All Chapters of The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Cassie stood there for a moment after Scarlet made the suggestion, her thoughts quietly tangling over themselves as she weighed the idea, not because she truly believed anything would change, but because a small, stubborn part of her wanted to prove it wouldn’t.The last test had been clear, painfully so, and she had already made her peace with that disappointment, or at least, she had tried to. Still, something about Scarlet’s confidence lingered in the air, pressing against her certainty in a way she couldn’t completely ignore.With a soft exhale, she finally gave in. “Okay… I’ll take the test.”Scarlet’s reaction was immediate, her face lighting up with excitement as if the outcome had already been decided. “Yippee!” she exclaimed, turning quickly and heading for the stairs with far more energy than anyone in her condition should have been using.Sebastian’s heart nearly leapt into his throat at the sight of her rushing off like that, his voice following her with a mix of concern a

Franklin didn’t hesitate the second the call connected. He tapped the screen, switching it to speaker, and instantly the atmosphere in the room tightened, everyone leaning in without even realizing they were doing it, like whatever was about to be said had already started pressing down on their chests.He pulled Cassie closer, guiding her onto his lap as he sat on the sofa, his arm wrapping around her from behind in a quiet, protective hold, his palm settling against her side like he needed to keep her anchored right there with him. His presence felt steady, solid, but there was tension beneath it, something controlled and watchful.“Go on,” he said, his voice calm, though there was a quiet edge in it that made it clear he expected answers, not excuses.On the other end, the investigator cleared his throat, the faint sound crackling through the speaker before his voice followed. “I had to spend a lot to pull all of this together. You still owe me.”Franklin didn’t even blink. “Money is

The sound that came out of Hannah was sharp, a shrill note of distress that filled the room before anyone else had a chance to react."Can't you see what they're doing?" she cried, pressing one hand to her chest with the practiced anguish of a woman who had learned a long time ago that visible suffering was a useful tool."They've come here to tear open wounds that took years to close. This is cruel, bringing all of this back—""That's enough, Hannah."Uncle Tom's voice was not loud but it was final, carrying the weight of a man who had watched this particular performance enough times to be completely done with it."Grandma was the first one to send away every false representative who came before. Every single one. If she says this woman is Rachel's daughter, then this woman and her husband have every right to know how her mother died. That's not cruelty. That's the very least we owe Rachel.""It's too painful," Hannah said, and the tears were back, arriving on cue.Franklin watched he

The ambulance got there fast. The paramedics were the only calm thing left in the room, moving with that focused, practiced efficiency that doesn't have space for panic, and grandma was loaded carefully and taken, Drake in the back with her, his face carrying the tight, held-together composure of a man running entirely on will because falling apart wasn't something he could afford right now.Hannah was walked out in handcuffs before the ambulance had even cleared the driveway, and the sight of it — those elegant clothes, that careful presentation, all of it suddenly looking like a costume from a completely different story, left Martha sitting in her chair like something had been switched off inside her.She didn't cry or speak. She just sat there in the particular stillness of someone whose entire foundation has been quietly removed, and who hasn't figured out yet what to do with the space where it used to be.With the immediate crisis out of the room, Drake had asked Jonathan to go a

It had started a few days ago, quietly and without any announcement, the way most things that end up mattering tend to start.Evan had turned Sebastian and Jonathan's words over in his mind long enough that sitting with them had stopped being an option.So the morning after the conversation had settled into something he couldn't ignore, he'd come into his office, taken his seat, and made the call before he'd had time to talk himself out of it.Ocean appeared in the doorway with her gaze lowered, her posture carrying that careful, professional neutrality she always brought into this particular room. "You asked for me, sir."Evan studied her for a moment, really studied her, with the kind of attention he hadn't turned on anyone in longer than he wanted to examine too closely. Anyone except Cassie.And Cassie had made herself into a closed door so thoroughly and so completely that standing outside it any longer felt less like hope and more like a habit he needed to break."Someone told m