All Chapters of After the Divorce, My Ex Husband Came Crawling Back: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

ARIANAShe's near the far end of the garden with a glass of wine in her hand, keeping her distance. I expected that. She's been avoiding me since the ball, since Eleanor's revelation, since the truth started unravelling.Beside her, Gemma stands rigid, her arms crossed, watching me with the same cold hostility she's carried since our father's funeral. She hasn't forgiven me for existing. She probably never will.Jonathan is nearby, speaking with one of Eleanor's associates. He glances at me once, then looks away. He knows something is coming tonight. He's been careful around me ever since the Syndicate connections started surfacing. And I know he's involved in ways he hasn't admitted.And then I see them. Linda Moore. Selene's mother.She's sitting on a stone bench near the roses, wearing a pale yellow dress that softens her features. Beside her, Daniel Moore stands with his hands in his pockets, looking uncomfortable in a way that suggests he'd rather be anywhere else.And between th

ARIANAI'm still standing, Linda's hand is still gripping mine like she's afraid I'll vanish if she lets go. Selene is beside her mother, her face pale, her eyes fixed on me like she's trying to reconcile the woman she hated with the sister she never knew.But the room isn't looking at me anymore. They're looking at Juliana.She's still seated at the far end of the table, her hands flat against the polished wood, her face a careful mask of composure that doesn't quite hide the tremor in her fingers. She looks like a woman calculating her way out of a room that has no exits.Then she stands. Her chair scrapes against the floor, and the sound is loud in the silence."You don't understand," Juliana says. Her voice shakes, but there's still an edge of defiance in it. "None of you understand what it was like."Linda's laugh cuts through the room. It's raw and ugly and completely unlike the composed woman I've watched all evening."Understand?" Linda's voice cracks. "You stole my baby. You

ARIANAThe morning after the revelation is strange. Everyone eats breakfast together in the grand dining room, but the energy has shifted. The table is quieter. Eyes meet and look away. Conversations start and falter. No one mentions what happened last night, but its presence fills every empty space between words.After breakfast, we move to the outside lounge. The morning sun is warm, and the gardens stretch out in manicured perfection. The twins disappear into the grass with the other children, and within minutes, they've become the center of attention. Thea is chasing a peacock. Ethan is methodically collecting stones and arranging them in a row.Everyone watches them. The Bindy children. The Bindy grandchildren. They all gravitate toward the twins like they're something precious.I watch from a distance, perched on the edge of a stone bench."They're beautiful."I turn. Susan has settled beside me, a cup of coffee in her hand. She's watching the twins with an expression I can't