Todos os capítulos de THE EX-WIFE MAKES A COMEBACK : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

(Adrian's POV)Elena and I had been sitting at the kitchen table for the past hour. Both of us staring at cups of tea that had gone cold. The clock on the microwave read three fourteen in the morning.She'd come downstairs first. I'd heard her moving around and followed ten minutes later when I couldn't fall back asleep anyway."You should try to rest," She said without looking at me."So should you.""I will. After I finish this." She gestured at her tea but made no move to drink it.I picked up my own cup, but set it back down without drinking. "How much longer do you think you can keep doing this?""Doing what?""Living here. Taking care of the baby. Managing BioGen. All of it."She finally looked at me. "As long as it takes.""That's not an answer.""It's the only answer I have."The baby made a small noise through the monitor. We both stopped talking and waited, but the noise didn't come again.Elena pushed her cup away. "Daniel asked me the same thing last week when he was home.

(Adrian's POV)It happened gradually over two weeks in the eighth month.Not all at once like I'd hoped. Not a sudden switch flipping where Lena woke up one morning and us suddenly her old self. Instead it came back in bits.First was the long-term memories. The wedding stayed. BioGen stayed. Our early relationship stayed. Things from before the pregnancy that had been blurry started sharpening.Then the pregnancy itself. She remembered being sick. Remembered the appointments. Remembered working until she started working from home.Then the birth. That took one longer. It came back in pieces over several days. The labor. The delivery room. The first cry. My hand in hers.Dr. Rahman said this was normal. Memory restoration following the natural timeline. Working backward from most recent to oldest.But the baby, that was the last thing to fully return.Week one of month eight Lena could hold her without panicking. Could feed her. Could change her diaper. But it still felt clumsy. Like

(Julian's POV)"It's been four months since your last appointment."Dr. Morrison was looking at her notes, and I was sitting in my usual spot."I know," I said."Any particular reason?""Things have been good. Stable. I didn't feel like I needed to come in as often.""That's actually a positive sign. But I'm curious what's been happening. Catch me up."I settled back comfortably on the chair. "Emma started Grade one. Real school now. She's doing well. Likes her new teacher and made friends already.""That's wonderful.""The consulting firm is steady. Not growing dramatically but really profitable. I'm not working sixty-hour weeks anymore.""How does that feel?""Good. Strange at first. I kept thinking I should be doing more. But I'm not. And things are fine anyway.""What else?""I moved to a better neighborhood. More parks. Good school district. Emma has her own space."Dr. Morrison wrote something. "That's a significant change.""It needed to happen. The old place was fine but this

(Daniel's POV)(A month later…)A knock sounded on my office door at nine thirty.“Come in,” I called out, not bothering to look up.Jennifer, my secretary, walked in. “Good morning, Mr Hart. The new intern is here," she said. "The HR team sent her up for introductions."I looked up from the report I'd been reviewing, frowning slightly. "Already? I thought orientation was next week.""They moved it up. Something about her class schedule conflicting. Do you want me to send her in?""Sure."Jennifer disappeared and came back a few minutes later with a young woman who looked barely out of her teens."Mr. Hart, this is Janelle Manning. She'll be interning with us this summer."The girl stepped forward and extended her hand. "Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Hart. I can't tell you how much it means to me."I shook her hand. "Call me Daniel. And you're welcome. Jennifer, can you give us a few minutes?""Of course."Jennifer left and Jnelle stood there looking nervous. She was dre

(Lena's POV)Two thousand women were looking at me.I stood at the podium with the microphone clipped to my dress and the speech in my hand even though I'd decided not to read from it.The introduction was over. The host had walked off stage, now it was just me and the crowd and the words I'd been practicing for weeks.I looked down at Charlotte in the front row. She was on Adrian's lap, chewing on her rabbit. Completely unaware that her mother was about to talk about her in front of thousands of people.I took a breath and started talking."My name is Dr. Lena Blackwood. Over 7 years ago I didn't exist. I was someone else with a different name living a different life. Then I erased myself. Changed everything, and started over from nothing."The room was quiet."I came to London with one suitcase and no plan. Built a company called BioGen Dynamics. Hired brilliant people. Developed treatments that actually help patients. Took on a pharmaceutical company that had hurt thousands of wome