Todos los capítulos de My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The realization hit Timothy like a jolt. He blinked, stunned, his thoughts spiraling.Who was this young woman, watching one of the world's foremost neurosurgeons as if she were the authority in the room?Could it be possible that she was more skilled than Jacob himself? And yet...Why had no one heard of her? If someone that gifted had entered the field, especially someone so young, the medical world would be buzzing with her name. But there was nothing. No whispers, no papers, no recognition.Timothy’s brow tightened as he studied the pair again.Jacob wasn't just glancing at Amelia. He was deferential.The more Timothy tried to piece it all together, the more his thoughts unraveled. Nothing made sense. Whoever Amelia truly was, one thing had become undeniable, she wasn't just another observer. There was a gravity about her, a presence that demanded caution.Timothy wasn't alone in sensing this. Around the operating room, the rest of the surgical team had picked up on it too, the subt

Lucas wasted no time. His lips barely moved as he answered, "I'll deduct it from your paycheck."“Works for me," Amelia replied, not missing a beat.He adjusted his cuffs, mind already drifting back toward the office. "I have to get to the office. I'll head out."She fell in step beside him. "Sure. I'll walk you out."Then, without thinking, she asked, "Did you have breakfast yet?"“Not yet," He answered, his voice clipped and face still unreadable. But beneath that frosty exterior, a spark of longing flickered, so faint that it was almost invisible.At his side, his thumb traced a slow, unconscious circle against his forefinger, the only hint of his quiet anticipation.Amelia flashed an easy smile and suggested casually, "I haven't had anything to eat, either. How about we grab some breakfast together before heading to the office?"Lucas came to an abrupt halt. "Alright."The smile on her face faltered for a second. Before she even realized what was happening, Lucas was already turnin

“Amelia, I know you care about Mr. Wright’s well-being," Sophia interjected gently, her words calculated to smear Amelia’s reputation. "But you're not related by blood. Isn't it a bit much to forbid his grandchildren from visiting him?”“Look at her…just another greedy outsider trying to grab the Wright family's property!" Eve exclaimed with a curl of her lip. "Leaving her alone with my grandpa is just giving her more time to fill my his head with poison."Amelia shot Eve a look of pure contempt, as if she were staring at an idiot. "You'll only continue to piss Howard off with these absurd words. Just remember this, if something happens to him, it won't do you any good, but it might just work out in my favor."Eve went stiff, her face twisted in bewilderment. "W-What's that supposed to mean?"Damian’s brows drew together as he stared at Amelia. "What exactly are you up to?" Just being in the same room as her seemed to set him on edge.“Amelia, you wouldn't really hurt Mrs. Wright just

“Merits?" Eve scoffed with an icy laugh.“She's just a housewife who only knows how to scrub dishes. She's not even in your league."Sophia offered a soft smile. "Amelia’s actually a great racer, isn't she? Didn't she win a championship once? I think that's pretty impressive."“Impressive?" Eve snorted. "Please. She probably slept with the race track owner to rig the competition. No way she earned that title fair and square."Damian stiffened. Her words dragged his mind back to that very competition, the image of Amelia, poised and fierce, a far cry from the quiet, unremarkable woman he thought he knew. The memory lingered, unshakable.“Sophia!" Eve’s tone sweetened as she hooked her arm through Sophia’s with affection. "Didn't you always dream of becoming a fashion designer?"Sophia tilted her head. "Yes, I did. Why?"“I just heard something exciting," Eve said, lowering her voice like she was sharing a secret.“The Madrigal Group is about to launch a fashion design competition. First

Her father’s voice came again, softer now, threaded with hope. "Magda, is that really you?"Emotion overwhelmed her at last, and a sob slipped past her lips.Noise crackled on the other end, Magda’s mother's voice rang out, trembling with shock and excitement. "Magda? Is it really you, sweetheart? Did our Magda finally call?"Tears thickened Magda’s voice as she struggled to answer. "Yes, it's me. I'm so sorry."Regret weighed heavy in her father’s reply. "No, my dear, I'm the one who owes you an apology."Sobs broke up her words, but she insisted, "It wasn't your fault. I was being stubborn."Urgency cut through as Magda’s mother jumped in, her question breathless.“Magda, where are you right now? Are you in Haleigh?"“No, I'm in Critport. Once Aiden gets better, we'll transfer him to a hospital in Haleigh," Magda replied, wiping her cheeks.Their surprise echoed down the line. "Aiden?"“Yes," Magda replied gently. "My son's name is Aiden. Your grandson."Stunned silence lingered for