Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

“Just a moment,” Sebastian called out, his voice steady but edged with impatience as he reached for their clothes, moving with the kind of reluctant efficiency of a man who had been interrupted at the worst possible time, and when he finally pulled the door open to let Nathan step inside, he saw it immediately in his friend’s eyes, that sharp clinical instinct switching on before a single word was spoken.Nathan’s gaze flicked from Sebastian to Scarlet and back again, his expression shifting in a heartbeat from casual to incredulous as he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, “You had sex with your wife, didn’t you, and you couldn’t even wait until she was fully healed?”There was no real anger in his tone, but there was disbelief, and beneath that disbelief was the protective frustration of a doctor who had designed something precise and controlled, only to realize his patient had gone delightfully off-script.Sebastian stiffened, not ashamed but slightly apologetic, while Scarlet’s c

Debbie let out a slow, trembling breath that felt like it had been sitting in her chest for years, like the kind of breath you release when you finally accept that there is no graceful way to retreat from a confession once it has already slipped past your lips and exposed something fragile underneath.She looked like someone who had already revealed too much and now understood that the only way forward was to keep going, because silence at this point would only make everything heavier and more suspicious than the truth ever could.“Nathan has only ever had male assistants,” she began, and although her voice had steadied compared to earlier, there was still that delicate fracture beneath it, that almost invisible tremor that betrayed how much this mattered to her.“The only reason I’m even an exception is because I’m dual-skilled in both medicine and physiotherapy, and that combination makes me… useful to him in ways that are difficult to replace.”She swallowed, fingers curling slight

Earlier that evening, before the music swelled and the laughter from the other side of the glass partition blended into a warm hum, Sebastian lifted his champagne flute the second the three men finally settled into the quiet corner of the lounge, his fingers tight around the stem like he needed something solid to hold on to, something steady in a world that had only recently stopped spinning out of control.“I never thought I’d see this day,” he began, his voice low but thick with emotion he wasn’t even trying to hide anymore, his eyes gleaming in a way that had nothing to do with the overhead lights.“I’m celebrating the recovery of my beautiful wife, Scarlet, because for a while there, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get her back the way she is now.”He tipped the glass back and drained it in one long swallow, like it was medicine instead of champagne, like it was sealing a promise to himself that he would never take her presence for granted, ever.Good thing he met her in a wheelchair, fell

Franklin’s jaw tightened slowly, the muscle there ticking once, twice, before he finally spoke, and when he did, his voice wasn’t loud, it wasn’t explosive, rather steady, cold, and fierce in a way that made it clear he had already thought this through a hundred times.“I love Fred like a brother,” he said, and the irony of that didn’t even make him blink, “but for everything he did to Cassie, he’s going to pay for it.”Nathan leaned back slightly, studying him like he was trying to measure the depth of that calm. “And you think withholding all that information from him is going to make him pay?”Franklin shook his head, slow and almost patient, like he had expected that question and was slightly amused by how small it sounded compared to what he had planned. “No,” he said, his lips curving faintly, but there was no warmth in it, “that’s not the punishment.”He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, fingers lacing together as if he was explaining a business strategy inste

Nathan’s lips pressed into a thin line as he turned away from Cassie, like the skyline in front of him suddenly deserved more of his attention than the conversation happening right behind his shoulder.The skyscrapers shimmered under the fading light, glass and steel catching the afternoon glow in a way that felt almost poetic, almost cinematic, but none of that beauty even touched him because his mind was miles away, tangled somewhere messy and inconvenient and very, very personal.He didn’t look at her when he finally spoke. His voice was calm, but that calm was tight, stretched thin like a wire about to snap. “Did she agree to it?”The teasing spark that usually lived in his tone was completely gone, wiped clean, leaving behind something colder, heavier, something that made Cassie’s smile soften just a little before she forced it back into place.“Lucky for you,” she said lightly, folding her arms and leaning against the railing like this was all harmless fun, “I wanted to ask you