All Chapters of The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Why can’t I be here?” Drake asked, like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to invade her personal space without warning.“Drake,” she said coolly, her voice tight but steady, “it’s polite to book an appointment before coming to see me.” She gestured vaguely around her office, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the polished desk, the unmistakable air of authority she now carried.“My schedule is packed today. If this is business, my assistant will handle it. If it’s personal…” she paused, locking eyes with him, “…then get. Out.”Drake stared at her, caught somewhere between irritation and admiration. She wasn’t the Cassie he remembered, the woman who would do went into great lengths to secure an investment from the Blackridge Maritime Group.This Cassie was sharper. Colder. Untouchable. And somehow, that only made him want her more.She’d changed since the launch. Everyone could see it. Success had wrapped itself around her spine and straightened it. And the more she played

“What’s the problem, Mom?” Cassie asked the moment she picked up the call, worry seeping into her voice before Corrine could even finish her first sentence.Corrine sounded flustered, words tumbling out fast, like she’d been holding them in for too long. “Fred brought Rose over this evening. They said they couldn’t carry the food along with them, so Rose stayed behind for a bit.”Cassie straightened instinctively. “Is Rose okay?”“Yes, yes,” Corrine reassured quickly. “That’s not it. I thought she should eat first and shower before they left. So I helped her with her shower, warmed up her food, and then went upstairs to pack her bag. But while I was upstairs, I heard her screaming my name.”Corrine paused, and Cassie’s chest tightened. “I rushed downstairs immediately,” her mother continued. “She said the food wasn’t enough.”Cassie frowned slightly. “That doesn’t sound like Rose.”“Exactly,” Corrine said. “We both know she’s a picky eater. She barely eats on a good day. That portion

Cassie stared at her phone long after the call ended, her thumb hovering over the screen like she might hit redial if she stayed still long enough. She wanted to call Franklin back. Badly.There were things left unsaid, words stuck halfway in her chest, gratitude tangled with something deeper.But she stopped herself.If she, with a life that barely scratched the surface of Franklin’s empire, was always running on fumes and deadlines, then she couldn’t even imagine what his schedule looked like.Meetings stacked on meetings. Decisions worth millions made in minutes. Power that never slept.He was coming back on Wednesday.She’d thank him properly then.That thought soothed her just enough to finally put the phone down.***It was late in Manhattan.Franklin had already loosened his tie, one hand reaching for his jacket as he prepared to leave the office, when the doors burst open without so much as a knock.“Franklin!”Drake stormed in, fury blazing in his eyes. “How could you be so c

Tristan went to bed immediately after finishing his homework, barely lingering in the living room the way he usually did. Cassie watched him disappear down the hallway and smiled to herself, already knowing what that meant.He’d be up before dawn, training.She loved that about him. The discipline, the seriousness, the way he committed to things without being pushed. Tristan approached his training the same way she approached her work: with focus, responsibility, and a quiet determination that didn’t need applause.But the night wasn’t over for Cassie.Not even close.Once the house settled into silence, she returned to the dining table that had become her temporary workstation. Her laptop hummed softly as she reopened files she hadn’t been able to finish at the office.The electronic documents came first. Emails, projections, schedules. Things that required clarity and speed. The hard copies could wait until morning.She slipped into that familiar state of deep concentration, the worl

On the other side of the city, Franklin was just about to leave his office, one hand already gripping his coat, the other tightening around his phone as it buzzed in his palm.He didn’t need to look at the screen.He already knew.His mother.For a brief moment, he considered letting it ring. He had just wrapped up a long, exhausting meeting.Celeste had finalized the last of the procedures with Drake and the Blackridge Group, and everything had gone smoothly. The kind of success that should’ve left him feeling accomplished, grounded.Instead, the moment his phone vibrated, something unsettled stirred in his chest.Genevieve Roth never called without a reason. And when she did, she never stopped until she got what she wanted.With a quiet exhale, Franklin answered. “Mom, I wasn’t expecting you to call this late.”Her voice came through soft, fragile in a way that instantly set him on edge.“Frank… I don’t feel well.”His spine stiffened. His hand tightened around the phone as instinct