Todos os capítulos de The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Capítulo 481 - Capítulo 490

MARL'S POV:I had learned a long time ago that information and secrets were a form of currency, a crucial kind of power. But with her, I actually found myself wanting to share those hidden parts of my life. I genuinely wanted her to know the real me.​I knew her spirit was currently covered in deep wounds from her failed marriage, but what she needed right now wasn't more masculine control, fake pity, or some self-righteous act of charity from a savior. She had never lacked the raw courage to stand up on her own two feet and fight her own battles. The very last thing a woman like her needed was to be trapped in another golden cell in the name of protecting her from the world.​So I knew I could never let her see the dark, violent side of my nature, especially when it came to how I dealt with people like Vesper and Alistair. I could never let her glimpse the ruthless parts of me that were fully capable of cold cruelty, sharp calculation, and the kind of relentless, unyielding pursuit I

MARY'S POV:​I had been genuinely surprised. Deeply touched. And because of that, I had wanted to do something special to bring a smile to his face, too.​So I had put all of this together. These handmade creations.​They had not been thrown together in a rush at the last minute. They were years in the making, born from quiet moments of patience. My daughter had always loved cartoon characters, just like any normal kid who grew up watching television after school. But Alistair had never paid attention to what she actually liked, let alone bothered to buy her the toys she dreamed of. He was always far too busy running his company, attending endless meetings, or entertaining any of his friends.​Whenever I gently told my baby girl she could pick out any cartoon character she wanted, she would always sweetly tell me she did not need one. She had learned, even at such a tender young age, that asking for things only ever led to disappointment. Alistair always thought little girls should on

MARY'S POV:His piercing gaze locked onto my eyes, so intensely focused that it felt like a warm beam of sunlight. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the sheer weight of his attention, and the way his eyes seemed to look straight past my nervous exterior.​I braced myself inside for a few sharp, cutting remarks.​I expected the polite dismissal, the forced smile, or the gentle letdown that would instantly confirm every single fear I had harbored.​"You made your own custom Disney collection? Oh, and classic superheroes, too. Wait a minute, does this little pumpkin carriage actually work? Do you seriously have an entire homemade princess squad right here?"​He looked genuinely excited, his posture shifting with eager curiosity.​His eyes were wide and bright, his voice rising with real, unfeigned enthusiasm. He leaned closer to the table, examining each individual piece with the type of focused attention that made me feel like I was suddenly the only person in the entire room. H

Mary's POV: ​"If you talk to every woman like that, I can see how you've earned your reputation," I said, trying to sound completely composed while my voice stumbled over the syllables. ​The words came out breathless and uneven, nothing like the cool dismissal I had originally intended. My voice cracked slightly on the final word, and I felt a hot wave of blood rush straight to my cheeks. I wanted nothing more than to sink right through the ground, to disappear into thin air, or to pretend I hadn't just spoken with such embarrassing transparency. ​"Just you." He took a slow step back and flashed a gentle smile. ​It looked as though tiny stars had fallen right into his eyes. Otherwise, how could they possibly look so bright, so warm, and so deeply inviting that I felt an overwhelming pull to step closer? The soft corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement, his lips curved upward, and for a fleeting second, the entire room seemed to fade into a blur. There was only him, and me, and t

MARY'S POV:​Marl proved to be thoroughly unimpressed with the Fairy Godmother costume I had prepared for myself. He picked it up by the hanger, holding it near the window light while his brow furrowed in quiet doubt and his lips pressed into a thin, critical line. He turned the garment over in his hands, inspecting every single seam and stitch, before slowly shaking his head. The fabric was soft and pale, the colors muted and quiet, and the overall design simple and modest.​He clearly thought it was far too old-fashioned and that the colors lacked any real life. He insisted that I needed to wear something that would genuinely catch everyone's attention at the school event, something that would match the excitement my daughter deserved, rather than something so quiet. He wanted more sparkle, more drama, more flair.​I closed my eyes and imagined what I would actually look like walking around a school yard wearing one of those flashy creations. I wouldn't just be participating in a fu