บททั้งหมดของ The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Evelyn leaned back in her chair as she read through Natalie’s lengthy review, her brows knitting tighter with every line.“I don’t know how this place keeps calling itself a wellness center. If you’re looking for serenity, you’d be better off meditating in a traffic jam. The so-called relaxation rooms felt more like storage closets with mood lighting, and the organic smoothies tasted suspiciously like someone blended kale with regret.The staff? Let’s just say they smile a lot, probably because they know you’re paying premium prices for services that barely qualify as pampering. Their idea of a massage was more like a confused pat on the back.And don’t get me started on the ambiance. If mismatched furniture and a playlist stuck on the same three flute tracks count as luxury, then sure, they nailed it.Honestly, I don’t understand how they’re still in business. Maybe they’re good at marketing, but if you want actual wellness, look elsewhere.”Evelyn exhaled sharply. The review was hars

Cassie still struggled to breathe past the weight pressing on her chest. No matter how many days passed, the guilt refused to loosen its grip.Being blamed, no, being believed to be responsible for Sienna’s miscarriage had carved a hollow place inside her.If she could prove her innocence, truly prove it, maybe the tightness would finally ease. Maybe she would feel light again.“I’ll add it to my plans when I return to Manhattan,” Franklin said calmly, his voice steady but lacking its usual edge.“From what I heard, Alex is currently in Chicago. I’ll see him when the food shipment goes out on Monday. But since Titan Capital is expanding operations there, I’ll be staying a few extra days.”“You’ve already done so much for me,” Cassie said honestly. Gratitude welled up in her voice, unguarded and raw. “I don’t even know how to thank you.”This time, Franklin di

Tristan burst into laughter, the sound ringing freely through the hallway, untouched by restraint or worry.“Daddy paints once in a while,” he said, almost conspiratorially. “But he doesn’t let anyone see it. He says they’re not good enough.”Cassie’s brows lifted in surprise. She turned slowly toward Franklin, curiosity stirring. It was strange how every new piece of him she discovered felt like peeling back a carefully guarded layer.“I’d actually love to see you paint,” she said honestly. “I don’t have that talent at all, but I admire art. Paintings feel surreal. Like emotions frozen in color.”For a moment, Franklin didn’t answer.Then the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, not quite a smile, but something close. “I don’t paint anything you’d admire,” he said quietly. “It’s not art. It’s just noise. I do it to clear my

“Jon, what’s going on?” Franklin asked, his voice calm but edged with something sharp beneath it.Cassie had just finished setting the dishes on the dining table, the warm scent of oats, pancakes, and toasted wheat filling the room.She felt it immediately. The strange shift in the air. The tall blond man across from her was looking at her like he already knew her, like he was trying to place a memory.“You’re Cassie, right?” Jonathan asked.Before Cassie could even open her mouth, Franklin answered for her, a hint of pride creeping into his tone. “Yes, she is. Did you see her fitness blog? Or the launch of her company?”Jonathan blinked, clearly thrown. “Company? No. What company?”Franklin frowned. That wasn’t what he’d expected. His gaze sharpened as he turned fully toward Jonathan. “Then how do you know her?”Jonathan hesitated, then shrugged. “Divorce case. A colleague of mine in Chicago handled it. He had her pictures all over his phone.”The room went quiet.Cassie froze mid-ste

“Thank you, little man,” Cassie said softly, leaning down to kiss Tristan on the cheek. The boy’s grin stretched from ear to ear, eyes sparkling like he’d just won the world.If only the men watching could trade places with him for even a second, they would.“Just remember to take a lot of pictures,” Tristan added with a teasing smile, and though Cassie returned his smile, she made no promises.Meeting Nathaniel Cross with Franklin was going to be complicated. Nervous? Yes, that word barely scratched the surface.Jonathan watched her carefully, reading between the lines. He’d caught glimpses of Franklin’s protective edge, the way he lingered near Cassie, the small, almost imperceptible looks he cast her way when no one else was watching.It said far more than any words could. Any man seeing Cassie like this would know she was extraordinary. And in Jonathan’s case, pursuing her meant risking a de