All Chapters of The Forgotten Wife's Comeback: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

[Isabella Hayes]That evening, after a long day at work, I decided to do something I hadn’t done since my marriage had come to an end.It was something I loved to do. I did all forms of it because it brought me joy and made me feel closer to my partner.That thing was dancing. Adrian and I would go almost every month. We’d hit up different places and just have fun. I’m not talking wild dancing, though we did that sometimes.But slow dancing in ballrooms, or all these elite clubs with smooth jazz. I loved every second of it.There was nothing quite like staring into the eyes of your person while a smooth song played all around you. The entire world disappears during those moments.I hadn’t suggested it because a part of my brain had almost decided that dancing was a thing of the past unless I was doing it by myself at home. But when I returned home to Ethan listening to Naomi rant about how David was a sadist who loved to torture beautiful women because he was a hulking piece of shit t

[Isabella Hayes]Ethan followed me. Of course he did.I heard his footsteps approaching, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn around. My vision blurred as another wave rolled over my feet, soaking the hem of my dress.I wiped angrily at my cheeks.Why was I crying? Why couldn’t I breathe?Why did something that had felt so beautiful moments ago suddenly feel like the beginning of another disaster?“Ethan, don’t.”He stopped a few feet behind me. “Don’t what?”I shook my head. “I don’t know.” My voice broke. That only made the tears come faster.“I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”He took a careful step closer, and I felt my spine stiffen.“Then let me understand it with you.”I squeezed my eyes shut. “What am I supposed to do if I fall?”He went still, and I finally turned to face him. Fully aware that this wasn’t the place for that kind of talk.Ethan’s expression softened.“What do if I get hurt?” My voice trembled on its way out. “What if you can’t promise me forever?”Etha

[Adrian Cole]I don’t think I was prepared for her.For years, I’d remembered my ex-wife in fragments—the woman I used to know, the woman who once stood in front of me without trying to impress anyone. But the woman standing across the room now looked like someone I’d never had the right to know.She was wearing a deep wine-red couture gown, the satin-crepe fabric catching every silver of light as it followed the length of her body. The fitted silhouette hugged her waist and hips before breaking into an elegant mermaid flare, the skirt spilling dramatically toward the floor and trailing behind her in a long, sweeping train.But it was the bodice that nearly made me forget how to breathe.The sweetheart neckline was sculpted around her chest, framed by elaborate three-dimensional crimson roses and dark emerald leaves. Tiny red crystals and delicate beadwork were scattered between them, almost like vines growing across the fabric. The corseted waist made the dress look impossibly precis

[Isabella Hayes]“Mr Cole? Really? We were married once. You can at least call me by my name.”I lifted an eyebrow diligently. I haven’t seen his face in quite some time. He looked thinner, though his hair was still styled in his signature form. Slicked with enough gel to choke a person.He still had his charm, but it was nothing like before. Now it seemed to have fizzled into nothing.“So what? We were married a million years ago. It doesn’t mean anything now.”His face contorted into something ugly. I’d been on the receiving end of this type of anger, only this time, I wasn’t frightened or emotionally wounded.“How can it not mean anything?” He shook his head, running his trembling fingers across his face. “Tell me why you’re with Ethan. Don’t you know people are getting the wrong idea? They think you two are engaged.”I tilted, trying to get a better look at him as the evening breeze touched my skin. Without answering out loud, I raised one of my hands. Showing off the pretty gem-c

[Adrian Cole]The door slammed loudly behind me, heels clicked fast, falling into step.“What was that?” Olivia asked, her shrill tone echoing through the hall.I glanced down at the white bandage around my knuckles and wrists. There was probably a video circulating about me throwing a punch at Aurelia’s favorite bachelor.Wait, he’s not a bachelor anymore.That thought alone brought bile to my throat.My own friend, with the former love of my life.The image of her brushing his cheek, checking the place I’d almost punched with a gentle, comforting touch. She hadn’t looked at me, hadn’t been the slightest bit concerned about my safety.Ethan felt comfortable calling her his woman. She is his nothing.Isabella and I have unfinished business.I don’t care what Ethan says. She and I have history. We need to talk. Get some closure. She’ll understand me better without the outside noise.Her words come back to me, twisting the knife in my chest. She said not everyone keeps a spot for their