Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Cheating CEO Husband Wants Me Back : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

DOMINIC"Sir," Marcus said in my ear. "The black sedan is at the end of the street. It had the same plate number as Monday. The tall man's back inside it."I didn't move.Catherine stood 30 metres away from me, beside her was the little boy watching me. Sera sat on Adrian's arm. Diana was kicking the oak tree and humming.*Three children.* I had known about two for a week. I had known about the third for nine minutes.I had been calm for all nine. I had been calm because if I let one thing out, everything would follow.“She hid them away from me”I thought about it very clearly, and it hurt like a cracked rib. Five years she had let me kneel at an empty grave. She had watched the news. She had raised my son under another man's roof, and my daughters called a stranger *Uncle.*“And I let her go.”I stood outside her study door with my hand on the wood and never turned the handle. I had taught her silence. She had only learned it too well and she didn't just live without me, she thrived

DOMINICI had survived a truck crashing into my car, days in a hospital bed, and five years of believing my wife was dead. But nothing hurt as much as running away from my own children.I could still see Catherine standing near the school gate, her face pale, her eyes fixed on me as if she had seen a ghost. For one foolish second, I had wanted to run to her. I wanted to hold her, touch her face, and ask how she had dared to leave me in a world where every morning began with the memory of losing her. I wanted to demand answers for the nights I had spent staring at her photograph, for the birthday candles I had blown out alone, for the grave I had visited even when there was no body beneath the earth. Then I saw the men watching from the cars, and I remembered the warning. If I stayed, I could put her and the children in danger. So I turned and ran. I had watched Catherine disappear from my life without understanding why. Today, I had seen her alive, only to lose her a second time before

CATHERINEFor several minutes, I could not move.My father's letter lay on the desk in front of me. His handwriting was unmistakable. I had seen it on birthday cards, school forms, and the notes he used to leave beside my breakfast when I was a child.But this letter was different.If anything happens to me, do not trust the person who offers to protect my daughter.And beneath it was one name.Jasmine Lockwood.Three days before his fatal accident.I pressed my fingers against my lips, trying to hold back the storm rising inside me.My father knew something was wrong. He had known enough to write that warning. Yet he had never told me.Why?Had he wanted to protect me? Or had someone stopped him before he could explain?My phone rang.I looked at the screen. Adrian.I answered immediately.“Are you still at the office?” he asked.“Yes.”“Good. Stay there for now. I’m on my way.”“Adrian, I need you to listen to me. I found something about my father.”His voice changed. “What did you

Dominic's “Stop staring at the door, Dominic. She is not coming back through it.”I spun around so quickly that the glass in my hand slipped and shattered against the floor.My mother's voice.I stared at the woman standing beside the fireplace. She wore the same blue dress she had been buried in, her dark hair resting neatly on her shoulders. Her face was gentle, but her eyes held the disappointment I knew so well.“Mother?”She folded her arms. “How many times must I tell you to stop looking so miserable?”I swallowed hard and glanced at the empty doorway.She was there again.My dead mother.I knew she wasn't real. The doctors had explained what was happening to me, but knowing something didn't make it disappear. Since losing Catherine, my mind had found strange ways to bring back the people I missed. Sometimes I heard my mother's voice. Sometimes I saw her sitting in my study, watching me work but tonight, she appeared in the middle of my living room.And she had chosen to speak

DOMINIC "Get out, Daniel."Daniel stopped beside my desk, the folder still tucked beneath his arm."Sir, I think you should hear the rest of what I found before—""Did I ask for your opinion?"His lips pressed together."No, sir.""Then leave."He placed the folder on my desk and took a step back."I'll coordinate with Marcus. We'll get you the information you requested.""See that you do."Daniel turned towards the door."One more thing, sir."I lifted my eyes.He hesitated. "You haven't slept properly in days. Perhaps you should take a break before—""Get. Out."He didn't argue again.The door shut behind him.I stood still for a moment, staring at the empty space where he had been.Then I swept the folder off my desk.Papers scattered across the floor."Damn it!"I dragged both hands through my hair and began pacing.Catherine.I stopped beside the window."Why didn't you come back?" I whispered.The city stretched beneath me, but I barely saw it.I remembered her face at the gala