All Chapters of RECLAIMING HIS EX WIFE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

25 Chapters

The Night Everything Changed

"Madam, should I reheat your dinner?" The maid’s voice was soft, not certain of what to say.Isabella looked down at the meal before her, she hadn't touched it. A bottle of red wine, roasted veggies and steak were served.Everything Nolan enjoyed.She had carefully prepared everything in the hopes that he would return home on time for onceHer fingers tightened around the table's edge. No Maria, thank you. “You're free to sleep."Maria nodded after hesitating, giving Isabella a look filled with something close to sympathy before heading out.Isabella looked at the wall clock and sighed.12:07 a.m.She wasn’t shocked. Yes she was disappointed, perhaps hurt. But taken aback? Never.She was surrounded by the icy silence of the mansion. Everything appeared flawless because of the golden glow cast by the chandelier above.Classy, without love.Her mind went back to a time as she rubbed a finger over the rim of her wine glass.At one point, Nolan had hurried home just to see her smile. He h

Last Updated : 2025-12-30

The Unfulfilled Farewell

Isabella gripped the suitcase handle tighter, her fingers shaking. Behind her, the imposing Sinclair mansion stood tall with its high windows glowing warmly.A vicious lie. Not for her, that house has never been warm.She listened as she walked cautiously and slowly down the stone walkway. Awaiting.Any moment now, she told herself. He would come. Nolan would yell at her, tell her to stop and demand an explanation. He would fight for her.But the night remained silent.Her chest began to ache intensely. She paused beside the sleek black car parked in the driveway.Isabella turned her head slightly, stealing one last glance at the mansion. The front doors stayed shut. The windows, though lit, revealed nothing.No footsteps. No deep, commanding voice breaking through the night.Nolan wasn't coming for her.Her eyes welled up in tears but she fought the urge to cry.Not yet. Swallowing hard, she placed her suitcase into the car’s trunk, her every movement slow, as if giving him more time

Last Updated : 2025-12-30

An unexpected Life

THREE WEEKS LATERThe sound of the wave crashing rhythmically filled the silence of Isabella's new life as they whispered against the shore.She gazed at the endless blue horizon from the window of her small apartment. The warm smell of books going up from the bookstore below, mingled with the smell of the sea.The magnificent Sinclair mansion was nothing like it. Every time she turned on the faucet, the pipe creaked, the furniture was used and the ceiling low. But she was able to breathe for the first time in years.No staff watching her every move.No cold, empty bed waiting for her at night.No Nolan.Isabella turned away from the window and tightened her sweater around her shoulder. In a corner, a pile of unpacked boxes taunted her.Only a suitcase of clothes, a few memory items and the memories she was attempting to forget were all she had brought. She had abandoned golden chandeliers for a single flickering lamp, silk gowns for sweaters from the thrift store.It should have felt

Last Updated : 2025-12-30

She wouldn't let him know.

With the pregnancy test still in her shaking hand, Isabella sat on the edge of the bed. As if a clear proof of the life developing inside her, the two pink lines gazed back at her.She couldn't tell if the twisting in her stomach was due to fear or nausea.She immediately wanted to tell Nolan. He has every right to know, don't he?Her mind then imagined a picture of his unreadable, icy face and how he never stood up for her or held her in the way she had once desired.Would he even care?The thought sent a fresh wave of pain crashing through her.He hadn’t chased after her. Hadn’t called. Hadn’t even asked why.Isabella let her head drop back against the wall and took a trembling breath.This child…Her fingers moved to her stomach and lightly touched the spot where a small heart had just started beating.A war raged inside her.Tell him, or don’t?She had never been the type to run away from responsibility.But she had also spent too many nights feeling like a ghost in her own home.

Last Updated : 2025-12-30

A Fresh Start

"Dear, are you certain you want to do this by yourself?"Mrs. Margaret asked, as she worked behind the counter, looking through her glasses.Isabella let out a breath and adjusted her apron. "Yes. I must.Unconvinced, the older woman hummed but made no further effort.Without looking into Isabella's past, she had offered her a job at the bakery when she first came to town. But after a few months, Isabella was willing to take a chance and start her own café.Isabella put in endless effort to turn the small, deserted room she had rented into a warm and welcoming space that smelled of vanilla and freshly brewed coffee.She owned the little shop on the quiet side of town.Every morning, she reminded herself that it was a new day and inhaled deeply as she opened the doors.Her soft smile and the silent resolve in her eyes had won her the villagers' embrace at once.The life she left behind was not questioned. Perhaps they decided to let her recover after noticing the ghosts in her eyes.On

Last Updated : 2025-12-30

The Child With His Eyes

Nolan Sinclair stared at the file on his desk as though it might vanish if he looked away long enough.It didn’t.The manila folder lay open beneath the glow of his desk lamp, its contents neatly arranged, clinical, merciless. A photograph sat on top.A child.A boy no older than four, standing barefoot on a beach, the hem of his small shorts damp with seawater. His dark hair was tousled by the wind, his cheeks flushed with laughter caught mid-moment. He was smiling at whoever stood behind the camera, eyes bright, unguarded.Storm-gray eyes.Nolan’s fingers curled slowly against the polished wood of his desk.The room felt too quiet. Too tight. As though the walls of his office—glass, steel, and power—were closing in on him for the first time in his life.“That’s not possible,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.But his eyes refused to leave the photo.Because the child’s eyes were unmistakable.They were his.Not similar. Not close.The same sharp, storm-colored gaze that had stared back

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

Daddy?

The word echoed in Isabella’s head long after Juan said it.Daddy.Her breath left her lungs in a sharp, silent rush as she tightened her arms around her son. She could feel his small body pressed against hers, warm and solid and real everything she had built, everything she had protected.And now Nolan Sinclair was standing right outside her café, threatening to tear it all apart just by existing.Isabella forced herself to breathe.“One moment, sweetheart,” she murmured, brushing her lips against Juan’s hair. “Go sit with Mrs. Carter, okay?”Juan hesitated, his gaze still fixed on the man outside the window. He nodded slowly, obedient but curious, and padded back toward the table where the elderly woman waited with a knowing smile.Isabella rose to her feet on unsteady legs.Her hands were shaking.She hadn’t imagined this moment would come so soon. Not like this. Not in the middle of her safe little world, with flour on her hands and sunlight streaming through the windows.She had

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

One Hour Is All I Have

Isabella barely slept that night.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Nolan standing outside the café so still, so shaken, like a man who had just watched his entire world tilt off its axis. Worse, she saw Juan’s face when he’d asked that question.Are you my daddy?Her chest tightened as she lay staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft rhythm of her son’s breathing from the next room. He slept peacefully, one small arm flung over his pillow, completely unaware that his world had shifted.She had sworn she would never let this happen.Never let Nolan enter Juan’s life and complicate it with broken promises and half-love. She had built something safe here small, imperfect, but warm.And now Nolan Sinclair was standing just outside that safety, waiting.By morning, Isabella had already decided one thing.One hour.That was all he would get.The park was quiet, bathed in soft morning light. The ocean breeze carried the scent of salt and freshly cut grass, and the sound of gulls

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

He Wants More Than an Hour

Isabella knew it the moment Nolan walked back into her life.One hour would never be enough for a man like him.She felt it in the way his gaze followed Juan at the park—too focused, too reverent. In the way his shoulders had stiffened when she said time’s up, as if he were restraining something feral inside himself.Want.Claim.Fear.She tried to push the thought away as she tucked Juan into bed that night, smoothing his dark curls back from his forehead.“Mommy?” Juan murmured sleepily.“Yes, baby?”“Is the tall man sad?”Her hand stilled.“Why do you ask?”Juan yawned. “He looked like he wanted to stay.”Isabella’s chest tightened painfully. “Sometimes grown-ups want things they can’t have.”Juan frowned in concentration. “Like cookies before dinner?”A soft, broken laugh escaped her. “Yes. Like that.”Juan seemed satisfied. He rolled onto his side, clutching his stuffed whale, and drifted off within minutes.Isabella stayed longer than usual, sitting beside his bed in the dim lig

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

The Deal He Never Expected

Isabella didn’t sleep that night either.The message burned itself into her thoughts like a brand.You can’t keep him from his legacy forever.She lay awake, staring at the ceiling while Juan slept peacefully beside his stuffed whale, his small fingers curled just like Nolan’s used to when he slept.Legacy.The word tasted bitter.She had fought so hard to give Juan a life untouched by that world. No boardrooms. No headlines. No people who saw bloodlines as assets instead of children.And yet… that world had found them anyway.Her phone buzzed again at dawn.This time, it wasn’t an unknown number.Nolan.She stared at his name, heart hammering.For a long moment, she considered ignoring it.She didn’t.“What is it?” she said quietly when she answered.“I need to see you,” Nolan replied, voice low, tense. “Now.”Her chest tightened. “Why?”“Because someone else knows,” he said. “And they won’t wait.”That did it.“Where?” she asked.They met at the edge of town, near the cliffs overloo

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

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