All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter Fifty-Two. Annabelle pov The hospital walls were a cold, sterile white that seemed to suck the warmth out of the air. I sat on an uncomfortable plastic chair, my back stiff from hours of waiting, my mind far from the engagement ceremony preparations that were underway and the constant ringing of my phone. The sterile smell of disinfectant mixed with the sharp, metallic scent of fear that seemed to permeate the air around us. Travis sat beside me, his shoulders hunched, staring at the floor as if searching for answers in the speckled tiles. His wife, Samantha, was lying unconscious in the room, and I could feel the guilt radiating off him in waves. He hadn’t spoken much, but his eyes said everything….. angry at himself, fear for Samantha, confusion about why I was here instead of at home preparing for my engagement. “Travis, it’s not your fault,” I whispered, my hand reaching out to touch his, but stopping just short. The years we had spent apart hadn’t erased the ins

Chapter Fifty four. Travis pov I stood on the balcony of my apartment, looking out at the city skyline. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the buildings, and the world seemed peaceful. But inside, I was anything but at peace. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, memories, and regrets. It had been a week since Samantha had woken up, and although she still didn’t remember me or our life together, she was slowly regaining her strength. I spent every day at the hospital, talking to her, trying to jog her memory, but it was a slow, painful process. And then there was Annabelle, whose engagement to Henry had left a gaping hole in my heart. It felt like my life was falling apart, and I was powerless to stop it. I sighed and leaned against the railing, closing my eyes. I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off the chaos of my personal life. Maybe work would help. There were always projects to finish, meetings to attend, deadlines to meet. But even as I thought about divi

Chapter Fifty-six. Annabelle pov My heart kept telling me I did everything the wrong way but my father had insisted that the engagement must take place else he would disown me. It was the first time I ever saw my father so stern in deciding my life. I just had to adhere to it. “Annabelle, you've not spoken to me well nor acted like I've been present since the engagement. I feel like you have intentionally occupied yourself with tasks from work just to avoid having any conversation with me. Please, don't leave me in the dark. Tell me what you are thinking.” Henry attacked me with those words as I entered his office to discuss a deal we needed to close with a company. He knew that was a better time to ask me because I never spoke to him about our personal lives since the engagement. Everything had been about work. I never showed up for any arrangement he made for us to spend time together. What I did earlier today must have hurt him more because he sent me a message last night

Chapter Fifty-eight. Annabelle pov We arrived at his beautiful apartment and I must say I had forgotten about most of the confusion and hurt I felt within me as we walked hand in hand into the house. I just lived in the moment. “I have a great idea for us tonight. I hope you're not so tired yet?” He rubbed his palms together. His excitement was palpable. “So, you will go upstairs and freshen up. I have a soft gown in my wardrobe that I got for you days ago. I want you to wear it. Please, I need you to feel your best tonight.” I smiled and nodded. I wasn't going to say something that could probably ruin his joy. I wondered how long he had been waiting for me to visit him. Impressed by his actions, “Well, I'm not sure you would get my size but I'm happy you thought to get me a dress.” I said and made my way up the stairs. I haven't felt that much love being poured into me in a while. Henry seemed like my father made a good choice after all. I don't know why I felt confused and co

Chapter Sixty Travis pov It was supposed to be a beautiful day. I had just left the hospital that morning after spending the night beside Samantha, watching over her. The doctor said she was getting better faster. I could tell because she could recognize some things and some people. I helped her by showing her pictures of our daughter, Noah, and she was able to recognize her. The doctor had told me that if she was reminded of people or moments that mattered most to her, she was going to remember things faster and using that approach had been helpful. I got out of the hospital and approached my car when I received a call from the manager of the second biggest company, which my family and I had developed over the years and worked tirelessly to build. “Help! Help! Help!” Wilson yelled so loud that I had to remove the phone far from my ear to be able to listen to him. “What is the matter?” Frightened, I asked and stood looking at my car to understand what could make a grown man sh