All Chapters of His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

* SLADE’S POINT OF VIEW * I woke up with a terribly excruciating headache — a throbbing, hammering pain behind my eyes that felt like a spike was being driven into my skull. I went to the first-aid box in the bathroom and took out two ibuprofen tablets, swallowing them with water from the bottle on the nightstand, all while watching Rachel sleeping peacefully next to me. What have I done in my life to deserve such an amazing, supportive woman by my side? Someone who thinks about me first, before even herself. She is too good for this world, and certainly too good for my mess-up life. Then there’s the woman who gave birth to me and brought me into this world, who is the worst human being I have ever known — a cold-hearted manipulator who feeds on destroying the happiness of others. I looked at the time; it was 4:04 a.m., and I didn’t feel like going back to sleep. I wanted to visit Declan tomorrow to see how he was doing… I just hope that whenever I tell Rachel about him, she acce

* SLADE’S POINT OF VIEW *“Get out!” he shouted.“Declan… I can explain.”“Get the fuck out, man… you can explain what? I have always wanted to know who my father was. Always trying to ask until I convinced myself having a mother was enough. But knowing you were right here… knowing you could have been there — it breaks me more than never knowing at all.”He staggered into the room as Mia held him tightly before he fell.“He had no idea about you. Don’t blame him. If you have someone to blame, you can blame me,” Aurelia said.“I can blame you both,” he said, sitting on the bed and holding his head. “Can you both leave me alone?”I walked out of the room, my hands instantly going to my head as I massaged my temples. Suddenly, I heard a scream, then Aurelia shouting, “Declan!”I rushed back into the room. That’s when I saw Declan fall backward onto the bed, his back arched, his eyes rolling into his head. He was trembling slightly, his limbs jerking violently in a classic seizure. I rea

* SLADE’S POINT OF VIEW * “I’m sorry, but Aurelia… Slade, you’ll have to excuse me. Let me see Rachel. I have an emergency in the ICU,” Rick said, glancing at the smartwatch on his wrist, its screen lighting up with urgent notifications as it vibrated softly against his skin. “No, I can wait or come back tomorrow if you’re not done with Aurelia… It’s fine with me,” Rachel said. “No, we’re done,” Aurelia said, standing as she headed toward the door. I glanced at Rachel, then at Rick, before following Aurelia out. “You’re really lucky,” Aurelia said as I closed the door behind us. “What?” “You’re lucky to have found someone as wonderful as Rachel.” “I know.” “And she’s lucky too. I know what it feels like to be loved by you, Slade. You protect the people you love with everything you have. You make them feel like they’re the only person in the world,” she said, patting my arm. I smiled, but the expression quickly faded as Beatrice’s words echoed in my mind. ​‘You always were…

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * Before we left the mansion, Slade had warned everyone that this trip was non-negotiable and strictly private. And he made it clear that unless the house was literally burning down, we were not to be disturbed — his voice carrying a protective edge that said he was drawing a line in the sand against the world. The children were sad, their little faces pouting, but we persuaded them with promises of souvenirs and extra dessert. There’s something about souvenirs from a trip that makes them feel different — like they hold a piece of the memory inside them. Party favors and wedding gifts feel special too, I suppose… though I can’t remember ever really going on a trip like this before. Slade even pulled a few strings, allowing Emilia to take them to the park for the entire afternoon, though he gave her a stern look that meant she was to keep a hawk-like eye on them at all times. So here we are, after a two-hour drive, at a beautiful private cabin. It’s

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * Slade and I settled into the cozy living room for a game of chess. I moved my queen with a decisive click, trapping his king in a textbook smothered mate. It was the third time I’d beaten him that afternoon. He gave me a mock-hard glare, his jaw tightening in playful frustration as I erupted into laughter. “I'm going to change that laughter,” he warned, his voice dropping an octave. “Oh really?” I challenged, arching a brow. “To what?” “To a moan or a desperate scream of my name,” he countered, his amber eyes dark with a promise that made my pulse skip. “A victory at chess is temporary, Rachel, but I plan on making you surrender in much more interesting ways later.” “Slade…” I laughed, though warmth crept up my neck. He leaned back and yawned, the fatigue finally showing in the lines around his eyes impossible to ignore. I stood up to get us some cold beers from the fridge to cool us down in the midday heat. I returned and handed him his can. “What