All Chapters of His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

|| Abbie ||Cale was still in the shower. I was grateful he’d let me go first, but even though I’d used scalding hot water to bathe, the Icelandic chill still felt like it was seeping into my bones. I didn’t think I could survive in this city; I was only holding on to the hope that we wouldn’t stay the full week.He walked out of the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the water droplets as they slid through his damp, silky hair, plastered against his forehead and down the hard planes of his tattooed arms. He looked like a vision of heat in this frozen room, sending a phantom warmth through me that made my skin prickle. But when my gaze reached his chest, my heart felt like it had been violently ripped from my ribs.Right there, directly over his heart, was my name.Abbie.I knew he had my name on his inner thigh—a secret, intimate mark—but this was new. Bold. Permanent. Had he done this right after our breakup?“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, reaching for

|| Abbie || “It’s so good to see you! I mean, look at you both… my childhood faith in true love is coming back. I’m actually starting to believe in fairy tales again,” Francesca said, her wide smile beaming at Cale. “Didn’t I tell you back then that she was the one meant for you?” “Yeah, you did. And I never doubted it,” Cale replied, his voice dropping into that smooth, convincing baritone drawl. He took my hand in his, raising it to his lips to graze my knuckles with a lingering kiss. “Abbie is the only girl for me.” “Eww… so cute! Are you two married yet?” she chirped. “No,” I said quickly. I was about to elaborate on our complicated status when Cale cut in. “What are you even doing in Iceland? Didn’t you tell me you were moving to Mexico? Or was it Spain?” he asked, clearly trying to shift the spotlight. “Spain. I told you I was going to Spain, and I did. I actually ended up getting married there… but he ended up dying,” she replied with a nonchalant shrug. ‘Or she killed

|| Abbie || Her eyes were hooded, radiating a calm, assured confidence.“Where are the girls?” I asked, my voice barely holding steady.“There will be no other girls,” she said. “I’m going to help you two find the spark you’ve been missing. I’m going to give you a session in honesty. What you need to know is that this can get messy—emotions are going to bleed, but that’s the point.”“What’s going to happen?” I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.“I’m going to push Cale to the edge,” she said, looking like a true madam of the night. “Don’t worry—we’re keeping our clothes on for the start. I’m just the spark, Abbie. You’re the one who’s going to finish it. You’re the one he actually wants to burn for.”“Are you okay with that? Trust me, it’s going to be a lot of fun,” Francesca added, her gaze shifting to Cale.“If he’s okay with it,” I managed to say.“Oh, trust me, he is,” Francesca said. Cale’s face was a mask of unreadable intensity, but he didn’t move to stop her. He looked

|| Abbie ||We didn’t leave Iceland until we found Francesca to say a proper goodbye. I thanked her—not just for the hospitality, but for the wake-up call she’d given us both. We promised to meet again someday, perhaps under better circumstances, before boarding the jet for the long flight home. This time, the sky was mercifully still; the journey was smooth, almost as if the universe was granting us a moment to breathe.When we landed, Cale led me to his car, but as we pulled out of the airport, I realized we weren’t heading toward my place. He was driving toward his apartment. As he shifted into park in the familiar garage, I looked at him, my brow furrowing.“Why am I here? Aren’t you taking me home?” I asked.“Stay the night with me,” he said, his voice soft but pleading. “I’ll take you home tomorrow, I promise. I just… I’m not ready to let you go yet.”I nodded slowly, my heart winning the argument against my brain.He stepped out and came around to open my door. As I looked up a

|| Abbie ||I stared into his dark eyes—those deep, obsidian pools that always seemed to pull me into a trance. They were the same eyes that had looked at me with such adoration for years, and seeing that same spark now made my heart ache. What was I supposed to say to him?Memories of us flooded back: the late-night whispered promises, the way he used to hold me as if I were the only thing keeping him grounded, and the crushing weight of the day he let it all fall apart. But of course, his presence always won over my better judgment. The pull he had on me was magnetic, a force of nature I couldn’t fight.I nodded slowly. “Okay… seven days. But if things go back to how they were—if you push me away again—I’ll walk away for good, Cale. No more chances.”He didn’t hesitate. He twisted his hand into my hair, his fingers firm against my scalp, and kissed me so hard I lost my breath. It was a hungry, desperate kiss—a claim that seared through my doubts and left my lips tingling with the ta