All Chapters of Ex-wife Returns : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nelly and Luke sat in the living room of Luke's house. The atmosphere was tense, with an underlying current of unease since Carina's return. Nelly, dressed in a sleek, black dress, fiddled with her engagement ring. She looked at Luke, who was pacing back and forth, his face twisted with frustration."Luke, we need to start planning our wedding again," Nelly said, her voice tinged with irritation. "We can't let Carina's return stop us from living our lives."Luke stopped pacing and turned to face her, his eyes blazing with anger. "Are you serious, Nelly? You think we should be focusing on a wedding right now?"Nelly crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Yes, Luke. We've been through so much to get here. Why should we let her disrupt everything? She's been gone for months. She’s dead to me."Luke clenched his fists, struggling to keep his temper in check. "Carina is back, Nelly. She's a threat to everything we have. She’s not just gone. She’s here, alive, and more powerful than before.

The room was grand, with high ceilings and intricate chandeliers that sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. Martins and I walked in together, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back. We were a united front, and I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on us. Luke and Nelly were already seated, their faces tense and uneasy."Welcome, Carina. Martins," Luke's grandfather, Robert, greeted us warmly as we entered the dining room."Thank you for inviting us," I replied with a polite smile, taking a seat next to Martins." I am a man of modern days so you can comfortably call be Robert, Grandfather sounds so old , Don't you think so ?" " Sure" I smiledLuke looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. His eyes darted between Martins and me, a mix of jealousy and anger etched on his face. Nelly, on the other hand, looked like she was trying her best to hold onto some semblance of composure.As we settled in, the butlers began serving lunch. The tension in the room

The Westwood family gathered in the living room, the tension palpable. Mr. Westwood paced back and forth, a deep frown etched on his face. Mrs. Westwood sat on the couch, knitting quietly, her expression calm and resolute. Alex lounged in an armchair, looking disinterested but alert to the conversation."We need to find a way to win Carina back," Mr. Westwood said, breaking the silence. His voice was firm, but there was a hint of desperation.Mrs. Westwood glanced up from her knitting. "Why, Charles? Why can't we just leave her alone to enjoy her life?"Mr. Westwood stopped pacing and turned to face her. "Because I love her, Margaret. She's my daughter."Mrs. Westwood sighed, shaking her head. "You didn't seem to love her very much when she was struggling. You only seem interested now that she's successful."Alex snorted, drawing their attention. "Dad's right. We need Carina. She's got the connections and the money. It would be stupid not to bring her back into the family."Mrs. Westw

The evening air was crisp and cool as Martins made his way to Madam Katie’s house. The moon cast a soft glow over the driveway, and the lights from the house spilled out onto the manicured lawn. Martins felt a knot of apprehension in his stomach, unsure of what the night would hold. Madam Katie had invited him over for dinner, and although their interactions had always been warm and supportive, he couldn't shake the feeling that tonight's conversation would delve into deeper, more personal territory.As he approached the front door, it swung open, revealing Madam Katie with a welcoming smile. "Martins, come in. It’s good to see you.""Thank you, Madam Katie," Martins replied, stepping inside. The warmth of the house enveloped him, and he was immediately at ease.They made their way to the dining room, where a beautifully set table awaited them. The aromas of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air, and Martins’ stomach growled in anticipation."Have a seat," Madam Katie

The sun was just beginning to rise as I made my way to the café where Mandy and I had agreed to meet. The streets were still quiet, the early morning air crisp and fresh. I had been looking forward to this meeting; Mandy was my oldest and dearest friend, and I needed her advice now more than ever.As I walked in, I saw her sitting at our usual table by the window, her bright smile a beacon of comfort. She waved me over, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me."Carina! It's so good to see you," she said, standing up to give me a warm hug."Mandy, I've missed you," I replied, hugging her tightly. We sat down, and I took a moment to take in the familiar surroundings of the café, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filling the air."So, what's been going on with you?" Mandy asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.I sighed, unsure of where to begin. "Mandy, things have been so complicated lately. You know about Martins and how he's always been there for me, right?"She