All Chapters of The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Jonathan had found the office easily enough from Cassie's directions. It was well-organized and open, a shared workspace for about six staff members, all arranged around a glass-walled cubicle positioned squarely in the center of the floor. The kind of setup that let the person inside see everything happening around them without having to move an inch. Practical. Efficient. Very Victoria, from what he'd gathered.He appeared in the entrance and the temperature of the room changed almost immediately. He caught the shift in his peripheral vision, heads coming up from screens, postures adjusting, the low murmur of someone saying, not quietly enough, "Who is he? He is so handsome."Inside the glass cubicle, Victoria's breath caught before she could stop it.She pressed it back down and told herself to be reasonable about this. He had ignored her calls. Not once, not accidentally, he had let them go unanswered for days, and when he'd finally responded it had been so long after the fact th

Cassie opened her mouth to speak but suddenly remembered something important and clamped it shut. "I can't give you the details just yet," she said, meaning it in the most practical possible way. "We'll talk about it later."Victoria looked like she wanted the answer immediately and in full, but she recognized a closed door when she saw one and let it go. For now.Cassie made her way back to her office, pushed the door open, and stopped.Jonathan and Franklin were seated on opposite sides of her desk with the relaxed, entirely unbothered energy of two men who had known each other long enough to be comfortable anywhere, both of them holding glasses of something that absolutely had no business being in a professional office at this hour. She didn't even want to know where it had come from."What exactly are we celebrating?" she asked, looking between them with the particular expression of a woman who has learned to pick her battles."Jonathan made progress," Franklin said, the picture o

Frederick’s parents' house felt different when he arrived, or maybe he was the one who felt different, walking through a door he hadn't come through in weeks with the particular tension of a man who knows he hasn't behaved well and hasn't yet figured out what to do about it. Julius was there too, apparently home for vacation, which made the whole thing slightly more complicated.Frederick gave them all the cold shoulder with a thoroughness that left no room for misinterpretation, his eyes moving through the house with one purpose. "Where's Rose?"His mother looked at him with the measured patience of a woman who had raised him and therefore had no illusions about who he was capable of being. "You could try being appreciative. Ask properly."His teeth pressed together. "Mom. Please. Where is my daughter?""Much better," Corrine said, as though the exchange had been entirely reasonable, and went to find her.Rose came in from the backyard still wearing the evidence of however she'd spe

Rose's mouth had just begun to form an answer when Julius appeared from the hallway behind them, and the look on his face made absolutely no effort to conceal what he thought of what he'd just walked in on."I genuinely cannot believe what I'm watching right now." His voice was flat with disgust. "You're actually sitting there trying to use your seven-year-old daughter to get your ex-wife back. Do you even understand what marriage is?"Julius was young, just sixteen, but at least, he had learned from his parents’ marriage.No man should put asunder what God had joined together. After learning about how happy Cassie was, he knew that she and Frederick were never meant to be.And yet, Frederick was still trying to steal the happiness Cassie found with Franklin after suffering with Frederick for seven long years. What a monster?Did he think that life revolved all around him and that Cassie would jump because he said so? Julius could not afford to be

 Out of nowhere, a thought hit him, sharp and clear, and instead of giving Cassie the response she was probably bracing for, Frederick stopped himself."I'm sorry," he said, his voice quieter than usual, carrying something that actually resembled sincerity. "I should have kept to the rules."He hung up before she could get a single word in edgewise, then stood there for a second with the phone still warm in his hand before pulling up Franklin's number and pressing call.It connected faster than he figured it would. "Fred, what's the problem?""Frank." Frederick exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to get comfortable carrying something heavy. "I've accepted my loss. Cassie is your wife, I accept that. But I need a favor."On the other end, Franklin had his phone on speaker, and Cassie was right there beside him, her arms crossed, one brow already climbing toward her hairline as she rolled her eyes at the ceiling. Fra