All Chapters of The Ex-Husband Returns: A Second Chance at Love: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

As soon as Carmela raised her eyes, she could see Officer Johnson standing beside her bed in front of her, his expression somber. "You've been in a coma for quite a while, Ms. Carmela," he says. "I've been waiting for you to wake up." She looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"Carmela asked. "What happened?" He looks her in the eye and says, "You asked me to come see you, before the accident. You said you had something important to tell me." As Officer Johnson spoke, Carmela's mind began to clear. She remembered now. Before the accident, she had made a phone call to the police station, asking to speak with Officer Johnson. She had been desperate to tell him something important, but she couldn't remember what it was. Officer Johnson was still looking at her, waiting for an answer. "I...I don't remember," Carmela stammered. "I don't know what I wanted to tell you." Officer Johnson gave Carmela a reassuring smile. "It's okay," he said. "You've been through a lot, and it's

“Max doesn’t have to answer that. Carmela what has gotten into you? You were not like this before.” As Nichole continued to ramble on, Max could feel his patience wearing thin. Finally, he had had enough. "Nichole," he said, cutting her off mid-sentence. "I need a moment alone. Excuse me." With that, he turned and headed for the bathroom, not bothering to look back to see if Nichole had followed. As he closed the door behind him, he could hear her voice, still talking, muffled by the bathroom walls. He leaned against the sink, running his hands through his hair. What was going on with her? Why couldn't she just be quiet. While Max made his way to the bathroom, Carmela remained seated at the table, a morsel of meat halfway to her mouth. Her eyes followed Nichole as she stood up and hurried after Max, and she felt a knot of worry forming in her stomach. Mrs. Atom, who had been quiet up until now, suddenly spoke up. "What's going on, dear?" she asked Carmela, her tone full of concern

Nichole screamed her way, pulling her clothes to her chest in embarrassment as seen naked. Carmela closed her eyes with her hands in a rush, holding her bag with her other hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be busy.”Carmela apologized glued to the same position she was stationed. “I came by to check on you and apologize for the other day.” As Carmela was speaking, the man whom Nichole had just finished having sex with approached her with his trousers and other of his undies in his hands. “Sorry, Ma’am.” Carmela excused him and he rushed by, exiting afterwards. Carmela brought her hands down from her face and looked at Nichole under the white sheets. “You should have called Carmela. How did you even enter into my apartment? It was supposed to be locked from behind.” Nichole complained, slowly picking up her undies on the floor. She pulled it into her clothes and wore it on. “I knew your passcode.” Carmela looked back at the door. Nichole had told Carmela the passcode to he

“What? Are you not happy to see me?” Nichole exclaims covering her mouth with her hands. She flings her randomly. “Why are you looking like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Well, Carmela wasn’t expecting her assistant to be Nichole. Why was it that Nichole was just everywhere in her life? How could Carmela completely remove Nichole? “Well because I’ve just seen one.” Carmela rolled her eyes. Not only was she surprised but also was she startled a bit. “Stop with the silly jokes. I did all this for you, you know…” Nichole opened her hands to hug her but was stopped halfway, Carmela frowning her lips a little disgusted. “when you were in that bed, I felt really bad and I couldn’t bear to see your spot taken away from you.” Nichole wrinkled her face like she was about to cry. It was all pretense and Carmela knew it. She could not be deceived once more. She knew all Nicholes's tactics and wasn’t going to fall for it once more. “So you stepped in,” Carmela speaks nodding her head towards h

Carmela approached the Sunday Night Cafe, her heart racing with anticipation and a hint of trepidation. She had dressed carefully for the meeting, choosing a simple yet elegant black dress that fell just above her knees. A pair of dark sunglasses perched on her nose, and a lightweight scarf was draped effortlessly around her neck, its ends fluttering in the gentle breeze. The outfit was designed to make her blend in, yet still exude a sense of confidence and poise. As she walked towards the cafe, people milled about on the sidewalk, going about their evening routines. Some cast curious glances her way, but Carmela kept her gaze fixed on the cafe's entrance. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the warm, cozy atmosphere within. The cafe was quieter than she had expected, with only a handful of customers scattered about the room. A few sipped coffee or tea, while others typed away on their laptops or engaged in hushed conversations. Carmela's eye