Todos los capítulos de The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 168

HANNAH'S POV:He sobbed, a sound of such relief and anguish mixed together that it made everyone in the room flinch.He covered his mouth with a shaking hand, but it didn't stop the tears that streamed down his face uncontrollably. His shoulders shook.Then he was reaching for me, he was actually trying to stand up from the wheelchair, his body moving on pure instinct and emotion.Martin, who had entered the room quietly sometime during the examination, immediately grabbed Elijah's shoulder to stop him from hurting himself."Easy," Martin whispered firmly, his own voice thick with emotion. "You're still injured, man. You can't put that much strain on your body yet.""I don't care," Elijah whispered harshly, his voice breaking on every word. "She spoke, she spoke. She knows who I am. She remembers me."He dragged his wheelchair closer, the wheels squeaking slightly on the hospital floor, until his knees were actually touching the side of my bed. His hands reached out and wrapped around

HANNAH'S POV:TWO WEEKS LATER:The first breath of fresh air outside the hospital felt like an absolute miracle.It was real air and not recycled hospital air pumped through vents. Real, genuine outside air. Warm and humid with that particular quality that told me summer was approaching. Sun-kissed and alive.I closed my eyes for a long moment, tilting my face up toward the sky, letting the gentle breeze wash over my skin. It felt amazing. Like being reborn.Elijah pressed a hand lightly against my lower back for balance, his touch warm and steady and reassuring."You good?" he asked softly, his voice close to my ear.I opened my eyes and smiled at him. A real, genuine smile that felt like it came from deep in my soul. "I'm perfect."His wounds had healed enough over the past two weeks that he no longer needed the wheelchair, which I knew he was grateful for. He still moved carefully, still winced slightly on certain steps when his ribs protested. But he was walking on his own. He was

HANNAH'S POV:When we entered the house, the living room absolutely exploded with sound and color and joy.Balloons hung everywhere, from the staircase railing, from light fixtures, clustered in corners. Ribbons in every color imaginable were draped across furniture. The dining table was completely covered with plates and platters of food, more food than we could possibly eat.Cherry ran forward immediately and grabbed my free hand, literally bouncing with excitement."Hannah!" she squealed at a pitch that probably only dogs could fully appreciate. "Oh my God, you're still a bit pale but you look GORGEOUS! Absolutely beautiful!"Maya came next, hugging me lightly and carefully, mindful of my injuries. "I'm so happy you're home," she whispered. "So, so happy."Lucas followed, pulling me into a hug without saying a word. But he held on longer than usual, and I could feel him shaking slightly.Jacob appeared with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, handing them to me with a warm smile before

ELIJAH'S POV:Jacob and I, along with one of our old buddies from college who was now a very successful private investigator, had spent weeks digging through records, tracking down information, following every possible lead.And we'd found them. Her real parents. Their graves. And even better, we'd found family members who were still alive.When I'd first told Hannah what we'd discovered, she'd instantly burst into tears, staring at me with complete disbelief written all over her face."Don't joke around about something like this," she'd said, her voice shaking. "Please. Because I mentioned this to you once, just once, and I thought maybe it had slipped your mind."I'd cupped her face gently. "You really think something that important would slip my mind? Come on, Hannah. You should know me better than that by now."She'd thrown herself into my arms, sobbing with relief and gratitude and a thousand other emotions all mixed together.After she'd calmed down enough to think straight, she