Too Late to Win Me Back, Mr. Ex! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

The car door closed softly behind Ethan, muting the noise of the busy hotel lobby outside. The driver glanced back from the front seat, waiting for instructions as usual, but Ethan only lifted a hand without looking at him.“Home.”“Yes, sir.”The car pulled away from the hotel, merging into city streets already glowing with the weight of evening traffic. From the outside, everything looked ordinary. A man finished meeting a client and was heading home after a long workday. No one would know that only minutes earlier, he had stood there watching the woman who had once been his home walk away beside another man.Ethan leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes.But behind his eyelids, the scene only became clearer.Auri standing calmly beside Lucas.Not hiding. Not depending on him. Standing as his equal.And when she had said, I don’t want to hurt my partner’s feelings,

Three days after Junior’s birth, Auri was finally allowed to go home.That morning, the sky was clear, the air fresh after the night’s rain, and the world felt far too bright for someone who had barely slept since becoming a mother. Junior was fast asleep in his baby seat beneath a pale blue blanket, his tiny face peaceful, as if he had no idea he had become the center of so many lives.Sarah sat in the front with the driver, busy double-checking the baby bag, milk bottles, spare diapers, and every other item Auri considered excessive but secretly found comforting. Gia had come in her own car, claiming it was for “important national escort duty.” Meanwhile, Lucas drove Auri’s car with an expression far too calm for a man who had checked Junior’s seatbelt three times that morning.“You’re making me nervous,” Auri said from the passenger seat.“I’m being responsible.”“You

The day of the first visit arrived three days sooner than Auri had hoped. From the moment morning came, the house felt different. Not because anything had physically changed, but because a thin tension hung in the air like a sound waiting to be heard. Auri tried to keep to her normal routine with Junior, changing his diaper, feeding him, rocking him back to sleep, yet her eyes kept drifting to the clock on the wall.Lucas watched her without saying much. He was lining up baby bottles in the kitchen when Auri walked past with Junior resting over her shoulder.“You’ve checked that clock seven times in ten minutes,” he said casually.“I’m making sure time is still moving.”“It is. Unfortunately.”Auri clicked her tongue softly. “Are you enjoying this?”“I’m enjoying the fact that you’re still cute when you’re tense.”“I could throw a pillow at

Night settled slowly over the house with the kind of calm that usually soothed Auri. The garden lights glowed softly beyond the windows, the bottle warmer hummed quietly in the kitchen, and Junior had just finished his bath, leaving his tiny body smelling clean and sweet of baby soap. Everything should have felt ordinary. Yet since Ethan’s visit that afternoon, her mind had not truly been still.She was folding a small blanket on the family room sofa when Lucas walked past carrying a basket of dry baby clothes. Tiny shirts, little towels, and socks so small they seemed impossible were piled in his arms.“You’ve been staring at that towel for three minutes,” he said without looking at her. “Did it insult your family?”Auri sighed. “I’m thinking.”“That’s more dangerous.”Lucas set the basket on the table and began folding the clothes one by one with surprising precision. Auri wa

Morning arrived beneath a gray sky and damp air left behind by the rain before dawn. Junior had just fallen back asleep after feeding, and the house was still quiet. Auri stood in the kitchen slicing fruit, glancing now and then at the baby monitor on the counter. Lucas was outside in the backyard taking a work call, his voice faint through the glass door.The doorbell rang once, then twice.Auri looked up. It was too early for visitors. Gia usually let herself in without manners and without bothering with the bell. Couriers never came this early either. She wiped her hands and walked to the front door.When the intercom camera lit up, her breath caught for half a second.Valencia stood at the gate.She wore simple cream-colored clothes, far calmer than the glamorous image that had once clung to her. Her hair was neatly done, but her face looked tired. In her hands she carried a small handbag and a gift box wrapped in pale blue paper.Auri s