All Chapters of Be Mine Again, Dear Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Harper's bodyguards stepped forward instantly. Harper on the other hand, moved backwards, her heart thudding madly. She felt sick to her stomach. Her bodyguards moved to deflect the threat. But before anyone could actually make a real move, a slow clap echoed from the end of the corridor.Everyone turned.Detective Reyes strolled around the corner as though he was arriving at a cocktail party. There was a smile tugging at his lips.His eyes locked on Harper immediately."Well," he said. "This looks dramatic."The tattooed men instantly straightened. The leader lowered the gun."Boss."Harper's stomach dropped. Reyes sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose like a disappointed teacher."Gentlemen," he said calmly, "I asked you to escort Dr. Hemsworth politely."The men shifted awkwardly."She didn't look like she wanted to come."Reyes looked at Harper with mock sympathy."Yes," he commented. "She can be stubborn."Tyson stepped forward, infuriated. He didn't exactly understand wh

Harper pushed open the door to Aiden's private room at St. Andrew's General the next evening, right after her shift ended. The familiar antiseptic smell hit her first, followed by the soft mechanical beep of monitors.Malakai wheeled in right behind her, his expression carefully neutral, but his knuckles were white on the armrests.Aiden lay propped up in bed, the head elevated just enough for him to see the door. His body was a map of bruises and bandages. One eye was still swollen half-shut, his left arm in a sling, with IV lines snaking from his hand to the bag hanging above. He looked smaller than she remembered, fragile too. The moment he saw them, his good eye widened."Harper..." His voice cracked. "Malakai."Harper stopped a few feet from the bed, her hands clasped in front of her like she didn't know what to do with them. Malakai rolled to a stop beside her.Aiden tried to sit up straighter, winced, then attempted to swing his legs over the side of the bed.Harper moved

The private dining room of La Varenne was quiet enough to hear the soft clink of crystal against porcelain. The restaurant catered to politicians, diplomats, and people who preferred their conversations to remain unheard. Malakai arrived first, supporting his movements with a black staff. He settled in a private room with a table near the tall window, the city lights glittering below like scattered diamonds. The rosemary necklace Harper had given him rested beneath his collar, hidden. His fingers brushed the pendant once. Then he checked his watch. Right on cue, the door opened. Maddison walked in first. She looked beautiful in a way that felt almost fragile. Her pale gold dress hugged her slender frame, and her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders. But something in her expression was... off. Her smile arrived a half-second too late, as though it had to be assembled before appearing. Behind her came Eric Snow. Snow was exactly the kind of man who had survived decades

Malakai wheeled himself into the visitation room at County Detention with the same calm he'd worn to dinner four days before. Oliver was already seated on the other side of the scratched Plexiglas divider, an orange jumpsuit hanging loose on a frame that had once been broader. His hair was longer and unkempt. When he saw Malakai roll in, his mouth twisted into something between a sneer and a smile."Well, well," Oliver drawled, leaning forward until his forearms rested on the ledge. "The king himself. Came to gloat?"Malakai stopped the chair a comfortable distance from the glass and folded his hands in his lap."I came because you asked to see me," he said. “Twice."Oliver barked a laugh."Yeah. Because I wanted to look my old friend in the eye and tell him I don't regret a single thing."Malakai tilted his head."Old friend," he repeated softly. "I doubt that we were ever friends. If we were, you wouldn't have accused me the way you did."Oliver stiffened."We were brothers

Harper pushed the front door open as quietly as she could, easing it shut behind her with the same care. The house was dim, the soft yellow glow of a single lamp lighting the living room. For a moment she thought everyone had already gone to bed.Then she saw them.Malakai lay stretched out on the floor, one arm folded under his head like a pillow. The throw blanket from the couch had been dragged down beside him. Summer was curled against his side, her small arm draped across his chest. Theo was sprawled half on top of Malakai's stomach, drooling happily onto his shirt.All three of them were asleep.Harper stopped in the doorway, her exhaustion melting into something softer. The sight tugged at her heart. She couldn't help the big smile that crept across her face.She slipped her shoes off and padded across the floor on silent feet.Summer stirred faintly when Harper knelt beside them. Harper brushed a stray curl from her daughter's forehead and pressed a gentle kiss to her c