All Chapters of After The Divorce: He Wanted Me Back: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Isabella “And that distracted you?” he asks, one brow lifting slightly as he glances up at me.I don’t answer, only tighten my grip on the edge of the counter for a second before looking away, which earns a quiet, knowing huff of amusement from him as he continues picking up the broken glass like he’s already proven his point.By the time he finishes, the kitchen light is already on, the space brighter now, the mess completely gone like it never even happened. He straightens, tossing the last piece into the bin before glancing at me again. “Sit,” he says, nodding toward the couch.“I’m fine,” I start, but the look he gives me—calm, firm, not asking—makes the rest of the words die in my throat. I exhale softly and walk back anyway, lowering myself onto the couch while he turns the light off again, leaving the house dim and quiet once more.I don’t realize I’ve been watching him the entire time until he walks back toward me.He stops in front of me, his gaze dropping to my hands. “Did

Isabella Elias leaves not long after breakfast.He’s still laughing about something Mia said as he grabs his things, shaking his head while heading toward the door. “I need to change before work,” he mutters, slipping on his shoes before glancing back at us. “Try not to interrogate her too much,” he adds, pointing lazily at Mia.“I’m not interrogating,” Mia shoots back, though the grin on her face says otherwise.“You were,” I mutter, crossing my arms.Elias just laughs again before stepping out, leaving the door closing softly behind him.The house quiets down after that.Mia stays sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere today,” she groans. “I still feel like the room is spinning.”“Then don’t,” I reply, already heading back to the room to get ready. “Just rest.”“Gladly.”I don’t say anything else as I start preparing for work, moving around the room, picking out clothes, fixing my hair—trying to fall back into routine.Normal.But every now and

Isabella For a moment—Gabriel doesn’t react.He just stares at me.Like he didn’t hear it right.Or maybe… like he doesn’t trust that he did.His grip on my hand tightens slightly, his brows pulling together as he searches my face, trying to find something—anything—that says I didn’t mean it. “Isa…” he says slowly, his voice rough, almost uncertain as he exhales. “Are you… sure?” he asks, his eyes not leaving mine, like the answer actually matters more than anything right now.I don’t look away.Instead, I shift closer, closing the small distance between us as my other hand gently rests over his, holding it between both of mine. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t,” I reply softly, my voice steady despite the way my heart is beating. “I’ve had enough time to think… to feel everything again.” I pause, my thumb brushing lightly against his skin. “And it never changed.”Gabriel swallows, his gaze flickering for a second like he’s trying to process it all at once.“I’m not saying this becaus

Isabella“Go wherever you want,” he adds after a beat, his tone flattening, like he’s already done with the conversation. “I’m staying here.”And just like that—he ends the call.No hesitation.No second thought.The silence that follows feels heavier than before.Gabriel lowers his phone slowly, his jaw still tense as he exhales, dragging a hand down his face like he’s trying to pull himself back together.For a second, he just stands there.Still.Distant again.Then his eyes shift toward me.And something in his expression softens—just a little.Enough.I don’t wait.I step closer, closing the space between us again, my hand gently reaching for his, lacing my fingers with his without saying anything.He looks down at our hands for a brief moment.Then back at me.And this time—he doesn’t hold back.His fingers tighten around mine before he pulls me into him again, one arm wrapping around my back, holding me closer than before—like he needs the contact, like he’s grounding himself

Isabella I stay beside Gabriel for a while longer, not saying anything, just letting the moment settle, letting him breathe through whatever he’s holding in.Eventually, Mia and Elias make their way back to me.Mia reaches me first, her eyes immediately scanning my face, checking—making sure I’m okay without asking it outright. “You really don’t know how to pick quiet nights, do you?” she mutters, though her voice is softer now, her usual teasing toned down.I let out a small breath, something close to a tired smile forming. “Apparently not.”Elias steps beside her, glancing briefly toward Gabriel before looking back at me, his expression more serious. “You handled that well,” he says, not overly praising—but acknowledging.I shrug lightly, though my fingers tighten slightly at my side. “I said what needed to be said.”“That’s exactly the problem,” Mia cuts in, though there’s no real bite to it. She crosses her arms, shaking her head faintly. “You always say what needs to be said. Ev