All Chapters of Winning Her Back : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Olivia had always believed that losing Daniel would be the worst thing that could happen to her. She had been wrong. Losing Daniel had hurt her pride, but watching everyone discover the kind of person she had become was slowly destroying the life she had carefully built. She could no longer hide behind her beauty, her charming smile, or the stories she told to make herself look innocent. The truth had finally caught up with her. She arrived at her office the following Monday, wearing dark sunglasses, hoping to avoid the curious looks of her colleagues. She had barely slept since Daniel exposed the staged meeting at the family gathering. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the security footage playing on the television and heard Daniel's words. ‘I will not protect you from the consequences of what you've done.’She had dismissed his warning as anger not knowing he was up to something. The moment she entered the office, the conversations arou

Daniel decided it was time to make the right decisions and finding a new home where only he and his family can be was the first step he had to take. He would find them a home of their own. He thought if truly he was wanting a fresh beginning then he would like to see them start all over again without his parents or family in between them. The best option was to move out of the house where they lived with his parents so as to start their own lives. Daniel picked up his phone and called his assistant, instructing her to contact a property agent. Within hours, he had several options, but one house immediately caught his attention. It was a beautiful four-bedroom home in a quiet neighborhood. The living room was spacious, the kitchen had enough room for Ann to move around comfortably, and the garden was large enough for Kiel to play in. There was also a small study where Ann could work without being disturbed. Danie

The first few weeks after the baby's arrival were exhausting. Their newborn seemed determined to keep everyone awake, crying at the most inconvenient hours and demanding attention just when Ann thought she could finally rest. Kiel was excited about having a younger sibling, but his enthusiasm often meant asking questions at midnight or climbing onto the bed to inspect the baby when everyone else was sleeping. Ann was tired, Daniel was tired, and the house was rarely quiet. On their first Monday morning at home, Ann woke to the smell of something burning. She sat up immediately, her heart racing. "Daniel?" "I'm here!" he called from the kitchen. She hurried out of the bedroom, only to find him standing before the stove, staring helplessly at a pan of eggs. "What happened?" "Breakfast." Ann stared at the black

Daniel had barely slept. Ann's words from the previous evening kept replaying in his mind. She needed time to think about what choosing him again would mean, and he had promised not to pressure her. He intended to keep that promise. Still, as he stood in the kitchen that morning, preparing breakfast while the baby slept upstairs, he found himself wondering whether Ann would ever look at him and see something other than the man who had hurt her. He couldn't blame her if she didn't. He had spent years taking her love for granted. Now that he understood its value, he knew he couldn't demand that she offer it to him again. He was spreading butter on a slice of toast when Ann entered the kitchen. "Good morning," she said. Daniel turned immediately. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" "A little." "How's the baby?" "Still sleeping." He nodded

The house was finally quiet. The last of their family members and close friends had left hours ago, taking their laughter, congratulations, and warm wishes with them. The flowers from the vow renewal still decorated the living room, and the photographs Daniel had insisted on taking were already scattered across his phone. Upstairs, Kiel was asleep after spending most of the evening telling anyone who would listen that his parents had gotten married again. Their baby was resting peacefully in the nursery, leaving Ann with a rare moment of silence. She sat beside the bedroom window, wrapped in a soft cardigan, with a cup of tea cooling on the table beside her. The ivory dress she had worn for the ceremony hung neatly in the wardrobe. Her new ring rested on her finger, catching the faint glow of the bedside lamp whenever she moved her hand. She turned it slowly. A few months ago, she would have struggled to believe