All Chapters of My Ex husband wants me back: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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the weight he didn't expect

chapter 21Ryan tossed his car keys onto the glass desk. They skidded once, clattered, and lay still. He sat in his office chair like a man who’d forgotten how to breathe properly. His left hand came up, fingers pressing hard against his temple as if he could physically hold his thoughts in place. For a long moment, he stared at nothing. The city stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but he didn’t see it. Why did his chest feel hollow? Why does my heart feel uneasy after she left? He swallowed hard, jaw tightening. No, he whispered. It can’t be. He reached for his phone. Unlocked it. Locked it again. Stop thinking about her. The command in his head was firm, but it didn’t stick. Sandra’s face kept surfacing rain-soaked, defiant, that faint smile she’d given him before he’d thrown her out into the storm. No, no, no.He pushed up from the chair too fast, pacing the length of the office. The polished floor reflected his restless steps. Why am I suddenly thinking

the letter

Chapter 22 Mrs. Clara moved fast, her heels clicking sharp against the marble as she closed the distance between them. The sound echoed through the quiet living room like a warning. Son, why are you suddenly asking about her? Her voice was low, edged with disbelief and a thin layer of annoyance. And who cares where she goes? She’s gone. Maybe she’s at her new lover’s house by now. Her eyes flicked to Jasmine as she said it a silent cue, a shared jab. Jasmine caught it instantly. She nodded, lips curving into a knowing, spiteful smile. Right. She probably ran straight to someone else. That’s the kind of woman she is. Always chasing the next man with money. Ryan’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. His fist tightened at his side until his knuckles went white, the skin stretched tight over bone. Stop it, Mom, he said, voice sharp and final. I don’t want to hear that. The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. For half a second, Mrs. Clara’s mask of composure slipped. He

the price of letting go

Chapter 23Hello, young mistress. The message has been delivered successfully to the Smith Group, the voice on the other end of the call said, smooth and professional. Okay. Well done, Sandra replied, her voice even, controlled. If he comes, let me know before he steps inside.Yes, young mistress. She hung up without another word, sliding the phone across the mahogany desk as if it were a problem solved. The screen went dark, but her eyes stayed fixed on it for a second longer. Ryan. The name sat bitter on her tongue, a taste she’d spent weeks trying to wash out. Loving you was the most foolish thing I’ve ever done,she murmured to the empty room. But now… the love is gone. The words didn’t sting like they used to. They felt like a truth finally settling into bone. Her hand drifted down, resting against the slight curve of her stomach. The movement was unconscious, protective. A smile small, real, and entirely new touched her lips. Child, she whispered, I pray you never

homecoming

Chapter 24The door flipped open with a soft whoosh, and Mrs. Grant Jane rushed in, her heels striking sharp against the hospital tiles. Her coat was buttoned wrong, her hair a little wild, like she’d run from the car without stopping to fix herself. Her breath came fast, her eyes frantic as they swept the room past the monitors, past the nurses until they landed on Sandra lying in the bed. Sandra raised her head slowly. She was pale, her lips dry, her hair pulled back in a messy knot. But the moment she saw her mother, something tight in her chest loosened. Her lips curved into a small, tired smile the first real one she’d allowed herself in months. Daughter, how are you doing? Mrs. Grant asked, voice trembling as she crossed the room in three quick steps. She didn’t wait for an answer. Her gaze slid past Sandra and settled on the little bassinet beside the bed. Her eyes brightened instantly, tears welling before she could blink them away. Whoa… he’s so cute. Just like his fath

decision

Chapter 25Sandra sank down slowly onto the velvet armchair, the fabric catching against her dress. Her arms still felt empty without Daniel’s weight, but she refused to let it show. She lifted her chin, eyes steady, and spoke with a calm that didn’t match the storm in her chest. Tell him I’m in an urgent meeting. He can come over next time, she ordered. Yes, mistress, Charles pledged, bowing slightly before he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him with quiet precision. Mr. Grant turned to her, brows drawn together, curiosity flickering in his eyes. Do you have any problem with the Smiths? he asked. Sandra smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. It was the same polite mask she’d worn for years at the Smith mansion. No, Dad. I just want to arrange some things in the company first, she said softly. I’ll handle him when I’m ready. Not when he decides to show up.Mr. Grant studied her for a long moment, then nodded. He knew that look. It was the same look she’d worn as

the call

Chapter 26Ryan slammed the car door shut, the sound cracking through the quiet driveway like a gunshot. He walked inside the house hesitating, each step heavier than the last, as if the marble floor knew he was carrying more than just the weight of his body. His first glance landed on Mrs. Clara sitting alone in the living room, a cup of wine by her right hand. She wasn’t drinking it. She was just holding it, staring into the dark red liquid like it might tell her how to save a legacy that was slipping through her fingers. Mom, what happened? What’s the matter? he asked, his face filled with curiosity and concern. But beneath the question was fear. The kind that sat cold in his stomach since he’d been turned away at the Grants’ gate hours ago. Mrs. Clara turned slowly to him, her face troubled and unhappy. The lines around her eyes looked deeper tonight, carved by stress she’d never let him see before. When she spoke, her voice dripped with every word, heavy with dread she’d been

the sound that broke him

Chapter 27Mrs. Clara’s eyes widened the moment she heard Ryan say Sandra’s name. Her spine went rigid. Her fist squeezed around the stem of her wine glass so hard her knuckles turned white, but she forced her face to stay blank. Years of board meetings had taught her how to hide panic. Sandra is calling? she said, voice low and sharp. She held out her hand for the phone. Pick up. Let’s know what trash she has to say.Ryan’s hand trembled as he reached for the phone. His fingers were clumsy, slick with sweat. The phone slipped. Clatter. It hit the marble floor and the call ended. Nooo! Ryan shouted, lunging forward like he could catch sound itself. He stared at the dark screen as if all hope had just shattered with it. For two seconds he didn’t breathe. Then, slowly, he bent and picked it up. The screen was cracked in one corner, a thin line splitting Sandra’s name in half. Not looking back, his legs carried him upstairs faster than his mind could follow. Every step felt stuc

discovered truth

Chapter 28The phone screen went dark seconds after Sandra had sent the message to Ryan. It was just one line. No emoji. No explanation. She’d typed it, deleted it three times, then hit send anyway because three years of silence was worse than rejection.She set the phone face-down on the nightstand and turned her gaze to the baby lying beside her. His tiny chest rose and fell in peaceful rhythm. He was warm, heavy, and completely hers. Her lips curved, but it wasn’t the soft, hopeful smile of a new mother. It was sharper. Older. The smile of a woman who’d been broken and rebuilt herself in the dark.Ryan, she thought, and the name didn’t ache like it used to. It landed like a fact. Cold. Final. You didn't accept me as your wife she whispered, her thumb brushing over the baby’s cheek. His skin was impossibly smooth. He had Ryan’s sharp jawline already. Ryan’s thick, stubborn eyebrows. The only piece of him she’d ever wanted, and the only piece he’d left behind when he walked away.

a sudden shock

Chapter 29 Is this a joke? Ryan’s palm slammed against the mahogany desk. The sound cracked through the office like a gunshot, sharp enough to make the glass on the wall tremble. No, sir. His secretary flinched but didn’t lift his eyes from the carpet. I’m sorry. I was told by her… by the CEO… not to let you know.The word her hit Ryan like ice water. He leaned back in his leather chair until the old springs groaned. The city stretched behind him, glass and steel and money, but none of it made sense anymore. His chest felt tight, like the air had been sucked out of the room.There’s more to this,he whispered to himself. The thought scraped against his ribs. And I have to get to it. I have to know.Why the sudden change of mind? he asked again. His voice was lower now, dangerous. Not the voice of a CEO demanding answers. The voice of a man who was starting to drown.I don’t have any idea, sir. The secretary’s face stayed down. His shoulders were tense, his fingers twisting together

Ryan's regret

chapter 30 Sandra’s hand hung in the air between them. Ryan had stepped back like she’d struck him, his expensive phone still shattered on the white marble floor. The screen cracked into a spiderweb, just like the look in his eyes. He hadn’t touched her. But his rejection hit harder than a slap. Sandra pulled her hand back slowly. Her nails dug into her palm until the pain grounded her. Smile on her lips. Ice in her veins. That was how she survived this. Mr. Ryan, she said, voice smooth as silk over a blade. Is there something strange? Why are you acting like this? Have we met before? His eyes snapped to hers. Red-rimmed. Wet. The CEO of smiths Group looked like a man who’d been gutted and was still expected to stand. Sandra, he called. Slow. Like he was testing if the name would cut him again. His jaw clenched and unclenched. I really... don’t understand what’s happening. His words stammered. Broke. For the first time since she’d met him, Ryan eyes didn’t have control of the

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