Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-Wife, You Are Mine!: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Aidan rushed into the hospital at full speed, barely aware of the freezing air biting through his clothes. In his panic, he had forgotten to put on his coat, running all the way from the parking lot wearing nothing but his suit. The icy wind clung to his skin, but he ignored it completely as he hurried toward the elevators.His heart pounded violently inside his chest. The moment the elevator doors opened on the fifth floor, where Fiona Swan had been admitted, Aidan immediately stepped out and searched the hallway with restless eyes. At last, he spotted Ratu walking out of one of the rooms nearby.“Ratu!” Aidan called, half-running toward her.“Uncle Aidan.” Ratu stopped and turned to face him.“W-What happened now?” he asked breathlessly.Ratu gave a faint, exhausted smile.“Mrs. Fiona Swan has already been moved to the morgue. The death certificate has also been issued. I’ve taken care of eve

Aidan hid his tears after a few moments. The words he had spoken brought him no happiness at all. Hurting Malikha was supposed to satisfy him, supposed to make him feel victorious, yet instead his heart felt restless and unbearably heavy.After standing there for a while, struggling to conceal what he truly felt, Aidan finally turned around and walked after Malikha, who had already gotten into the car first. Malikha refused to look at him as one of his bodyguards opened the door for Aidan before he took the same passenger seat beside her.Aidan kept trying to maintain his cold demeanor, though he could hardly endure it. In the end, he found himself stealing glances at Malikha again and again. But Malikha never once turned toward him. She chose to stare out the window instead, watching the passing scenery in silence. Not a single word was spoken during the drive. Aidan remained quiet as well.A moment later, Malikha’s fingertips brushed against her other hand. Only then did she realize

“Fine, I’ll believe you today. But from now on, I want you to prepare my meals every day, and you must taste them in front of me first. Got it?” Aidan spoke in a tone that only irritated Malikha further. She stayed silent, refusing to respond to him at all.The maids standing near the dining table could only exchange confused glances as they watched their master. They were truly witnessing a strange side of Aidan’s behavior toward his wife.“What is actually going on?” Jessica whispered to Eva, her eyes still fixed on Aidan in confusion.“Shush!” Eva quietly scolded her and gestured for Jessica to stay silent and stand still.At the table, Aidan enjoyed the delicious breakfast Malikha had prepared, even though he had just argued with her over something unreasonable and nearly made her cry. Meanwhile, Malikha ate her breakfast slowly, her annoyance obvious, as no smile appeared on her face.“Prep

“I’m going to see Jayden. There’s a bachelor party for him at Delacey tonight. Don’t wait up—I might not come home,” Aidan coldly said after they had been back at the apartment for an hour.He had only come home long enough to shower and change. Now he looked sharp in a dark sweater layered beneath a denim jacket. Without waiting for Malikha’s response, Aidan grabbed his keys and walked straight out of the apartment.Malikha could only let out a quiet sigh. She stood there for a few moments in silence before finally deciding to do anything she could to fight off the boredom creeping into her chest.After dinner, she spent some time chatting with Jessica and Eva in the kitchen. The maids were warm and cheerful, and Malikha found herself smiling as she listened to their stories.By nine o’clock, Aidan still hadn’t returned. Eventually, Malikha decided to watch a movie alone on one of the premium channels

A bright morning cast its gentle light over New York, even as winter still clung stubbornly to the city, promising at least another month of cold. In his bed, Aidan was still asleep, wearing the same clothes from the night before. Now, however, he was wrapped in a warm blanket, his head pounding mercilessly.Slowly, he stirred, attempting to open his eyes after a night of heavy drinking—a task that felt almost impossible. The sunlight pouring in through the window pierced his vision, intensifying the dizziness that made his head spin.“Oh, God. My head!” he groaned, clutching his hair and pressing his palms to his temples. Rolling onto his back, he stretched, trying to focus on the light caramel-colored ceiling above, a quiet comfort amid the haze of his mind. As awareness slowly returned, his eyes swept across the room, and his hand instinctively reached for the space beside him. It was