Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Sienna had been immersed in her perfume business for months, losing track of time the way only obsession allowed. At first, she’d been certain Frederick was ready to invest, his interest had been obvious, his questions precise, but the truth was, she hadn’t finalized a single sample. Not one that satisfied her.Every time the notes came together, something still felt wrong. Too sharp, too dull, too ordinary. The failures gnawed at her, stirring an ache she didn’t like to acknowledge.She missed Cassie, missed her instincts, her quiet certainty with scents. But the pit Sienna had dug with her own choices was too wide, too deep, to simple climb out of now. Pride alone wouldn’t let her.And yet, the business was moving forward. Production plans were ready, packaging designs finalized, investors waiting. All of it without a fragrance as wild and grounding, as intoxicating and calm, as the one Franklin was wearing that day.She noticed

Franklin was only just coming to terms with the truth. Cassie was just as possessive as he was, but only far more refined about it.Where his instincts were obvious, hers were wrapped in humor and subtle confidence, delivered with a smile sharp enough to leave no room for doubt.The realization settled fully when he opened his bag. Right on top lay a neatly folded pair of boxer shorts, custom-made.The fabric was soft, clearly chosen with care, but it was the inscription across the front that made everything click. ‘Only for my wife.’ A tiny red rose was stitched beside the words, delicate and deliberate.It had the subtle meaning that Franklin’s dick belonged only to her. Franklin burst out laughing, the sound filling the quiet room.It wasn’t mockery or embarrassment, but rather, it was pure delight. Cassie had done this on purpose, not to stake a loud claim, but to leave a mark that couldn’t be ignored.Still smiling, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number. She answered after a

A few days later, Franklin found himself sitting on a wide picnic mat beneath the open sky, watching Tristan chase Rose across the grass while Frederick and Sienna’s friends gathered around them in what everyone insisted on calling a picnic, even though it felt more like an awkward reunion disguised by kids and takeaway containers.They hadn’t gone to a club this time, mostly because of the children and partly because Sienna had insisted it would be “healthier,” which Franklin silently translated as less embarrassing if things got tense.There was no alcohol either, just bottled drinks, fruit cups, and food spread out on napkins that fluttered gently in the breeze.Franklin actually loved it. The quiet ambiance of the park wrapped around him in a way that made his shoulders loosen without him even realizing it, the soft laughter of children mixing with distant birds and passing footsteps, grounding him in a peace he hadn’t known he’d been craving.It made him feel relaxed in a special

Cassie honestly thought she would feel lighter after Franklin and Tristan left, expecting relief, space and a quiet, but instead, what she got was absence that echoed through every room.Their departure didn’t bring peace, it brought this strange hollow ache that sat in her chest and followed her everywhere. She missed Franklin’s steady presence, and Tristan’s easy laughter.Even the way they both crowded her space in different ways suddenly felt precious now that it was gone. So she did the only thing she knew how to do when emotions started getting too loud.Burying herself in work. She drowned herself in schedules, meetings, spreadsheets, samples, packaging designs, branding calls, and endless logistics and even stock trading.Her perfume and jewelry lines were moving closer to launch, and the wellness center in Chicago demanded just as much attention. Every day was packed from sunrise to long past sunset, and every night she collapsed into bed with her mind still running.If she s

Cassie let the question sit between them for a moment, rolling it around in her mind like a fragile glass marble she was afraid to drop.The truth was, every woman in that room had already laid pieces of her heart on the table at one point or another.They had talked about failed marriages, complicated engagements, toxic relationships, unexpected pregnancies, healing journeys, and even embarrassing crushes.They had been honest with her, painfully so at times, and they had trusted her with their stories, but Cassie’s life was not simple, not even close.She lifted her glass slowly, watching the ice melt into the amber liquid as music drifted softly through the lounge, and for just a second, she wished her problems were as uncomplicated as everyone else’s seemed from the outside.She was still living in shadows, still carefully managing perceptions, and still avoiding scandals like landmines scattered across her path.Sienna would