Todos los capítulos de The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Capítulo 361 - Capítulo 370

MARY'S POV:The café door swung shut behind me, and I stood on the sidewalk for a long moment, letting the cold air wash over my face.The conversation with Hotch had not gone the way I expected.He had been kind, warm, the same man I remembered from law school. But the weight of my situation had pressed down on me the entire time, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to say the words I had come to say.The divorce agreement was not the difficult part. I had already made peace with that. I had already accepted that my marriage was over, that the man I had loved was gone, that the life I had built was crumbling around me.The real question was whether Alistair would successfully allow me to take our daughter.I thought about Elowen's face in the kitchen, her hopeful eyes, her small voice asking if her father could come to her school event. She loved him. Despite everything, despite his absence, despite the way he had broken promise after promise, she still loved him.And he l

MARY'S POV:Marl looked down at the bracelet, a small thing of plastic and string, and his expression shifted again. I couldn't name what I saw in his eyes. Something raw or vulnerable."I won't forget," he said.After the activities, he took us to buy children's sports equipment. Elowen was bouncing with excitement, her small hand still wrapped around Marl's, her eyes wide as she looked at the display of balls and bats and racquets."Can I get this one?" she asked, pointing at a colorful soccer ball.Marl picked it up and handed it to her. "Of course. And this, too." He grabbed a small basketball and a set of foam darts. "You need to get outside more. I know a few clubs that would be perfect for kids your age. I can recommend them to your mom.""You would do that?" I asked, surprised.He shrugged. "She's a great kid. She deserves to have fun."I didn't know what to say to that. So I said nothing.*The sun was beginning to set as we walked back toward the car.Elowen was between us,

MARY'S POV:"Thank you," I said. "For today. For coming. For... everything."He shrugged. "It was nothing.""It wasn't nothing. You made her happy. That's not nothing."He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "She's a great kid. You've done a good job with her."I didn't know what to say to that. So I said nothing.We stood there in the silence, the cold air between us, the last of the sunlight fading from the sky. He was about to say something, I could see it in the way his mouth opened, the way his eyes searched mine.Then I heard it.The sound of an engine. Loud, aggressive, too fast for the narrow street.I turned.A car was speeding toward us, headlights cutting through the fading light. It swerved, tires screeching against the asphalt, and came to a stop in front of my house.My heart dropped as Vesper got out.She was carrying a pile of Chanel shopping bags, the type of luxury that came with a breathtaking price. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders, her makeup perfect

MARY'S POV:The house was quiet.I stood in the foyer, my back pressed against the door, and let the silence wash over me. The wood was cold through my shirt, the grain pressing into my skin. I could hear my own breathing, shallow and uneven, and the distant noise of the refrigerator from the kitchen. Somewhere upstairs, Elowen was moving around, getting ready for bed.I pushed myself off the door and walked toward the stairs.My legs felt heavy, each step was an effort. The events of the day replayed in my mind, the parent-child activity, Marl's unexpected appearance, the way he had made Elowen laugh. And then Vesper. The shopping bags. Alistair's shirt hanging from her shoulders like a trophy.I reached the top of the stairs and walked down the hallway to Elowen's room.She was sitting on her bed, her new soccer ball clutched to her chest, her eyes fixed on the window. The curtains were open, and the last of the evening light was fading from the sky. She looked small against the dar

MARY'S POV: He looked different than the last time I had seen him. His clothes were rumpled, his hair disheveled, his eyes shadowed. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. But there was something else in his expression, something hard and determined that I didn't recognize. He saw the suitcase on the bed, and his eyes narrowed. "Going somewhere?" he asked. I didn't answer. I just watched him. He walked into the room, his steps slow and deliberate. When he was close enough to touch me, he stopped. His eyes searched my face, looking for something I wasn't willing to give. "You were with someone yesterday," he said. "A man." It wasn't a question. "He was just a friend," I said. My voice was flat, empty, the voice of someone who had run out of fear. Alistair's jaw tightened. "What friend? I've never seen him before." I didn't answer. "Who were you with, Mary?" "I have friends," I said carefully. "People who care about me. Not that it's any of your business anyway." "My busin