All Chapters of THE CEO PLUS-SIZE EX-WIFE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lucas Anderson didn't avert his gaze from the children connected to tubes as he spoke languidly, "When did you plan on getting up from that wheelchair and stopping your charade of being a cripple?"Gard Celestine's expression shifted dramatically. His feigned disability was a secret he had guarded zealously, one that had allowed him to dispatch any potential threats to his position. The fact that Lucas knew left him reeling in shock."Sons, kill this traitor who dares defy his father!" Gard Celestine bellowed, expecting immediate compliance. To his astonishment, the ten armed masked men stationed around the lab didn't even look towards his direction."Do you really think you could have deceived everyone indefinitely?" Lucas retorted with a dismissive shake of his head.With his secret unveiled, Gard Celestine recognized the futility in maintaining his ruse. He stood up from the wheelchair, his movements smooth and unimpaired. None of the men in the laboratory seemed surprised by this

Pete blinked his eyes in confusion, his face a mask of disbelief. He refused to accept that Lucas Anderson, who bore an uncanny resemblance to him, wasn't his father. He'd compared their reflections in the mirror countless times, noting that the only differences were their age and height—nothing else."You're lying!" Pete shouted at Andrea, his eyes brimming with tears.Andrea stiffened, taken aback by Pete's vehement reaction. "He's my father! You're a mean mommy!" Pete accused before turning on his heel and dashing back into the house.Overwhelmed, Andrea's tears flowed freely as she covered her mouth to stifle her sobs.Agatha quickly wrapped her arms around Andrea, offering comfort. "Don't be sad, Andrea. He's just a child. With time, he'll understand," she said, patting Andrea's back reassuringly.Tony and Tate stood behind the two women, exchanging helpless glances. They didn't know how to console Andrea; her life had been fraught with too much tragedy.As they approached the ma

The silence between them was palpable, a heavy blanket that neither dared to lift. Lucas Anderson's mouth quirked into a wry smile as he searched for words that seemed to evade him. "Take care of yourself—and Pete," he said, his voice laced with a quiet finality.With those words hanging in the air, he turned his back and began to walk away. Andrea looked on, a storm of emotions brewing behind her eyes. As he stepped further away, a sharp pang of pain clutched at her heart.On impulse, her feet carried her to him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek against his back. Her eyes squeezed shut against the pain, her lips parted as she whispered urgently, "Don't move."Lucas stiffened at her embrace, a jolt of surprise etching his features before confusion took its place. Andrea's own heart was a tumultuous sea, her feelings for Lucas a riddle she couldn't solve."Take care, Lucas," she breathed out, the words barely audible as they floated into the cool air. Wit

Andrea clutched the phone tightly, her expression crumbling as a whirlwind of emotions flooded her eyes. Not a single word escaped her lips for a full minute.Lucas Anderson remained silent too, the passing time stretching into an uncomfortable ten minutes with Andrea standing motionless, her silence deafening."Andrea," Lucas finally broke the stillness, unable to bear the weight of the quiet any longer.Tears welling up in her eyes, Andrea managed to whisper, "It's okay," before abruptly ending the call.She sniffled, inhaling deeply to compose herself before bravely stepping into the entrance of the hospital.When Andrea arrived at Mrs. Anderson's hospital ward, she found Benita there, with Pete standing silently to the side.Upon noticing Andrea, Mrs. Anderson's face was etched with remorse. "Andrea, I am sorry," she said, her voice heavy with regret, "I failed to tell you the truth."Her head bowed, tears threatened to overflow from Mrs. Anderson's eyes. The burden of her past ac

Pete had become gaunt, his eyes hollow and almost lifeless—the vibrancy that once animated his features was nowhere to be found. He appeared so malnourished that Andrea could scarcely believe the frail boy standing before her was her own son."Mrs. Singers, I don't wish to overstep, but your son is very ill," the headmaster said with concern. "For the past week, he hasn't uttered a single word to anyone at school. He’s been ignoring his teachers and classmates, isolating himself. I'm not sure what he's been through, but continuing to send him to school in this state could be detrimental to his well-being, both psychologically and physically."Andrea was struck by her own negligence regarding Pete's condition. She hadn't really seen him for days; their schedules were such that he was off to school before she awoke, and by the time she returned home from work, late and exhausted, she'd hardly had the energy to check on him before sleep claimed her. This cycle had persisted for some time