Todos los capítulos de Amazing Ex Wife: Come Back Please: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Katelyn‘s POV After the kiss, I felt a little dazed. My cheeks were hot, my mind racing with questions. For a moment, it was like the old days of just me and Ethan, tangled up in complicated feelings.But then I pulled away. I needed to breathe. I left the living room and headed into the hallway, rubbing my arms. I could hear Lucas in the background, his laughter mixing with the television. The house was so quiet except for those soft sounds. I paused by the doorway, trying to steady myself.Ethan’s mother, came out of the kitchen. She must have seen the confusion on my face. She set down her dish towel and stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Katelyn, I saw what happened in there,” she said gently. “That boy has always been so proud, so stubborn. But you, he only ever acts this way around you. Don’t you see? That kiss… it’s jealousy, clear as day.”I tried to brush it off, but her words settled in my heart. Jealousy? Was that really it? Did he care that much? I wasn’t sure what to

Katelyn’s POVThe hours after presenting the compensation agreement were some of the longest of my career. The lobby remained tense, reporters whispering and pressing forward, waiting for a new headline. Mr. Smith stood silent, leafing through the document, his jaw set, the lines in his face deepening as he read the pages. His wife stood beside him, their child asleep in her arms, her own face pale and closed off.It didn’t take long for the drama to move from the building lobby to the digital world. Later that day, Mr. Smith went live on social media, determined to tell his side. I watched the livestream from my desk, knowing this was the moment everything could shift. The screen filled with comments as soon as he started to speak. Mr. Smith explained the history with the TV station, repeating his claims that we had caused his wife distress and demanding that the station make things right.I waited for him to finish, feeling a dull ache in my chest. With every word, I saw the comm

Scarlett’s POVI had been in prison for five years.Sometimes it felt like five years, sometimes a lifetime. In the beginning, I’d counted the days on the wall, scratching a tiny mark with a broken pen lid, but the habit faded. There was no point in keeping track when every day was the same as the last.No one here cared about my past, about the woman I’d once been. To them, I was just Scarlett, the girl who’d fallen from grace, the one whose only use was to be their punching bag. I was Ethan’s enemy, Katelyn’s “villain.” To them, that made me an easy target.The prison was always loud and always cold. My cellmates made it clear from the start that they would never be my friends. They picked on the weakest first, and even after all this time, I still felt like the weakest.Some mornings, I woke up to find my food had been stolen or spat in. If I asked the guards for help, they turned away or laughed. The only time I got any real peace was when I was left alone in the shower, if I was

Ethan’s POVThe entire city had been talking about tonight’s event for weeks. Even before I arrived, I heard about the security measures and the exclusive guest list. Just about every influential person in business, media, and politics had an invitation. When I stepped from my car at the curb, the sight nearly made me stop in my tracks.Floodlights lit up the front of the Donald family’s mansion, washing the stone façade in warm gold. Guests in expensive suits and shimmering gowns streamed up the steps, pausing to have their photos taken beneath the enormous floral arch at the entrance. Uniformed valets took keys and ushered luxury cars into the long circular drive. I walked up slowly, taking in the huge windows aglow with soft light, the echo of laughter and live music already floating through the air.Inside, the main foyer was even more impressive. The marble floors gleamed underfoot, covered with intricate rugs in deep red and gold. Crystal chandeliers hung above. Tall vases fil

Ethan’s POVMarcus was so filled with regret and anger that it felt like his chest was about to suffocate him. He kept smoothing his suit jacket with one hand, his eyes darting between Katelyn, Jimson, and the crowd that pressed in from every side. Scarlett hovered close to him, silent for once. Derek stood behind them, arms crossed. But thinking of the occasion today, Marcus could only hold it in. He forced his face into a careful, pleasant smile. He looked tensed, but he covered it up quickly as he leaned toward Scarlett and whispered, “Now is our chance. Just smile and follow my lead.”Something seemed to click in his mind. He straightened his posture, put on a warm smile, and quickly grabbed Scarlett’s hand. “Come, Scarlett,” he said in a low voice, dragging her along with him. Derek, seeing them move, hurried to follow. The three of them wove through the crowd, sidestepping elegantly dressed guests, brushing past reporters, ignoring everyone else around them. As they reache