All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

MARY'S POV:​I looked at Beatrice seriously.​The words were forming right in the back of my throat, heavy and urgent, practically demanding to be spoken out loud. I couldn't just stand there and let her believe the dirty lie that Vesper had just thrown at me like a weapon. I couldn't let her walk away thinking that I was the exact same as her son, or that I had broken my promises the way he had broken his. The false claim had landed like a cold blade in my ribs, and I needed to pull it out before the damage became permanent.​"That is not true," I said, my voice staying surprisingly steady even though my fingers were shaking. "I know I don't owe everyone in this room an explanation, but I really think you deserve to hear it from me. I swear to God, I never cheated on him. Not once. Even after everything Alistair did to me, I would never do that to myself. I am so sorry you had to stand here and watch this. I never wanted to drag you into my messy life. It was just a mistake..."​The

MARY'S POV: ​The words dropped straight into my chest like a heavy stone falling into a quiet pond. ​Beatrice stepped in and pulled me into a real, tight hug, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and holding me close to her warm body. She tapped her hand against my back in that slow, steady rhythm she always used, the same way she did when I was sick, when I was completely overwhelmed by life, or when I was hurting so bad I couldn't stop crying. The feeling was so warm and familiar that the tears I had been fighting back finally burst through, running hot down my face. ​"I made a promise to protect every child I could," she whispered, her voice heavy against my shoulder. "But I cannot go around hurting my own daughter just to protect someone else's mistake. Not anymore. I let you get hurt before, didn't I? And I am so very sorry for that. Maybe I really was thinking only about my family back then, God forgive me, but..." ​I wrapped my arms right back around her neck, holding her

MARY'S POV:The soft orange lights from the radio lit up the dark car which showed his handsome face as he climbed into his side.​He pulled his door shut and rested both hands on the top of the steering wheel. He didn't turn the key right away. He just sat there in the seat and looked over at me with an expression I couldn't quite read as I shrugged.​He pulled the car out of the drive, and we drove away down the dark road without either of us saying a single word about what had just happened to Alistair back in that house.​The bright streetlights of the city blurred together outside my window and I love what I was looking at. We were driving down the exact same roads I had used for years, but tonight everything looked completely different. It felt like the streets belonged to a whole different person, someone I used to be a long time ago. The tall buildings passed by one by one, the streetlamps dropping big spots of yellow light onto the wet asphalt ahead of us.​Just as the car h

MARY'S POV:​I stood there in the hallway staring at the bright screen, my mind spinning in a hundred different directions at once. Her favorite dress was stained and ripped. She was keeping her mouth shut. She wouldn't tell anyone what went down. And the nanny, who had been watching her for some days and knew every single one of her little habits, was genuinely scared for her.​Could my little girl be getting picked on by the other kids at school?​A cold wave of fear washed right over me. I had been so wrapped up in my own terrible marriage, my own deep pain, and my crazy fight to get away from Alistair that I hadn't even noticed something bad happening to my own child. I was so busy dealing with Vesper, fighting through the divorce papers, and trying to keep my own head above water that I had left the most important person in my world completely unguarded. In the middle of trying to save my own life, I had let my guard down with hers.​I felt frantic with a heavy, sickening worry.

MARY'S POV:​I grabbed another spoon, dipped it in the pot, and put a tiny drop on my tongue. Sure enough, he was totally right. The soup tasted absolutely awful, a weird, sweet, hot mess that made my stomach turn right over. The flavors were completely fighting each other, the heavy sugar ruining the meat broth and turning the whole thing into a sweet disaster. I had been so lost in my own head about my daughter that I had reached for the wrong glass jar and poured in half a cup of sugar, and ruined the whole dinner.​My daughter was going to be sitting at this table in fifteen minutes, and I didn't have enough food left in the fridge to start a new meal from scratch. I stood there staring down at the bubbling pot, my brain frozen as I tried to figure out how to fix it. I could try dumping in a ton of salt or pouring in water to drown out the sweet taste, but it was a total goner. It was always going to taste terrible, just a big visual reminder that I couldn't even keep my head clea