All Chapters of His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * ​Aaron walked over and helped me sit up. “You’re finally awake,” he said, his voice softer now that he saw me moving. “Yeah,” I replied, though honestly, I felt like I could sink back into the pillows and sleep for another century. I looked past him at the woman standing in the doorway. She was petite, with a choppy pixie cut and a defiant energy. She was wearing a tiny short skirt and a pink shirt that read FUCK OFF in bold letters, and she was aggressively chewing gum. “So, this is the woman who made you drag me away from work?” she asked, popping a bubble as she sized me up. “Shut it, Maggie,” Aaron warned. “I told you, I’ll pay you double — triple — whatever it takes. Just look after her until I get back. I won’t be long.” “Whatever, no probs. Just know I’d do anything for you for free, but I really do need the cash,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Aaron, you didn’t need to bring someone here to babysit me,” I said, feeling a flush of embar

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * “Barbie… you’re pregnant,” Aisla said, her voice finally soft. No… no… no. The word echoed in my mind, a frantic pulse. This couldn’t be happening — not now, not with the chaos of my past screaming at my heels. But despite the fear, a sudden surge of happiness flooded my chest, warmer than any fever. It was a golden, overwhelming light that seemed to drown out the sterile gray of the room. My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, my fingers splaying over the skin as if I could already feel the tiny heartbeat of a promise I had made to myself long ago. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice trembling between disbelief and fragile hope. “I’m sure,” Aisla continued. “That’s why I wanted to double-check. If you want to see for yourself, we can do the scan again.” I looked at the ultrasound machine, then back at her, my vision blurring with happy tears. “I would love to,” I whispered. I left the hospital clutching the printouts in my hand like they were m

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * ​We moved to the dinner table after the children were tucked away. I was practically starving, having only had an afternoon snack, and the smell of the roasted meat made my stomach growl. The conversation flowed easily, centered on Slade and Rachel’s honeymoon adventures, but I was hyper-aware of every movement around the table. Then came the moment I dreaded. Olivia began pouring wine for everyone, the rich red liquid swirling into the glasses. When she reached me, I felt a spike of adrenaline. “I don't want any wine, thank you,” I said, perhaps a little too quickly. The table went silent for a beat. Everyone looked at me. In this circle, refusing a celebratory drink was unusual. I scrambled for a plausible excuse that wouldn’t give me away. “I mean... I have an early shift tomorrow,” I added, forcing a smile. “And it’s a big day for a few of my patients. I need my head to be completely clear.” “Olivia, can you get her some juice instead?” Cale as

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * A full week had passed, and the secret was still burning a hole in my chest. Every time I opened my mouth to tell Aaron about the pregnancy, I found an excuse to swallow the words back down. I was terrified of his reaction — terrified of the “what ifs.” But today, as I walked out of my shift, I made a silent vow: no more hiding, no more fear. Whatever happened next, he deserved to know that our lives had changed forever. He picked me up and took me to our favorite restaurant. It was the same place where I’d first realized I was hopelessly, desperately in love with him — the place where the world finally started to feel right again. We sat at the end of the dining area, tucked into a newly added booth. It curved slightly around us, upholstered in deep burgundy leather that gleamed under the soft golden lights. The high back gave us a sense of privacy, like our own little world, while the polished wooden table reflected the flicker of nearby candles. It

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW *Abbie’s scream was so high and sharp it nearly pierced my eardrums the moment I flashed my hand across the table. I looked down at the ring — a heavy, sparkling weight that still felt like a dream. If you had asked me at the beginning of the year whether I’d ever find a man I loved with every fiber of my soul, let alone be engaged to my dark knight, I would have laughed in your face.I turned my hand, watching the diamond catch the light of the restaurant. It wasn't just a piece of jewelry. My breath hitched as I stared at it, my chest tightening in a way that felt almost overwhelming. Safe. Chosen. Enough. The words echoed quietly in my mind, fragile and precious, like something I was still learning how to believe.“Congratulations!” Rachel squealed, her face glowing. “I am so incredibly happy for you, Barbie. After everything you’ve been through, you deserve this happiness more than anyone I know.”“You know, thinking about it... we really have come