Todos los capítulos de The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

By the time Cassie arrived at the venue Nathaniel had chosen, he was already waiting.He stood near the entrance, tall and composed, dressed in a tailored luxury suit that softened the sharpness usually associated with him.Tonight, he looked less like a surgeon accustomed to blood and pressure and more like a corporate magnate, controlled, polished. The ambient lighting caught the fine lines of his jacket and the quiet confidence in his posture.Before the valet could reach the car, Nathaniel stepped forward himself. He opened Cassie’s door, offering his hand as she stepped out. The valet paused, slightly surprised, before taking the car and driving off to park it.“You look beautiful,” Nathaniel said, his voice low and sincere.Cassie smiled as she placed her hand in his. “And you,” she replied lightly, meeting his eyes, “are looking audacious.”A faint smile curved his lips as he led her inside. H

Nathan studied her in silence, his gaze steady and unflinching, as though he were examining a patient rather than a woman he once hoped to marry.The fact that he could not make her his wife did not mean he had to disappear from her life. If anything, it made this conversation more important. He wanted to hear her without expectations clouding the moment.“Ladies first,” he said calmly. “Cassie, go ahead with your request.”Cassie inhaled, fingers tightening briefly around the stem of her glass. “I was hoping… that we could remain good friends—” She didn’t get to finish.Nathan smiled, the tension she had been bracing for dissolving instantly. “That’s exactly what I wanted to ask you.” He leaned back slightly, relief softening his features. “Can we be best friends? If you ever need someone to talk to, I’ll be there, assuming I’m not stuck in the operating theatre.”Cassie’s face lit up, the anxiety she’d carried all day melting away. “Well,” she said brightly, “it’s not every day some

Franklin’s smile came slow and tired, the kind that carried warmth but also weight. He wanted to stay, God, he wanted to stay so badly, but duty had a way of knocking even when the door was locked.“I’d love to,” he said softly, brushing his thumb along Cassie’s shoulder, “but I have to take food to our daughter, remember.”Cassie barely stirred. Her eyes fluttered open and closed again, heavy, unfocused, like sleep had wrapped her in velvet and refused to let go.She felt boneless, deliciously drained, as though she’d taken something stronger than rest, something that seeped straight into her bloodstream and settled there.“Can’t you send someone you trust?” she murmured, voice thick with drowsiness. “Corrine used to say, after the first real time, couples should cuddle. That it binds the soul.”That did it. Franklin’s lips parted in a quiet, surprised oh, his breath catching before he could stop it. He looked at her the way a man looks at something he’s already lost control over.“I

“That you love me, Cass,” Franklin said quietly but firmly. “I want to hear it from you.”His tone stripped the moment bare, no teasing, no playfulness, just truth. Everything about her mattered to him. Her words, her silences, the way she hesitated before opening her heart.He didn’t just want her beside him, he wanted to be etched into her life, into her memories, into every version of her future.Cassie glanced around the room one last time, as though grounding herself. She had always known she loved him. That part was undeniable.What unsettled her was how overwhelming his love felt, deep, steady, unquestioning. Still, she met his eyes, her voice soft but sincere. “I love you, Frank,” she said. “And I want it to be forever.”Relief washed over him instantly. He exhaled, the tension easing from his shoulders, and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head. “I love you too,” he replied. “And I know, I could never love anyone else.”Their lips met again, slower this time, more cert

Tristan didn’t want to speak to anyone. He had locked himself in his room after the argument, his chest tight, his thoughts spiraling in directions he didn’t know how to control.But the moment Franklin stepped inside, all of that restraint shattered. Tristan rushed forward and buried his face in Franklin’s chest, breaking down completely, his sobs raw and unfiltered.Franklin didn’t push him away. He didn’t rush him either. He wrapped his arms around his son and simply held him, steady and patient, allowing the storm to pass through him first.Only when Tristan’s crying eased into quiet sniffles did Franklin speak, his voice low and calm.“What happened?” he asked gently. Then, just as softly, “You shouldn’t have spoken to your mom like that.”Tristan’s lips trembled as he pulled back slightly. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, then reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. His fingers shook as he unlocked the screen and pushed it toward Franklin.“I thought you t