All Chapters of His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

|| Rachel ||I walked toward her. “Abbie, are you alright?”She flinched when she saw me and quickly wiped her eyes before turning to the sink, splashing water on her face. Her eyes were bloodshot, her breathing quick and shallow.“I’m alright. I’m sorry—I totally forgot you’re back. I’m just used to coming here and… letting it all out,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.“Abbie, maybe I can’t remember the past, but I feel… I know we used to be friends. So you should know that if you need anything, I’m right here,” I told her gently.“Thank you, Rachel, but I need to be by myself right now,” she said as she walked out of the restroom.I sighed, leaning on the sink. The door opened again as Thomas walked in and locked it behind him.“Are you waiting for me?” he asked, a smug expression on his face.“What?” Outrage flared in me. “Get out.”“Come on,” he said, stepping forward. “This is the place we used to meet. No one ever comes here except us. Our little hideaway—to talk, plan, a

Rachel The children have already started attending their school, and they’ve been so happy about it. Every evening, they chatter excitedly about their new friends and the lessons they’re learning, their little voices tumbling over each other with joy.Slade and I decided to add his name to theirs, so they became Fiona and Finn Foxx Pierce. They already know Slade is their father now, and they’ve embraced it wholeheartedly. They spend hours tackling him with hugs and dragging him into their games, making up for lost time.Slade has moved into our apartment, and our relationship has been wonderful—calm when it needs to be, playful when it can be, deeply emotional always. And yet, despite all the closeness, we still haven’t talked about sex. Haven’t crossed that line. The emotional intimacy is overwhelming, but the physical barrier remains stubbornly intact.Every inch of my body aches for him. The tension between us is a living thing, a constant, electric current that makes every share

|| Slade ||Everyone had left already by the time I walked into Samantha’s bedroom with a tray of food. She hadn’t eaten anything all day, and she needed to eat. The room was empty, but movement from the closet caught my attention. I set the food on her nightstand and stepped inside.There she was, standing in front of her dresses.Her closet was vast; everything was arranged by color. She stood before a row of white dresses.“My mother doesn’t want to be buried. She wants to be cremated… and her ashes scattered in the ocean,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion.“Okay, then that’s what we’ll do,” I said as I walked up behind her.“Slade…”“Hmm…”She turned to face me. “Why did she die? She was perfectly fine when I called her and told her I was coming home. She said she was going to sleep, and that when I landed, I should call her. She said she’d wait for me.” She exhaled shakily.Pain carved itself into her features, but her eyes were dry—desert-dry—locked in shock.“Why did she b

Rachel I spent the entire day thinking about Slade and everything Barbara said. She was right… every single word was right. I cut the call yesterday because I knew exactly who Samantha was to Slade, and I also knew I couldn’t risk her finding out who I am. I’m the hidden past, and she’s the legitimate future.And he didn’t even call me back.I’m just the mother of his children. I hate admitting it—out loud or in my own mind—but my children were born out of wedlock, and I was nothing. I am a secret he can discard, a convenience he can quietly forget when it suits him.Slade can leave me at any moment, and I wouldn’t even have the power to fight for child support. I have nothing. I’m entirely dependent on him, even for my career, my financial stability, or any legal right to him. I am weak, disposable, and living on borrowed time.The next day, as I fought off the negative thoughts, we were sitting down for lunch when I heard the door and Slade appeared.“Daddy!” the children shouted,

SladeThe next day, as I walked into my office, Cale followed me inside. “I have to tell you something,” he said.“Does it concern work?” I asked.“No. It’s about Rachel,” he said, his voice serious.“What?”“Her friend Barbara. I think she might be a bad influence on her…”“Why do you think that?”“Because when you stayed behind for Samantha, she was convincing Rachel that you could leave her anytime. She told Rachel you might see her as a secret fling and that your children are your mistake,” he revealed.Damn that bitch.​She almost made me lose Rachel yesterday, but I’m glad we’re still together—and the lingering sweetness of her climax is still imprinted on my tongue. Her taste is the most addictive thing I’ve ever known.Abbie walked into the office, looking between me and Cale with wide eyes. She looked terrified, like a frightened deer caught in headlights.We both turned toward her. As Cale walked to her, I could see the tense, rigid control in his shoulders and the desperate