All Chapters of His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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I don’t know if this is a goodbye… because I don’t want to say goodbye. Slade and Rachel have become a part of me now, living in my heart in ways I never expected. And honestly, it’s so hard to say this is the end of their story… so maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s just a pause, a 'see you later.' Now, it’s time for us to begin Aaron & Barbie’s love story. I hope you’ll love them just as much, but let me warn you in advance — their story is very different. It’s 18+ 🔥, emotional, and requires an open mind. I’m telling you how it is — if you’re not 18+ or not ready for something bold and intense, this might not be for you. But if you are? Then go right ahead… you’re about to enjoy every single moment. Thank you all for following this journey. Your love and support mean absolutely everything to me as I continue to write and share these stories with you I’m still battling a fever, so I don’t have much more to say right now, but please don’t forget to support your favourite girl. And

209: The Way You Ruin Me

* AARON'S POINT OF VIEW * I finally made it back to the mansion after dropping Ten off at his apartment. The man hadn't stopped droning on about crappy legal technicalities the entire drive — details I couldn't care less about. I walked into Slade’s office and sank into his desk chair. Now that the CEO and his secretary were officially off the grid for their honeymoon, I was the one holding the keys to the kingdom. I’d be running the show from here instead of the corporate office, keeping in touch with Slade only if the world started to burn down. I needed to dive into this paperwork and get it over with. And all I wanted was to head home, drown my thoughts in a hot bath, and crack open a fucking beer. But I couldn't stop thinking about my blondie. Even now, just thinking of her is enough to make my blood pressure spike. My body tightens on instinct, reacting before my mind can catch up. My pulse kicks harder than it should, heat rushing straight to my groin — my dick t

210: Waking Up to the Wrong Man

* BARBIE POINT OF VIEW * I was lost in another fever dream about Aaron. In the haze of my sleep, he had me pinned, my wrists bound and held high above my head as he drove into me with a relentless, punishing heat. His deep, husky voice was a low vibration against my skin, whispering filthy promises that went straight to my core, making my entire body ache with a desperate, aching hunger. Then, a voice called my name from a distance. It wasn’t his sexy, low rumble. It was thin. It was familiar. It was… Orrick. When I finally forced my eyes open, the dream shattered violently. My mouth was dry, my body ached with the ghost of something that wasn’t there, and cold air clung to my bare skin where heat had been moments ago. Aaron was gone. Orrick was hovering over me, shirtless and looking down with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He leaned in to press a kiss to my lips, and the reality of the situation hit me like a bucket of ice water. I spent the night with him. The peck sta

211: The Risk of You

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * After my shift, I dragged myself back home, my mind a foggy mess of hospital charts and that haunting music melody. I was standing on the dimly lit landing, jiggling my keys and fumbling with the lock, when a voice sliced through the silence and shook me to my core. “It seems like you liked what you got.” I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. There he was, lounging against the railing right behind me. My grip tightened on the music box in my hand — the one I’d retrieved from my locker the second my shift ended. Why did I even bring it out? Why couldn’t I just leave it behind? I reached out and punched his chest, my knuckles hitting solid muscle. “You scared the absolute shit out of me, Aaron!” He let out that dark, knowing chuckle — the kind that grates against my nerves and gets right under my skin. He pushed off the railing, closing the distance between us until there wasn’t enough room to breathe. He loomed over me, his shadow swallowin

212: Bleed for Me

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * “Just stop, please...” I pleaded, the words choking in my throat as tears blurred my vision. He held the knife with such a terrifying, steady hand; if I hadn’t lunged forward to grab his wrist, I wondered just how deep he would have let that blade go. “So, you do care,” he rasped, a flash of raw, ragged pain flickering in his dark eyes. You’ve proven your fucking point, Aaron. I scrambled off the counter, my heart hammering against my ribs, and sprinted to the bathroom. I grabbed my emergency first-aid kit and rushed back to the kitchen, where he was leaning casually against the table as if he hadn't just carved into his own skin. I stood in front of him, my breath hitching as I looked at the self-inflicted wound. He reached out with his uninjured hand, hooking a finger under my chin to lift my face to his. “You’re really worried about me, aren't you, Barbie?” I glared at him through my tears, forcing him down into a kitchen chair. I didn't care ab

213: The Cost of Fire

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * Last night was… ruinous in the best way. My body felt it the second I stirred; there was a heavy, satisfied ache in my muscles that finally silenced the restless energy I'd been carrying for weeks. For the first time in forever, I didn't wake up from a sex dream — because the reality had been so much more intense. Nobody has ever been able to unravel me the way Aaron does; he had me coming twice in less than five minutes, his touch so precise and possessive that I completely forgot what parts of me were mine and what parts he’d rewritten. My eyes fluttered open to find him already awake, propped up on one elbow and watching me with a searing intensity. This was the view I wanted to wake up to every single morning for the rest of my life. I reached out, my fingers tracing the dark stubble along his jawline that made him look so dangerously handsome in the morning light. He leaned in, crushing his lips against mine. “Good morning, my pretty doll,” he

214: His Hand, Not Mine

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * I had just finished administering a sedative to a patient when I received the latest lab reports for Dr. Rick. I knocked twice and pushed into his office, only to find Aurelia settled comfortably on his lounge. “Oh, hello, Aurelia,” I said, walking toward her. I’d noticed the way she and Rick had been orbiting each other lately — the stolen glances, the way she seemed to find any excuse to drop by the hospital. It wasn’t a surprise to find her here, but it was a reminder of a kind of peace I wasn’t sure I’d ever find. “Barbara, how is everything with you?” she asked. I winced internally. I didn’t even know if that was an ironic question at this point, considering the disaster I’d left behind this morning. Aaron probably hated my guts after the decision I’d made. “Great… waiting for Rick,” I teased, trying to mask my own turmoil. “Yes… We were supposed to head out for lunch, but he ended up with a last-minute emergency,” she said, her eyes drifting

215: Watching Him Leave

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * “Barbie… are you even listening to me? What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything, and I’ll be right here with you through it all,” Orrick said, his voice laced with a gentle concern that only made me feel more like a fraud. He had been asking me what was wrong ever since we pulled out of the hospital parking lot and drove to the restaurant we frequented. I couldn't get the image out of my head. It was a sharp, stabbing pain — the sight of Aaron walking away with Ruby, ignoring me as if I were a complete stranger. If this was one of his fucking tricks to get under my skin, it was working. It was working better than I ever expected. My fingers curled into my palms until the sting was the only thing keeping me grounded. It was destroying me. We walked into the restaurant, and then I saw them. It wasn't a coincidence — I refused to believe it. Knowing the way Aaron moved, the way he calculated every step, this was a deliberate strike. Aaron and Rub

216: Driving Into the Fire

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * “Are you alright?” Orrick asked, his brow furrowed with that dependable, lingering concern. I gave him a slow, sad nod. “I am. Why wouldn't I be?” The lie tasted like dust. The truth was, I was a complete disaster without Aaron. My skin felt too tight, my chest felt hollow, and the silence between Orrick and me was deafening. He reached across the table, covering my hand with his. “You have been so quiet, Barbie. You know you can talk to me, right? No matter what it is... I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” The sincerity in his voice made me want to scream. Because it wasn’t him. It would never be him. And that realization twisted something ugly inside me — something that made Orrick’s kindness feel like a burden instead of a gift. I slowly pulled my hand away, the physical contact feeling intrusive rather than comforting. “Can we just leave? Please.” “Sure,” he said, his voice dropping an octave lower. The drive home was a blur of street

217: Under My Skin

* AARON'S POINT OF VIEW * I pulled into Ruby’s driveway and killed the engine. She turned to look at me, her eyes shimmering with a mix of relief and exhaustion. “Thank you for everything, Aaron. Truly.” “You’re welcome,” I said, my voice level. “Just know that if you ever need a stranger’s help again, I’m here. You don’t have to handle the world alone.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned across the console, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. She pulled back just enough to press a light, lingering kiss to my lips before searching my gaze. “It’s Aaron, right?” I just looked at her, my expression impassive. She let out a small, tired laugh. “I’m joking.” She climbed out of the car and headed toward the front door — a house that was finally hers. She wouldn’t have to worry about rent again, and she wouldn’t have to worry about some disgusting, bottom-feeding slumlord trying to violate her just so she had a roof over her head. With her bubbly, joyful personality,

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