All Chapters of The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cassie had never been good with alcohol, everyone in that room could see it but stubbornness had always been one of her greatest strengths and one of her most dangerous flaws. She refused to let Drake see her crack. She refused to be the weak link in a room filled with men who believed she didn’t belong there. Her tolerance was embarrassingly low, but the fire in her chest burned hotter than the liquor she kept forcing down. She wanted that deal. She wanted that victory. She wanted to prove that she wasn’t the fragile, easily intimidated woman people assumed she was. By the fifth round, she believed the drinking would end. By the seventh, she knew she had miscalculated the sheer insanity of wealthy men with sky-high alcohol tolerance. And by the time Sebastian stepped out to answer Scarlet’s call, Cassie was on her ninth round, hand shaking, breath unsteady, but still lifting the glass. She poured the tenth shot herself, and that was when Franklin snapped. He had come

“Nathan,” Cassie whispered. Her voice came out thin, as if her lungs forgot how to function.The tall, elegant man with the aura of a boardroom tycoon rather than a doctor approached her with determined strides.He wrapped his arms around her, firm yet comforting, as if shielding her from everything she had endured.He pulled away slowly, but not before the warmth of his embrace settled deep in her chest.When his gaze met hers, something flickered there, familiar, intense, something she couldn’t quite name. Not love, not longing, but a kind of recognition that made her heart flutter uneasily.“Cass,” he murmured, his voice deeper than she remembered, “it’s been so long. I came looking for you four years ago but was told you’d moved out. I couldn’t reach you in any way until I operated on Evan’s mother for that complicated heart disease.”His jaw flexed slightly as he recalled it. “I told him I needed someone to do coding at my new company and surprisingly, we both seemed to know you.

Nathaniel’s smile broadened, slow and confident, the way a man smiles when he has already made a decision and is only waiting for the world to catch up.He had met women of all stripes, heiresses wrapped in entitlement, surgeons carved from discipline, politicians polished into perfection, models, actresses, the list was endless, but none of them struck his heart with the quiet violence Cassie did.In time past, she was that sick girl next door. Purple eyes, loose ponytail, a sweater too big for her frame. A girl who blushed when praised, who disappeared into her books before anyone could truly see her.But the woman standing before him now? She was carved differently. More deliberate, more grounded, with the poise of someone who had bled, healed, and learned to walk again.Stunning, yes, he would admit that without shame. But it wasn’t her beauty that disarmed him. It was the unwavering loyalty she inspired. The way people, grown men, fierce women, young talents, were ready to abando

Cassie spoke before Sebastian could even process his anger. “You sound as if I agreed to marry him. It’s just dating, Seb.”The line crackled with the static of midnight-tired minds, frayed nerves, and the kind of hope that cut deeper than fear. Sebastian inhaled sharply on the other end.“But you told Evans you weren’t ready for a relationship,” he countered, voice low, the protective older-brother tone he never used unless something terrified him.“And I’m still not,” Cassie said. “But if having a relationship with Nathan is what lets Scarlet walk again, why wouldn’t I try? He has no scandals, no debts, no skeletons in the medical board’s closet.And he’s a workaholic. He won’t smother me or pull me off my goals. I’ll still have time to build something meaningful.”Her explanation should have eased him. It didn’t. Sebastian’s silence traveled across the line, weighted and heavy.“Cass,” he finally whispered, “you keep sacrificing everythin

Cassie inhaled deeply, bracing herself. She had just one good piece of news in her pocket, and she wanted to peel the bandage slowly.“Let me hear the bad news first.”Nathaniel’s tone on the phone was steady, clinical, but nothing about his words felt harsh.“The cure will be ready in three months. It needs more testing before we can use it on Scarlet.”She had expected worse, months, maybe even a year of uncertainty. Three months, that was survivable.“And the good news?” she asked, her voice already a touch lighter.“I’m coming to Atherton next week,” he said. “I was hoping you could accompany me to my lab in Washington D.C. I want you to witness the first animal testing.”Cassie swallowed. Veronica’s call replayed in her mind, the launch of CasRoe Fitness Center was finally prepared, the wheels turning faster by the day.But to join a research team testing an experimental antidote? That was a world she had never touched. The idea left her both nervous and strangely hopeful.“Sure,