All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

3RD POV:THREE DAYS LATER:After the meeting with Mrs Martinez, Hannah had been withdrawn from Elijah, and Elijah had noticed it too. She just kept pondering the entire conversation. During the weekend, she worked on different sketches, projects and documents in the home office and played with the kids and prepared them for school, completely ignoring Elijah’s existence.Today however was the children’s first day at their new school. The morning light filtered softly through the wide kitchen windows, casting golden lines across the tiled floor. Hannah moved around carefully, checking bags, lunch boxes, and name tags for what felt like the fifth time. She spoke with the chef and the kids nanny a couple times and they had assured her everything was arranged.She’d always been particular about details, but today it wasn’t just about organization. It was nerves, hidden behind her calm efficiency.Amelia sat on the counter, swinging her legs while adjusting the yellow ribbon in her hair.

3RD POV:“Of course you can,” he smiled, handing Amelia a whisk. “We can make a mess together.”His heart was just so full, seeing them even talking to him again after he questioned if he was visible today. The next ten minutes were filled with laughter, clattering bowls, and a whole lot of spilled batter. Even Hannah found herself smiling as Elijah pretended to faint dramatically when Amelia accidentally flung flour at him.“Mom, he’s so funny when he’s not trying too hard.” she whispered with a giggle.Elijah heard and his mouth went wide making Amelia laugh again. Hannah’s chest tightened with something warm and she just chuckled.Eventually, the brownies went into the oven half the batter somehow on the counter and everyone stood around waiting. Elijah leaned against the island, crossing his arms, that familiar glint in his eyes.You can do this…you can do this…He cheered himself on as he thought this would be the perfect time to ask for what he wanted.“So,” he started, speaking

HANNAH’S POV:Lucas shot him a glare but couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from twitching. “Don’t make me laugh, I’m too angry for humor right now“You sure you don’t want me to track him down?” Martin said lightly. “I’m excellent at verbal violence.”“Thanks, but the police will do,” Lucas muttered, rubbing his temples. “I just… I’m tired, Hannah. Maybe love isn’t for people like me.”I frowned, sitting beside him. “That’s not true. You just keep falling for the wrong ones and it’s probably because you’re still discovering what exactly you want. You could have never imagined that Matteo would ever be a stalker and out there slashing your tires.”Lucas placed a piece of steak in his mouth and muttered, “You’re right.”“And we love you, Uncle Lucas.” The twins said in unison and Lucas ruffled up Andrew’s hair making him laugh. The conversation drifted to Martin who revealed he was working in real estate and lived an hour away from here in a neighboring state and loved how things w

ELIJAH’S POV:That earned another small smile. She walked closer, curiosity in her eyes as she peeked into the bag. “Shrimp risotto?”“And lemon cake,” I added, pulling out the containers.Her lips curved upward despite herself. “You remembered.”“Some things are hard to forget.”For a second, she didn’t respond. She just stood there, staring at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read—part surprise, part nostalgia, part disbelief.Then she looked away, busying herself with opening the food. “You could’ve just sent this with a driver, Elijah.”“I wanted to make sure you ate,” I said quietly, pulling up a chair. “And to see you.”She hesitated before nodding toward the table. “Sit. If you’re already here, you might as well join me.”So we sat, the silence between us filled with the hum of the iron cooling and the faint sounds of the city below.For the first few minutes, she focused entirely on her food, pretending not to notice the way I kept watching her. The risotto seemed to eas

JANET POV:“Good evening,” she replied softly, her tone polite but guarded. “We weren’t expecting you.”It was only right she was distant especially after how I acted at the restaurant, she had never seen me like that.“I know,” I said, walking closer. “I needed to talk to you both of you.”That got Mr. Martinez’s attention. He lowered the paper, adjusting his glasses and he had a bored look on his face like he always had . “What is it this time, Janet?”He was an handsome man and if he had just given me the wrong look once, I would have taken Mrs Martinez’s place and show off to the world, but he always looked so tired of me. “Can we… talk privately? Please?” I asked.Mrs. Martinez exchanged a wary glance with her husband before nodding toward the long couch. “Sit.”I obeyed, crossing my legs and pretending confidence, though my pulse was racing.“I wanted to apologize,” I began, voice carefully measured. “For the way I behaved the other day. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you,