All Chapters of Amazing Ex Wife: Come Back Please: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Katelyn’s POVI was still in the middle of sorting through some emails when my phone vibrated. It was a message from my brother David:“Marcus’s family has been dealt with. Don’t worry about anything else. Lucas is already back at Mom and Dad’s house. Take care of yourself.”A wave of relief washed over me. I let out a slow, shaky breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Just a few days ago, I never would have believed that so much could change, or that I could feel this safe, this… protected.I changed into jeans and a simple blouse, not really caring how I looked. I was still shaken from everything that had happened, but David’s message felt like a shield. I needed fresh air, a distraction, anything to get my thoughts away from the past.I grabbed my keys and stepped outside into the gentle morning sunlight. The steps to my apartment were still slick with dew, and I had just locked the door behind me when I noticed a figure standing awkwardly near the entrance.Derek.For a mom

Katelyn’s POVScarlett’s car idled a few feet away. I sat in my own car, gripping the steering wheel, pulse hammering in my ears. She rolled down her window first, waving with exaggerated cheer. “What’s wrong, Katelyn? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement as she crossed over.I forced myself to remain calm, opening my door and stepping out, my keys gripped tightly. “What are you doing here, Scarlett? Are you following me now?”She laughed, the sound sharp. “Follow you? Please. I just came to check on a friend at work and look what I find, you and your little journalist nose.” She gave me a smug look, her arms folded. “Heard Rachel’s company isn’t doing so well.”Scarlett’s face twisted into a gloating smile, She leaned closer, “I heard her partner defected to Harland’s company. Quite a betrayal, don’t you think?” Scarlett grinned, eyes bright with malice. “Harland’s ruthless, but smart. I guess Rachel trusted the wrong people.

Katelyn’s POVAt first, I just stood there, stunned by the sight of him. The last person I expected to see again so soon, Tessa’s father. He looked the same as before, quiet, tired, yet somehow grounded in a way that made the world feel a little steadier.He noticed my hesitation and gave me a small nod. “You still need that spot?” he asked.I blinked and stepped back, surprised by the offer. “Are you sure? You were here first.”“I told you,” he said, already opening his door. “I’m just here to pick up a prescription. I won’t be long. Take it.”As he stepped aside, I finally saw her. Tessa. She sat quietly in the backseat, her small hands folded over a stuffed bear that looked like it had been through a lot. Her eyes were the same, watchful and wide. But her lips were slightly parted, her breathing shallow.“She’s sick?” I asked softly.He nodded, locking the car. “Fever. Been getting worse the last few days. I wanted to wait it out, but I figured I shouldn’t risk it.”Something ti

Katelyn’s POVBen stood just inside the doorway, his eyes wide as they scanned the chandelier above, the marble-tiled floor, the sprawling staircase behind me. His gaze lingered on the framed photos along the hallway wall, and I saw him swallow as if unsure whether to take another step.“This is… something else,” he said finally, offering a faint, crooked smile. “I’ve never been in a house like this before.”I smiled softly. “It’s just a house. You’re both welcome here.”Tessa stayed close to his side, her small hand tucked into his coat pocket. She looked around with quiet wonder but said nothing, her fingers clutching a worn corner of her pink hoodie sleeve. I could see how tightly she was holding on. The space must’ve felt overwhelming to her.“I wasn’t sure if we should come,” Ben admitted as I led them toward the living room. “But Rachel told me where you lived. She said… well, she said you wouldn’t mind.”“She was right,” I said gently. “I’m glad you came.”He relaxed a littl

Ethan’s POVI woke up with a sour taste in my mouth, the inside of my head pounding like I’d spent the night headbutting bricks. My body felt sluggish, like I’d been dragged through mud.I remembered the bar. The whiskey. The way Allen just sat there and let me talk. Or fall apart. Maybe both.I didn’t remember how I got home. Only that Allen must’ve handled it.After showering and trying to wash the alcohol from my skin, I pulled on a fresh T-shirt and slowly made my way downstairs. The house felt too bright. Too quiet. I rubbed my temples as I reached the bottom of the steps.Allen was already there, sitting on the couch with a glass of water in one hand and his phone in the other. He looked up as I entered.“Well, look who survived.”I groaned. “Barely.”He set the phone aside. “How’re you feeling?”“Like I made a fool of myself.”“You did,” he said without missing a beat. “But not in a way that surprised me.”I sighed and dropped into the chair opposite him. “I’m never drinking a