All Chapters of Too Late to Win Me Back, Mr. Ex!: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Two days after Valencia’s visit, the house had grown quiet again, but Lucas knew Auri’s peace had not fully returned. She went through her days as usual, caring for Junior, managing flower shop orders from home, arranging employee schedules, making sure imported ribbons and flowers arrived on time. From the outside, everything looked normal. That was exactly the problem.Auri was far too skilled at looking fine.That morning, Junior was playing in his baby chair near the dining table, kicking at the hanging toys and babbling happily to himself. Auri sat across from him with her laptop open, one hand typing revisions for a hotel decoration proposal, the other absentmindedly rocking the baby chair with her foot.Lucas came in from outside after a short jog, carrying coffee for himself and fresh juice for Auri. He stopped in the doorway and watched the scene for a long moment.“You’re working, parenting, and skipping breakfast all at

The day before the wedding, the house was filled with the kind of busyness that felt joyful. Flower boxes had been arriving since morning, stacks of decorative fabric covered the living room, Sarah moved back and forth carrying a guest list while complaining that no one worked as efficiently as she did, and Gia was busy giving opinions no one had requested. Junior sat at the center of all the chaos in his stroller, clutching a satin ribbon like the event director himself.Auri was upstairs with the makeup artist for the final trial. Lucas had been going up and down the stairs all morning, half helping, half being a nuisance.“If you come into this room one more time, I’m throwing a shoe at you!” Auri shouted from upstairs.“I just want to see my future wife.”“You’ll see me tomorrow.”“I’ve waited long enough.”“Wait one more day.”Lucas looked up toward the

Mornings in that house always began with small sounds that never failed to make Auri smile. The clink of a spoon from the kitchen, Lucas’s footsteps far too confident as though the entire floor belonged to him, and Junior’s babbling from the nursery, sounding like an important speech in a language only he understood.One year after their wedding, the house truly felt alive.Auri stepped out of the bedroom with her hair still half damp, wearing a light sweater and lounge pants. The moment she reached the stairs, she stopped at the sight below. Lucas was standing in the kitchen wearing a black apron that read Best Husband, Better Looking, swaying to the morning music. Junior sat in his baby chair at the island, slapping the tray in front of him and laughing every time Lucas got the lyrics wrong.“That song is old,” Auri said as she came downstairs.“It’s a classic,” Lucas replied, turning toward her.

The meeting was scheduled for Saturday afternoon at Auri and Lucas’s house. Not in a lawyer’s office, not in some neutral restaurant, and not in any place that gave Ethan a psychological advantage. If he wanted to ask for more time with Junior, then he would come into the child’s real life, not summon everyone into his world.Auri deliberately chose to sit in the family room with a laptop open across her lap, as though there were things far more important than Ethan’s arrival. Lucas was on the floor near the play mat, stacking colorful blocks with Junior, who had entered the stage of life where destroying anything someone else built was a source of deep joy.“He inherited business instincts,” Lucas said when his third tower was knocked down again.“He inherited the joy of watching you lose,” Auri replied without looking up.The doorbell rang.Junior turned toward the sound and clapped, believing every

“I could tell something was weighing on you. You haven’t been focused since earlier. That’s why I stayed.”“I’m useless, Rick,” Ethan said, his voice hoarse and low, thick with despair. “Every time I visit their house, I feel like nothing more than a spectator. I walk in, see how perfectly happy they are, and then I have to leave again before my visiting hours are up. I’m like a stranger with no rights, only allowed to watch. Even that… is scheduled.”Rick stepped fully inside and closed the office door behind him, making sure their conversation wouldn’t carry beyond the room. “You’re not a spectator, sir. The blood running through Junior’s veins is yours. That’s a bond nothing can erase.”“Blood?” Ethan let out a bitter laugh, his eyes glistening as he turned to face him. “Blood means nothing if he doesn’t even recognize his own father’s scent because I’m never there! To a child as young as Junior, his father is the one who carries him every day… morning, noon, and night. His father