Lahat ng Kabanata ng He Divorced Me, Then Begged Me Back: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

ANGEL As we ate, I kept my head down, quietly listening while they chatted. “How have you been, Amanda? I heard you have an upcoming series. Congratulations in advance; I’m sure it’ll top the ratings again,” George said, steering the conversation. “Thank you. We just finished filming it. It’s coming out in the next two months.” “Who’s your co-star again? Jacob? James?” Mom guessed. “I heard you’re being linked to him. Are you two together?” Amanda shook her head, laughing softly. “Jaime, Auntie… And no, we’re not together. Those were all just false rumors. You know… fans creating stories to feed their delusions, as usual.” “Why are you still single? You’re beautiful and successful—it’s hard to believe you don’t have a boyfriend right now,” George teased. “That’s not my priority.” “Or maybe you’re waiting for someone? Right, Gideon?” Zenaida said, flicking her gaze toward him. The table fell silent at her question. Even their usually quiet father paused mid-bite. Slowly, their

ANGEL“A package arrived under your name,” the maid said the moment I stepped into the living room.“Is that it?” I asked, pointing at the small box she was holding.She nodded and handed it to me. Excitement washed over me as I took it from her hands. A smile slowly formed on my lips as I walked back to my room, clutching the box carefully against my chest.Three days from now would be our third anniversary, and thankfully, my gift for him had finally arrived.I looked down at it and smiled to myself. I’m so excited to check this out. I hope he likes it.In just a second, the smile on my lips faded when someone suddenly blocked my path. Zenaida stood in front of me with her usual irritated expression.“Do you need anything?” I asked.One of her brows lifted as her eyes drifted toward the box in my hands. I immediately hid it behind my back, but it was already too late; she had seen it.Zenaida stepped

ANGELI fidgeted with my nails as I made my way toward his room.It had been days since our last conversation in the kitchen. His parents had already left, which meant I was alone again in this mansion with the people who made sure I never felt welcome.I wasn’t sure if he even remembered what happened that night, knowing he looked pretty wasted, but honestly, I hoped he did. I didn’t want things to be more awkward than they already were.“You were looking for me?” I asked the moment I stepped inside his room.“Sit down.” His voice was cold and clipped as he gestured toward the couch. I quietly took a seat, unable to keep my eyes off him.It was already late, yet even in simple black loungewear, he still looked indubitably handsome. His hair hung loose, dark strands falling over his forehead and partially concealing those mesmerizing eyes. Even his impassive gaze had the power to make my heart race. The mere fact that those eyes were looking at me was enough to send my thoughts spiral

ANGEL “Open the door!” I shouted as I pounded against it. “Hey! Is anyone there?”I kept banging on the door until my palms ached, clinging to the hope that someone would hear me. Karen, perhaps.“Karen!” I yelled. “Can someone open the door, please?”Eventually, my arms gave out, and my voice grew hoarse. Defeated, I slid down onto the floor and wrapped my arms around my knees. The air inside the storage room felt suffocating. Sweat clung to my skin as I looked around, searching for anything that could help me get out. Unfortunately, there was nothing but stacks of boxes and old supplies.I lowered my head and laughed bitterly. For sure, this was all part of Zenaida’s plan. And as an absolute fool, I had walked right into it.I heaved a deep sigh of determination. If I stayed here waiting for someone to unlock the door for me, then everything I had planned and would be sacrificing would be for nothing. I couldn’t let this day b

ANGELInstead of driving me home, Rowan brought me to his place. He made me take a shower first and even lent me a set of brand-new clothes.I was in the living room when I heard his footsteps approaching. He handed me a glass of water before taking the seat across from me. I accepted it and drank from it, instantly feeling a little refreshed. My throat had gone dry from all the crying earlier.Compared to a few hours ago, I had already calmed down. Thanks to him.Honestly, I didn’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t come. I probably would have spent the entire night sitting there in the rain. “Your husband didn’t come?” He sounded hesitant when he asked that, as though he wasn’t sure whether he should bring it up.Embarrassed, I lowered my gaze and nodded.“Why? Was he busy?”I wished that was the reason, but deep down, I already knew it wasn’t. He did it on purpose.I shook my head and emptied