Todos os capítulos de The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Hi everyone 😊First of all, thank you so much for your continued support and for reading this story. I truly appreciate each and every one of you. I sincerely apologize for the recent delay in updates. I experienced some unexpected health challenges, but I’m happy to say I’m feeling much better now. By God’s grace, I’ll begin updating again within the next few hours. Sometimes that time of the month can be tougher for some of us than others, but we keep pushing through.I would also like to gently address a concern raised in the comments regarding the focus on other characters and couples. Someone mentioned that several chapters center on side characters, and that it might feel like resources are being spent away from the main storyline.I completely understand that perspective. However, this is my 20th book on this platform, and readers who are familiar with my work know that every character I introduce serves a purpose. While this is fiction, it reflects real-life relationships and

Inside the car, Rose could barely sit still, her small body leaning forward every few seconds as though the vehicle itself was moving too slowly for her restless curiosity.“Tristan,” she asked brightly, her eyes wide with anticipation, “is your mother kind?”Tristan turned to look at her, and a small knowing smile tugged at his lips because he already understood how important this meeting was going to be, not just for Rose, but for everyone involved. “You’ll see,” he answered gently, letting the mystery linger for a second before adding, “but before that, you have to keep everything a secret, okay?”Rose’s brows knitted together immediately, and her excitement dimmed just a little. “A secret? From who?” she asked, clearly not thrilled about being dragged into something she didn’t fully understand.“My mother wants to be kept a secret,” Tristan explained carefully, lowering his voice as though the walls themselves could overhear them. “Even if you recognize her, you must never tell yo

Franklin kept one hand loose on the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against his thigh, the city lights streaking across the windshield in long, blurred ribbons of gold and white as the car cut through the afternoon traffic, Sebastian sitting rigid in the passenger seat and Tristan quiet in the back.Without looking away from the road, Franklin pulled out his phone and made a call, his voice calm in a way that suggested he had already thought ten steps ahead of everyone else involved.“Evan, Cassie said you’re in town. You wanna hang out?”On the other end, Evan froze mid-step in the hotel lobby where he had just checked in, his suitcase still beside him and tomorrow’s schedule already mapped out in his head with clean, calculated precision, because he had not flown in with social plans in mind and definitely not with the expectation that Franklin would be the one reaching out.The offer wasn’t casual, not really

Franklin had been steering the conversation from the very beginning, guiding it with subtle nudges and carefully timed silences until it landed exactly where he wanted it, and once he felt the tension tighten in the room like a wire pulled too far, he cleared his throat softly and pressed a hand against his stomach as though discomfort had just ambushed him.“Ah, my stomach’s acting up,” he muttered, forcing a slight wince into his expression. “Must’ve been the late breakfast. I’ll be right back.”No one questioned it, because the room was already thick with curiosity and ego, and that was distraction enough. Franklin stepped into the elevator and let the doors slide shut, the faint hum of movement carrying him upward toward his bedroom level, where the real control waited.The second he entered, his entire demeanor shifted, the strained expression vanishing as he moved toward the security panel and activated every camer

The moment Sebastian and Frederick hit the marble floor, the sound alone was dramatic enough to deserve background music, and if anyone had been brave enough to pause the chaos and observe properly, they would have noticed that Sebastian moved with the terrifying confidence of a man who had spent years lifting his paralyzed wife like she weighed nothing more than a stack of laundry.All those quiet, devoted years of carrying Scarlet up and down stairs, from bed to wheelchair and back again, had unknowingly turned him into a walking gym membership, and now poor Frederick was discovering that love-built muscle hit a lot harder than vanity-built ego.Sebastian did not hesitate.He did not blink.He absolutely did not pace himself.His fist came down once, twice, again, each punch landing with the kind of precision that suggested he had been mentally rehearsing this exact moment since the day Frederick had last crossed his path.Sienna’s s