law to walk in when you almost have sex with her son—even in an office—is a special kind of hell. I’m still feeling my heart racing against my ribs, a mixture of shame and lingering desire that I can't seem to shake. I walked into my office and saw Rebecca there, sitting on my sofa. “What are you doing here?” I asked, already annoyed. How dare she step into my office without permission? She walked toward me, her heels clicking deliberately against the floor, a smirk playing on her lips. “You may think you succeeded in having Slad

Last Updated : 2026-02-13

135: Five-Star Humiliation

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * We arrived at the restaurant in silent tension, the air in the car so thick it was hard to breathe. The only sound was the low hum of the air conditioning, magnifying the unspoken battle between Slade and his mother. As we stepped out, I realized it was an incredibly lavish five-star restaurant, its exterior designed with sleek modern glass and perfectly manicured gardens. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised. This is Beatrice Pierce. She could very well be rubbing it in my face, highlighting the immense gap between her world and my modest one. Slade’s fingers locked into mine again, grounding me. His warm, firm grip was a stark contrast to the cold fear freezing my blood. “You know you can let her go, right?” Beatrice said, her voice dripping with malice. “Or is she afraid she might run away? Or perhaps she’ll get lost?” she added, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. Slade ignored her and walked inside, still holding my hand, as she followed behind

Last Updated : 2026-02-13

136: The Cost of Tears

* SLADE’S POINT OF VIEW * The moment the man arrived at the table, I knew it was all Beatrice—no, scratch that—the moment we arrived at the restaurant, I knew Beatrice was up to something. I mean, why was I even thinking of giving her a chance, believing she was going to change? My mother will always be the same. I was trying my best to pull myself together when he started blurting out lies and disrespecting Rachel. It took everything in me not to punch him, but that didn’t mean I was going to let him get away with it. I stood up the moment Rachel left the restaurant. I stared down at Beatrice as she refused to acknowledge me, fully aware of what she had done. I walked away and called out to the restaurant security, telling them to hold onto the guy because I had plans for him. I paid them for their trouble and went outside, where I saw Rachel inside the car with Simon standing by the door. He opened it for me as I stepped in. I stared at her, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Last Updated : 2026-02-13

137: The Woman I Fear Most

* SLADE’S POINT OF VIEW * I arrived at the mansion, stepped out of the car, and headed inside, where I found one of the maids. “Where is Beatrice?” I asked. “She went out, and she hasn't returned yet,” she replied. That’s a fucking lie, her car is outside. “Sir… she’s out in the garden,” another maid said, popping her head out so I could see her. I went out and strolled back to the garden. It had been a while since I visited that place—one of my favorites as a child—where I could be myself. I remembered hiding in the bushes, dreaming of escaping this place, and the time I spent here with Miranda felt like a distant, happier life. Before I even walked in, I saw the trees I used to climb, their branches thick and sturdy, reaching toward the sky like old friends welcoming me back. I walked in under the stone archway, completely overgrown with creeping vines and white roses, making the entrance look like something out of a fairytale. I saw her sitting on the bench, thro

Last Updated : 2026-02-14

138: If You Fall, I’ll Catch You

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * “Look, what do you think about this drawing, Daddy?” Fiona asked, holding up her coloring book. Slade was sitting down, staring at the carpet without blinking. When Fiona spoke, he didn’t react immediately. It took him a second too long to look up, as if he had to travel back from somewhere far away. “Let Daddy rest, Fiona… why don’t you go and get ready for bed?” I said softly. “No, let me see it,” he said, trying his best to take the book and look at it, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. I had noticed he had been distant ever since he came to pick me up. He didn’t even come into the building — he only sent one of the employees to get his things from his office. It was like a black shadow had fallen over him, casting a gloom that even the brightest lights couldn’t dispel. Even when we came back home and handed the children their milkshakes from Miranda, the children’s happiness usually lightened him up. But this time, it was like he had be

Last Updated : 2026-02-15

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