All Chapters of His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

|| Abbie ||I had finally made my decision. When I arrived at the company and walked into his executive suite, I found him already immersed in work. He looked incredible sitting behind his massive desk—the sunlight catching the sharp lines of his suit and the focused, commanding expression on his face. This was the man I had always known he could be.“I’m glad you accepted the offer to work with me, Abbie,” Cale said, looking up with a brief, flickering smile.“Of course,” I replied.“We have a lot to do. A lot of catching up on projects,” he said, his tone purely business.I felt a slight sting. Was that all he needed me for? Just a pair of capable hands to fix his paperwork? I supposed that since we were in the office, it was time to put our personal mess aside and get to work.“Let me show you to your office,” he said, standing up. I followed him in silence as he led the way. I kept waiting for him to say something—anything—about the weeks of silence or the ceremony, but he remaine

|| Cale || I arrived home, and as I pushed through the front door, I found Flora standing right there in the entryway. Before I could say a word, she stepped into my space and wrapped her arms around me. I froze for a split second—this kind of unsolicited affection had never happened between us before. But as I felt the warmth of her body, the tension in my spine began to ease. Despite the guilt and the exhaustion, I felt a strange, light sensation in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “I’m so tired,” I whispered into her ear, my voice cracking with the strain of the day. She pulled back just enough to look at me, cupping my cheeks with her soft palms. She leaned in and gave me a lingering smooch—a soft, tender press of her lips. “That’s why I’m going to make you a warm, healing bath,” she murmured. “Something to calm your mind and soothe that restless heart. Why don’t you go take your clothes off and come to my room?” I nodded d

|| Abbie ||We all sat around the dining table, but I could barely taste the food. I was forced to watch Flora across from me, playing the role of the devoted partner with Cale. She was so tender with him—resting her hand on his forearm, leaning in to whisper in his ear with a proprietary touch that made my skin crawl.Every time she touched him, my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. She was doing it; she was slowly erasing me. Cale wouldn't even meet my eyes to see the depth of the love I still held for him. A bitter realization began to settle in: Was I wrong to ever let him go? I had punished him for a mistake he made under the influence of a master manipulator, and in my pride, I had left the door wide open for her to step in.Even if Cale thought he was the one in control, he was dead wrong. Flora was pulling every string, feeding him exactly what he wanted to see and believe while she wove her web tighter around him.“I almost forgot,” Slade said, breaking the h

|| Abbie ||I woke up the next morning with my head thudding in a rhythmic, agonizing pulse. It had been a long time since I’d been this drunk; the last time it happened, the reason was Cale, and it seemed history was determined to repeat itself.I looked down and realized I was in my nightdress—one of the thin silk pieces Cale used to adore, though he’d torn more than a few of them in the heat of his possessive hunger. Panic flared in my chest for a second until a soft knock sounded at the door.Jack walked in, shirtless and wearing only a pair of low-slung jeans. I quickly pulled the duvet up to cover my chest as he approached with a steaming mug in his hands.“Drink this tea. It’ll help with the nausea and the headache,” he said, his voice gentle.“Did you…” I trailed off, cautiously taking the cup from him. My eyes flickered down to my silk straps.“Change your clothes?” He anticipated my question and shook his head. “No. I laid you on the bed in your clothes from yesterday—they s

|| Abbie ||Jack walked over to me as I lay on the couch, lifeless and hollowed out. I had been there in the dark ever since I stormed out of the company, staring at the ceiling as the hours bled together. I felt like a ghost haunting my own apartment; my heart had become a heavy, cold weight that made even breathing feel like a chore.“Your door was open,” he said softly.“I left it open for you… when you called and said you were coming,” I replied. Even to my own ears, my voice sounded thin and fragile. It was the first time I had moved or spoken in hours; I hadn’t even had the strength to get up for a glass of water or use the bathroom.I was just… done.“Do you need anything? Abbie, are you alright?” he asked, his brow furrowed with genuine concern.“I’ll be fine,” I said, forcing myself to sit up. The room tilted for a second. “It’s just that my relationship with Cale keeps getting worse. It’s like a poison that won’t leave my system. And Flora… I don’t know if she’ll ever stop u