All Chapters of Her Ex-husband's Deception : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Pietro watched Jared and Lorenzo sprint towards the playground, their laughter echoing in the warm afternoon air. The park was bustling with families, children running and playing, their joyous shouts creating a symphony of youthful exuberance. Pietro smiled, feeling a sense of peace. It had been a good idea to bring the boys here. Skylar and Sofia had sent them out of the house so they could have some girl time and the kids needed to burn off some energy anyways, so the park was a great place. “Jared, Lorenzo, stay where I can see you!” Pietro called out. The boys turned, waving enthusiastically before diving into a game of tag with a group of other children. Pietro found a bench nearby, positioning himself where he could keep a watchful eye on them. As he relaxed, his thoughts drifted to Skylar. She had been through a lot by herself, and he was determined to support her in every way he could now that he was in her life. His relationship with her sons was a big part of that. He wa

Building Bonds Over DistanceJason sat at his kitchen table, a single plate of spaghetti in front of him, twirling his fork absentmindedly. The house was quiet, the kind of silence that amplified his loneliness. He could almost hear Skylar’s voice, her laughter ringing in his ears. She always waited up for him, no matter how late he got home from work, just so they could have dinner together. He thought of the lively evenings with his sons, their laughter filling the house the few times they were over. He cursed himself for being so foolish, for letting go of such a perfect life.The ping of his laptop interrupted his thoughts. He looked over and saw an email notification. Curious, he opened it.“Dear Mr. Reynolds,We are delighted to inform you about our upcoming ‘Bring Your Dad to School Day’ this Friday. It’s a wonderful opportunity for dads to engage with their children’s education and see their progress first-hand. We look forward to seeing you there!Best regards,Lincoln

Jason’s face flushed with anger and hurt. The class clapped politely, but Jason barely noticed. His son’s words felt like a punch to the gut, and his ego was severely bruised. After the introductions, the parents and children dispersed to different activities. Jason seized the opportunity to confront Pietro again, this time in a quieter corner of the classroom. “I don’t appreciate you stepping into my role,” Jason hissed, keeping his voice low. Pietro met his gaze steadily. “Jason, I’m not trying to replace you. Jared asked me to come today, and I’m here to support him. This isn’t about us; it’s about him.” Jason’s fists clenched at his sides. “He’s my son.” “I’m not denying that,” Pietro replied calmly. “Fighting over him isn’t going to help.” Just then, Jared ran over, clutching a piece of artwork he had made. “Look, Pietro! I made this for you and Mom!” Pietro smiled warmly. “That’s fantastic, Jared! Your mom is going to love it.” Jason stood there, feeling a pang of

Pietro pulled up in front of Skylar’s house, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the lawn. He turned to her with a soft smile. “I had a great time today.” Skylar leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek. “Me too. Thank you for joining me for lunch, Pietro.” “Anytime,” he replied. “I’ll wait until you’re inside.” Skylar nodded and stepped out of the car, waving as she walked up to the door. She fumbled with her keys for a moment, then disappeared inside. Pietro waited until he saw the light come on in the entryway before driving off, reassured that she was safely home. Inside, Skylar kicked off her shoes and headed straight upstairs to check on her sons. She knew Jared had had a tough day, and she wanted to make sure he was alright. She found both Jared and Lorenzo, in Valentina’s room. Jared was playing with a set of toy cars while Lorenzo was engrossed in a story book, reading it to Valentina although the words he could read were limited “Hey, guys,” she

The morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the quiet house. It was Saturday, and the usual hustle of the weekday was absent, allowing its occupants a rare moment of stillness. Skylar and Emilio were the first to stir, both reluctant to leave the comfort of their beds after the stressful events of the previous day.Eventually, Skylar rose, wrapping herself in a robe and padding quietly out of her room. As she reached the top of the stairs, she saw Emilio emerging from his own room, looking equally groggy.“Morning,” she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.“Morning,” Emilio replied, his tone equally flat. They both knew they needed their morning coffee to kick-start their systems.They descended the stairs together in silence, their footsteps a soft thud on the carpeted steps. In the kitchen, Skylar automatically went to the coffee maker while Emilio started gathering the ingredients for breakfast.As the coffee brewed, filling the kitche