All Chapters of A Repentant Ex-Husband: Come Back To Me, My Love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The air in the room felt heavy, thick with pent-up emotions. Natalia watched Simon from where she sat; every detail of his expression brought back memories she would rather forget.It was impossible not to think about that night, six years ago, when she had mustered the courage to ask him to listen to her.“Please, Simon, just give me five minutes to explain,” she had pleaded with tears in her eyes.“There’s nothing you can say to justify what you did,” he replied, his jaw tight and his gaze full of contempt. “You’re vile and evil, Natalia. You killed my son. How could you?”The cruelty of his words had pierced her soul like a knife. Tired of the constant rejection, Natalia felt something had broken inside her, so she lifted her chin, looking at him defiantly.“If you ever realize you were wrong, don’t come looking for me, Simon,” she had told him in a broken voice. “I’m sick of you never listening to me or believing me.”The echo of those words still reverberated in her mind, and now

When Simon opened his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was Natalia’s gaze, cold as ice, while her movements were calculated and evasive.She didn’t stop to look at him directly, but her posture—arms crossed and chin slightly raised—made it clear she wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.Simon ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than it already was, and decided to break the awkward silence.“Are you still upset with me… about what happened with Julián?” he asked in an almost pleading tone.Natalia let out a long sigh, closing her eyes for a moment as if she needed to gather her patience before answering him.“Simon, this isn’t just about Julián.” Her voice was low but firm. “The truth came to light thanks to his testimony, that’s true, but let’s not forget that he was also Isabella’s accomplice.”Simon tried to speak up, taking a step toward her.“Natalia, I…”She raised a hand, cutting him off immediately.“Let me finish.” Her eyes pierced him with a look of dete

At the Benavides’ house, Graciela collapsed onto the sofa, her hands covering her face as sobs shook her body. Roberto, standing by the window, watched the street with a somber expression.“This won’t change anything, Graciela,” he said harshly. “Crying won’t make Isabella think twice or pay for what she’s done.”Graciela looked up, her eyes red.“She’s our daughter, Roberto,” she sobbed. “How did we let it come to this? We let her manipulate us… we let her hurt Natalia.”“We’ve failed as parents… and these are the disastrous consequences,” Roberto muttered bitterly.Graciela sighed deeply and shook her head.“We can’t be so hard on ourselves…”“It’s our fault, Graciela,” he turned to her, furious to the core. “Don’t you realize it yet? Isabella is a loose cannon; Natalia was right all along, and we just turned our backs on her.”“I…’m sorry,” she sobbed more, feeling the blade of guilt pierce her chest.“I can’t even think about it without feeling angry at myself,” Roberto sighed, al

Simon parked his car in front of the Benavides' house and hurried inside, looking for Natalia.When he reached the living room, the first thing he noticed was Roberto slumped on the sofa, breathing heavily, while Nelly shouted orders over the phone.The atmosphere was tense, thick with recriminations, and Graciela’s presence, her face contorted with distress, didn’t help.“What the hell is going on here?” Simon asked, moving toward the center of the living room.“Your parents!” Graciela exclaimed, her eyes blazing with rage, pointing an accusing finger at him. They came here making demands about Natalia and Isabella. They came to insult us, to humiliate us. Look what they’ve accomplished!Simon frowned and turned his gaze toward his parents, who were standing by the door, their faces tense.“Is what Graciela says true?” he asked in a grave voice.Emilio lowered his head, unable to meet his gaze, while Nelly crossed her arms, trying to stand her ground.“We were just trying to protect

The waiting room seemed to have taken on an invisible weight since Delia’s arrival.Dressed in dark jeans and a gray coat, her hair pulled back into a messy bun, she looked as though she’d rushed over. She hugged Natalia and Graciela tightly, as if that gesture could ease some of the pain they were carrying.“I got here as fast as I could,” Delia said, pressing her lips together. “How is Roberto?”“We don’t know anything yet,” Natalia replied, her voice heavy with exhaustion. Then she frowned. “Have you heard from Daniel? I’ve tried to reach him, but he’s not answering.”Delia grimaced, glancing briefly at her phone.“I have no idea. I haven’t heard from him in several days.” Her tone reflected concern.Her gaze shifted to Simon, who was sitting in a corner of the room, seemingly lost in thought.“What’s he doing here?” Delia asked in a low voice, but loud enough for Natalia to hear clearly.Natalia sighed and crossed her arms, trying to stay calm.“He’s here because… his parents caus