Semua Bab The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Bab 471 - Bab 480

MARY'S POV:​"You collapsed right here on the living room floor, calling out, 'Wait, don't go.' Who made you so upset?" Vesper wraps both of her arms around mine, her warm body pressing tight against my side. Her warmth is familiar, but it doesn't comfort me the way it used to. There's something hollow about it now, something shallow that doesn't quite reach my heart anymore.​"Nothing. It was just a weird dream. I dreamed about you."​The lie rolls around in my mouth before I swallow it down. The person in my dream must have been Vesper. I lost her years ago when she left, so that has to be why I'm so afraid of her leaving me again. It has to be her. There's no other logical explanation. The alternative, that the woman in my dream was actually Mary, is completely unthinkable.​"I'm always right here, baby. I'm here for you," Vesper whispers softly, burying her face against my chest. It's only then that I realize she had been lying directly on top of me while I was passed out cold on

ALISTAIR'S POV:​I thought he was so ridiculous that it was almost laughable.​Who in the world did he think he was talking to? Did he really think he could pull off something even I couldn't accomplish with all my money and connections? Did he honestly believe he had the power to stand there offering me grand deals, making wild demands, and looking at me with that smug expression like he held every single winning card in his hands? He was just a lawyer. A small-time, average lawyer who had only gotten to where he was today because of me. Because of my personal network, my constant generosity, and my willingness to keep throwing him a bone whenever he needed work.​"What on earth makes you think you have any right to bet against me?" I asked him, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl.​Vesper's hand rested flat against my chest, and I could feel her entire body trembling violently beside me. Her fingers felt like ice against my skin through my shirt, and her breathing was shal

ALISTAIR'S POV:​Vesper was fine out in the hallway. Whatever cheap little mind game Marl was trying to play on me didn't matter in the long run. I could easily sort that out later when we got home. But Mary, Mary was the wife who had publicly humiliated me. Mary was the woman who had let another man put his hands on her and kiss her right in front of my face. Mary was the person who had torn our entire marriage down to the ground.​I turned back around to face him, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth hurt.​"What right do you think you have to even say her name?" I spat out, taking a heavy step back into the room. "She is my wife! She belongs to me! You need to stay the hell away from her, or I swear to God..."​"Or what?" Marl cut me off, his voice flat, steady, and borderline bored. "You're the one who specifically asked me to keep an eye on Mary in the first place. Whether you like the reality of it or not, I did exactly what you asked me to do. And deep down, we both know that no ma

MARL'S POV: ​He was rambling now, stumbling over his own words as he tried to justify the unjustifiable. He didn't even realize how much dangerous information he was casually handing over to me. Every single word coming out of his mouth was a full confession. Every lame excuse was another clear admission of guilt. ​He had used Mary's legal shares, her clean name, and her family's financial accounts without her knowledge. He had built his entire corporate empire on a shaky foundation of fraud and lies, and he had deliberately placed all the legal danger onto the one person who had trusted him with her life. ​His proud company was built on a massive lie. Even with all those ill-gotten gains piling up in his accounts, he had flatly refused to share a single cent of it fairly with his own wife. For such a high-risk corporate crime, he had coldly dumped every ounce of danger onto his unsuspecting partner. ​Mary had no idea what he had been doing behind her back. She had been sleeping p

MARL'S POV: ​The loud, dramatic conflict currently blowing up between Vesper and Alistair back inside the house would probably be entertaining to watch, but to me, it still wasn't nearly as interesting as going out to pick up the person who had already left. ​I stepped out through the front doors and walked down the steps into the cool evening air. ​When Mary had asked me earlier with that worried look on her face if I was hurt, I could instantly tell she secretly wanted to ask about Alistair, too, but she held back at the last second. Her clear eyes had flickered nervously toward the front windows of the house, then darted right back to my face, and I saw the heavy question forming on her lips before she swallowed it down. She was genuinely worried about him. Even after every single awful thing he had put her through, even after the cold way he had treated her for years, a part of her was still worried about his well-being. That was just who she was at her core. That was the so