All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

290 Chapters

I Survived

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

I Survived (2)

HANNAH'S POV: When the two doctors quietly excused both of them from the room to give us privacy and space, Lucas shook his head stubbornly. "We're not leaving her," he said firmly. The older doctor sighed gently, understanding but professional. "Only for a few minutes. She needs quiet and rest. Too much stimulation can be overwhelming after what she's been through." "It's okay," I rasped out, my voice still barely there. I lifted a shaking hand toward my friends. "Please. I want to see them." Maya rushed forward immediately, moving quickly but carefully. She threw herself gently over the side of the bed, mindful of my injuries but unable to stop herself from getting close. "Hannah!" she cried, and she was full-on sobbing now. "Oh my God, don't... you can't... you scared me so badly. I thought I'd lost my best friend. I thought..." She couldn't even form complete sentences. She was crying too hard. I touched her cheek weakly with my bandaged hand. "I'm alive, Maya. I'm okay an

Going Home

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

Welcome Home, Hannah

HANNAH'S POV:Amelia and Andrew came running at full speed toward the car, their little legs pumping as fast as they could go.But halfway across the lawn, Andrew suddenly slowed down. He frowned and grabbed Amelia's arm, pulling her to a more reasonable pace."Careful!" he scolded her seriously. "Remember what Daddy said! Mommy's still hurt! We have to be gentle!"Amelia pouted but immediately obeyed her brother, slowing to a walk.The two of them approached the rest of the way more cautiously, more carefully, until they were standing directly in front of me.They just stared up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. I stared down at them, trying to memorize every detail of their faces.And then Amelia whispered in the smallest, most careful voice, "Can I hug you now, Mommy?"A sound escaped my lips that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob. Joy and pain and love all mixed together."Come here, my babies," I whispered back, kneeling down slowly despite the way my ribs and legs prot

Love Was Waiting

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

Giving Her Back Her Past

ELIJAH'S POV: THREE WEEKS LATER:It had been more than a month since Hannah had been discharged from the hospital and returned home to us. And honestly, she'd been doing remarkably well, all things considered. Her physical wounds were healing beautifully. The burns on her legs were fading to light pink scars. Her lungs had recovered almost completely from the smoke damage. She could breathe normally again, speak without pain, and laugh without coughing.But earlier this week, she'd finally had enough of my overprotective behavior.She'd cornered me in our bedroom after the kids had gone to school, her hands on her hips and with that determined look on her face that I'd learned meant she was about to tell me something I probably needed to hear but didn't want to."Elijah, we need to talk," she'd said firmly.I'd immediately panicked, my mind jumping to worst-case scenarios. "What's wrong? Are you in pain? Did something happen? Do we need to call the doctor?""No," she'd said, holding

Her True Name

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

Tears at the Headstones

ELIJAH'S POV:Her eyes had softened, taking on an almost childlike quality. Wonder mixed with heartbreaking confusion. Like a little girl discovering something precious she'd lost long ago.She turned to look at me, seeking confirmation that this was real.I nodded gently, not trusting my voice to stay steady if I spoke.Hannah took a tentative step forward, releasing my hand slowly. Then she lowered herself carefully to her knees on the grass in front of the headstones. A quiet exhale escaped her that quickly broke into a choked, painful sound."Hi," she whispered shakily to the stones. "I don't know where to start. I don't even know if you can hear me, or if this is crazy, talking to stones in the ground."Her shoulders began to tremble. She reached out and brushed her fingers over her mother's name, tracing each letter slowly and carefully, as if trying to memorize the woman she'd never known through the carved stone."I wish..." Her voice cracked completely. "I wish I missed you.

The Gift of Truth

ELIJAH'S POV:As soon as she stood up fully, I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly.She melted into me immediately, her face pressing into my chest, her fingers gripping my shirt like she would drown if she let go."I have so many questions," she whispered against my chest. "So many things I wish I could ask them. So many things I wish I knew.""I know," I whispered back, rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back. "But Hannah, you're not alone in this. Not now. Not ever. I'm here. The kids are here. And there are other people who knew your parents who want to meet you."After a long moment of just holding each other, I pulled back slightly and looked down at her tear-stained face."I have something else to show you," I said gently.She blinked up at me, confused, still wiping tears from her reddened cheeks with the back of her hand."Another surprise?" Her voice cracked slightly, but a small, weak smile appeared on her face. "You're full of surprises today.""Yes," I said, t

Blood Recognizes Blood

ELIJAH'S POV:She pulled back just enough to cup Hannah's cheeks in both hands, looking at her face like she was memorizing every detail. Then she leaned forward and kissed Hannah's forehead."And now you're here," she whispered. "You're alive, you're real and you exist. Oh my darling girl, we don't even need a DNA test. You're clearly Mirada's daughter. You have her eyes, her smile, her spirit. I can see it all over you."Hannah was crying too hard to speak. She just clung to Adele, her body shaking with the force of her emotions.I stood back, watching this reunion, and I had to swallow hard against the emotion burning in my own chest. Seeing Hannah being held like this, truly held by someone who loved her by blood, by someone who had mourned her loss... it felt like I was giving her back a missing piece of her soul.After several long minutes of crying and holding each other, Adele finally pulled back slightly. She wiped Hannah's cheeks tenderly with her thumbs."Come inside, pleas

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