All Chapters of His Ex-wife Returned... Powerful!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

– Lisa Red –When I'd told Drex to co-parent, it was the feeling of the moment.He'd been so sweet with Imogen that my warty spread through my chest most of the time. Especially the excitement in her eyes as she listened to all he'd said, laughed at his joke and even watched her favorite cartoon with him.Which was why as he stepped out, I didn't think twice before striding over and saying the words I didn't think I would ever say, “You can be in Imogen's life.”The shock in his face was unmissable.At that moment, it felt right. Like that was the best thing to do for my child.But when I drove her back home, regret washed over me.Then the questions followed.What on earth was I thinking? Bringing Drex into her life? What the hell?So many things filled my head that when I came to a halt, my jaw was tense, stomach tightened.I helped Imogen into the wheelchair, then wheeled her in.She was clearly tired, and wanted to sleep. I would blame it on her medicine.“Mummy.” She called as I

Drex definitely didn't help the situation when he leaned against Imogen's chair and said, “Rachel, haven't seen you in a while. How're you doing?” Then to me. “I'll just go drop this plate in the kitchen, hmm?”Her jaw dropped as she watched him leave to my kitchen.I had to hold back the urge to shake my head.“Lisa, what—? What the—? What on earth is going on?” Rachel was clearly too shocked to even form the right words, and whatever expression I had on made her shake her head, fingers raking through her hair.“No no no. This has to be a joke.”I heaved a huge sigh, then set Rick down. “Let's go to the balcony.”“This is not a balcony case. Why would I want to go there?”“Because your son and my daughter are here. Now do you see why it's a balcony case?”Her fists clenched, and with a huff, she stormed off to the balcony.I followed behind, and it wasn't until I closed the door that she spoke,“Why on earth is he here? In your house! What is he doing ‘in your house'?!”“He came over

Drex's brows furrowed for a second. “That was… not what I expected to hear. Where did that even come from?”“Where did it come from?” I scoffed, eye rolling because that had to be the most absurd question he'd ever asked. “I would never hurt Imogen,” he had a small frown on as he said, “she's my daughter. Why would I want to harm her?”I could not hold back my sneer, wiping the tear off my cheek. “Well I was your wife when you did what you did to me. You had known me for three years, why should I be rest assured that you won't do worse to someone you haven't known up to three months.”His face twisted to a sad frown. He actually looked like I'd slapped him. Like my words hurt more than I thought it did.But that wasn't enough to make me stop, because this was my daughter we were talking about.“If there's something I know about you, it's that you don't cherish those who love you.” I said. “Yes, I know when we got married, I wasn't the female you expect to open the veil to. I know yo

After what felt like an eternity of silence, my shoulders straightened and I answered. “No, there's nothing to worry about.”Even as I said it, my chest tightened.“You sure?” I nodded. “Yes.”“Alright then.” He smiled. “I will not be bothered by it.”His thumb brushed my palm lightly and he leaned in for a lip peck. “I trust you, Lisa.”When my heart started to race, I knew it had nothing to do with the peck or his touch, but the words.Somehow, they made me feel like a liar…***Five days passed since that moment in the kitchen with Drex.I hadn't seen him since.The only time we talked was when I emailed him the details of co-parenting.He'd replied that it was okay.And today being Tuesday, he was going to spend it with her.Since I didn't want to risk his mom or anyone else finding out about Imogen, and with her leg yet to be fully healed, I allowed him to come to my place to spend the day with her.Oh, but I was keen on keeping things between us the way it should, which was why

– Drex Drane –I wasn't sure how it happened. Or what the hell even happened.All I knew was that as she held the ugly doll I'd made, fingers brushing at its sewing, something in me twisted.The same thing that happened when I stood in her kitchen the other day.Then, I'd almost lost control. Standing so close, and the tension around made me almost forget that I planned on taking things slow.I'd controlled myself soon enough, but now… Now I couldn't.Not with how softly she'd said, “Things like this make hating you hard.”It struck right at me. Without a second thought, I leaned close, half expecting her to pull back or do anything.Instead, Lisa's eyes closed.That was enough permission.My hand moved into her hair, tilting her head up so our lips met.Hers were wet and just as succulent as I remembered.It drove me back to the moment I realized I loved her.Our first year anniversary. She'd arranged a romantic dinner, and for the first time, we shared a kiss that actually had mean