Semua Bab The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The club pulsed with sound, heavy bass reverberating through the floor, lights strobing in sharp, disorienting flashes. Franklin endured it with visible restraint.Agreeing to let Frederick’s woman and her friends join them had been a concession, not a preference, and now he paid the price in noise and chaos.They had booked the largest VIP booth available, stocked with the most expensive liquor the club could offer. Sienna arrived with her entire entourage in tow, confidence radiating from her as she settled beside Frederick.Her friends followed suit, their attention immediately sharpening the moment they noticed Jonathan. To them, he looked like opportunity wrapped in a tailored suit.Jonathan, however, barely registered their presence.He was focused sharply, intensely, on Cassie’s case. Since taking it on, little else held his interest. The music blurred into meaningless background noise, just as it did for Franklin, who forced him

The silence thickened until it felt almost tangible, pressing in on Sienna from all sides. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she tried to calculate quickly, desperately, how much Franklin truly knew.If the truth came out, it would not just embarrass her. It would ruin her. Completely.“Frank…” she began, her voice tight, but Franklin cut her off without even looking at her.“I’d prefer you call me Mr. Roth,” he said coolly. “Your boyfriend is my twin brother. That does not make us friends.”The words landed like ice water.“Frank, why are you talking like that?” Frederick asked, his gaze darting uneasily between Sienna and Franklin. “What’s going on?”Franklin exhaled slowly. He wanted badly to tear the mask off Sienna right there. To expose every lie she had built her life on.But this investigation was never about her.It was about Cassie.

The main reason they had never wanted Frederick to marry was rooted in a quiet, fragile hope that for the sake of little Rose, Cassie might reconsider if Frederick ever came to his senses.Their hearts clung to that possibility like a flickering candle in the dark. But Franklin, Franklin was something entirely different.They had never expected their biological son to take interest in his twin brother’s ex-wife. Even now, he often seemed more like a stranger than a child they had birthed, a gap that no amount of effort could entirely bridge.And yet, tonight, that distance felt smaller, softened by the revelation of his heart.“You love Cassie?” Corrine asked softly, her voice trembling ever so slightly, a hint of old wounds healing in its tone. If this was true, then Cassie would still, in some way, remain their daughter-in-law, but more importantly, she would always be their daughter, someone they had loved long before marriage could d

Cassie did not flinch. She knew Franklin too well to doubt that he wouldn’t bend under this kind of pressure from his mother.His loyalty, his principles, and his unwavering sense of control made him predictable in ways no outsider could anticipate.“With all due respect, Mom, Franklin isn’t here right now,” Cassie said calmly, her voice steady, controlled. “Let him come and choose between me and her.”Genevieve’s gaze lingered on Cassie, studying her like one might a rare painting, simple, yet layered with complexity.She had an elegance that didn’t scream for attention, a confidence that was quiet but impossible to ignore. Beautiful, yes, but it was her self-assurance that left a subtle sting of envy.“Mom,” the woman beside her, Angel, whispered, nearly trembling as she tugged at Genevieve’s sleeve, “you said Franklin was still single and now she claims to be his girlfriend?” Her eyes were wide, almost pleading, the edge of desperation barely co

Cassie forced a serene smile, the kind that could calm a storm, even as Genevieve’s sharp eyes bore into her.She could feel the older woman on the edge of declaring her a liar, and that’s when she struck preemptively, her voice smooth and unwavering.“Why would I discuss my man’s boxers with his mother or anyone else?”The words were measured, controlled, disarming in their simplicity. Genevieve blinked, caught mid-sentence, and for the first time hesitated.But she wasn’t about to let Cassie wriggle away so easily. “Franklin has a private room. What does he do there?” she asked, her tone precise, probing.Cassie’s eyes flicked instinctively toward Tristan, hoping for some clue from the boy, but he was as clueless as she was. She met Genevieve’s gaze, unwavering. “He said he’ll show me at the right time.”The subtle pause, the secretive undertone, was enough to ma