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

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70: Lines We Pretend Not to Cross

|| 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

71: Two Different Seas

|| Cale || I dropped her in front of my car, my grip tightening on her arm. She looked up at me, slowly stroking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her gaze heavy with those dark, seductive eyes. She didn’t look like a woman who had been caught; she looked like a woman who enjoyed being hunted. “What the fuck were you doing with that piece of trash?” I demanded. I was beyond frustrated; the sight of another man near her had sent a jolt of possessive rage through me that I couldn’t control. “Nothing is going on, Cale. He just asked me out for lunch…” “And you said yes,” I snapped. She nodded slightly, her expression infuriatingly calm. “Yeah.” I reached out, my fingers winding into her hair and pulling her head back just enough to force her to look at me as her breath hitched. “You didn’t think you needed my permission for that? Don’t you realize I don’t want to see you with any other man? Not even for a damn sandwich.” “He’s just a friend,” she replied, arching her n

72: What She Does to Me

|| 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

73: The Cartel’s Daughter

|| Abbie ||Rachel walked down the grand mansion staircase, approaching me with a warm smile. “You shouldn’t have bothered with the gifts, Abbie, but thank you. The children are absolutely thrilled.”“You're welcome,” I said, trying to settle my nerves. “I promised I’d come to visit them, and I wanted to keep my word.”“That’s sweet of you,” Rachel replied, patting my shoulder as she sat beside me on the plush sofa.“So,” she continued, her eyes dancing with teasing curiosity, “tell me… how is work going with Cale?”I hesitated. Since I started, Cale had been the picture of professional discipline—serious, efficient, and distant. To be honest, it was almost a relief. As long as I didn’t see Flora or have to discuss our shattered past, I could pretend I was just an employee. It was a cold comfort, but the silence between us was better than the lies.“It’s been wonderful,” I forced a smile.Just then, Slade walked in, carrying three bottles of vintage wine. They were dusty and dark, the

74: The Cost of Letting Go

|| 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

75: A Slow Way to Die

|| Abbie ||We drove in heavy silence, the city lights blurring into long, liquid streaks of neon against the glass. Jack glanced at me, his grip steady on the wheel.“Do you want to go home, Abbie?”How did he know that home was the last place I wanted to be? Home was where the walls felt like they were shrinking, where every shadow looked like Cale, and where the silence only echoed his cold goodbye.He was already so deep under Flora’s charm that I felt powerless to pull him out. I knew her patterns. I remembered how Kash had used her to infiltrate a rival cartel. She had been the honey trap that allowed Kash to assassinate their leader, effectively handing the entire territory to our father on a silver platter. That move had secured Kash's place as the heir apparent—the monster who was supposed to take the throne if I hadn't ended him first. I had cut his reign short before it even truly began.A woman like her doesn't make mistakes; she makes moves. And I was paralyzed by the tr

76: What Lingers in the Morning

|| 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

77: The Bridge That Burned

|| Abbie ||He stood up, re-rolling his sleeves even though they were already perfect—a nervous, restless energy twitching beneath his skin that he was trying to mask with action. “You and I… I think it’s best if you stay with Jack, just as you planned,” he said, not looking at me.“I don’t understand,” I whispered. My heart thudded a frantic, jagged rhythm against my ribs, a cold dread pooling in my stomach as I waited for the axe to fall.“After the way you spoke at Slade’s mansion, and that phone call last night… It's clear. I think you and Jack should really be together. It’s obviously what you want, Abbie.”“I’m not with Jack! I mean… I don’t even want to be with him. Cale, you and I—”“You and I are over, Abbie,” he cut me off, his voice cracking for a split second before turning to stone. “We can never be together. I know I’ve shattered us. I know I’ve hurt you in ways I can never fix, and I don't deserve a second of your forgiveness. But right now, Flora and I…”“Are you t

78: I Was Just… Done

|| 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

79: Falling Without Touching

|| Abbie ||I didn’t return to the company until a week later. I needed that time to build a wall thick enough to face Cale without crumbling. During that week, Jack was a constant, stabilizing presence. He had been fantastic—a true gentleman who never crossed the line, except for one evening when the air between us grew heavy. He leaned in so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips, a fleeting moment where the world narrowed to the scent of his cologne and the invitation in his eyes. But he pulled back, and nothing more happened.I walked into Cale’s office on Monday morning, finding him already at his desk.“I guess you finally decided to grace us with your presence,” he said, not looking up, though his voice lacked its usual bite.“I realized you were never going to fire me, so I had no choice but to return,” I countered, sitting across from him.He finally looked up. “I’m never going to fire you, Abbie. You’re stuck with me. I need you here… and don’t forget, I

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