Lahat ng Kabanata ng RECLAIMING HIS EX WIFE : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The house felt different the moment Nolan stepped inside with his overnight bag.Isabella noticed it immediately the way the air shifted, the way the walls seemed to draw tighter around secrets she had buried for years. This place had been hers. Quiet. Predictable. Safe.Now Nolan Sinclair stood in her living room, tall and unyielding, his presence pressing against every fragile boundary she had built.Juan didn’t seem to notice the tension.He clung to Nolan’s neck with careless affection, small arms wrapped tight as if he had always belonged there. Nolan froze for a fraction of a second before instinct took over. He held Juan securely, one large hand bracing the boy’s back, the other cradling his head.Something dark and aching crossed his face.Isabella turned away.She busied herself straightening pillows that didn’t need straightening, her chest tight with emotions she refused to name. She told herself this was temporary. Necessary. Nothing more.“You can put him down,” she said

The first headline broke before noon.Isabella saw it while she was standing in the kitchen, staring at nothing, Juan’s laughter drifting faintly from the living room where Nolan was helping him build a tower of blocks.Her phone vibrated in her hand.She didn’t want to look.She did anyway.SINCLAIR CEO CONFIRMS SECRET CHILD SOURCES SAY MOTHER IS HIS EX-WIFEThe words blurred for a moment.Ex-wife.There it was.The truth she had buried, renamed, softened into something survivable.Now it was sharp again. Public. Unavoidable.Her chest constricted painfully.Nolan stepped into the doorway just as her knees weakened.“Isabella”She turned on him, eyes blazing. “You said you’d control it.”“I did,” he said firmly. “This is the controlled version.”She laughed bitterly. “You call this controlled?”“It could have been worse,” he replied. “They already knew you were married. They just didn’t know to whom.”Her voice shook. “You don’t get to decide when my past becomes entertainment.”Nol

Evelyn West did not arrive quietly.She never did.Isabella saw the car first a sleek silver coupe gliding into the narrow street like it owned the place. It didn’t belong here among weathered houses and salt-worn fences. It belonged to glass towers and valet parking.It belonged to Nolan’s past.Her stomach tightened instinctively.Nolan noticed at the same time. His posture changed subtly, shoulders squaring, jaw tightening in a way Isabella remembered all too well.“She’s early,” he said under his breath.Isabella didn’t ask who.The car door opened, and Evelyn stepped out as if she were walking onto a stage. Tall, blonde, immaculately dressed in cream trousers and oversized sunglasses, she surveyed the street with faint disdain before her gaze locked onto the house.Onto Nolan.A smile curved her lips.Not warm.Not friendly.Possessive.“So that’s her,” Isabella murmured.Nolan didn’t look away. “Yes.”Evelyn approached with confident strides, heels clicking sharply against the p

Isabella hadn’t thought about the ring in years.Not really.She’d trained herself not to. Not to remember the way it had glinted under the study lights that night. Not to remember how her chest had caved in when she saw it on Evelyn’s finger—how certain she’d been that Nolan had chosen someone else without even bothering to end things properly.But the past had a way of resurrecting itself.Especially when it wanted to hurt.She was closing the café early when Evelyn’s name flashed across her phone screen.Unknown number.But the message was unmistakable.Evelyn:I think we should talk. Woman to woman. About the ring.Isabella’s hand stilled on the door lock.Her pulse spiked.She told herself not to respond.She did anyway.Isabella:There’s nothing to talk about.The reply came instantly.Evelyn:Oh, there is. Because that ring is the reason you left. And it was never what you thought.Her breath caught painfully.She locked the café with shaking hands and turned toward the street.

The first letter arrived on a Tuesday.It wasn’t threatening at first glance. No red ink. No dramatic language. Just a plain white envelope slipped through the café’s mail slot sometime between the morning rush and lunch.Isabella didn’t think much of it until she saw there was no return address.Her fingers hesitated before tearing it open.Inside was a single sheet of paper.You should have stayed gone.Her stomach dropped.She read it again, hoping she’d misunderstood. Hoping it was some tasteless prank from a bored local caught up in the gossip storm.But her instincts screamed otherwise.She folded the letter slowly and slipped it into her pocket just as the bell above the café door chimed.Nolan stepped inside.He took one look at her face and knew.“What is it?” he asked quietly.She shook her head. “Nothing.”He didn’t believe her. “Isabella.”She exhaled slowly and pulled the paper from her pocket, handing it to him without a word.Nolan read it once.Then again.The air arou