All Chapters of Leave Me Alone, Ex-husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

As Evan examines the photos of George more closely, his mind starts to race with thoughts and questions. The resemblance between himself and this man, George, is striking, and Evan can't help but wonder if there is a genetic connection between them. Could George really be his father?The possibility fills Evan's mind with curiosity and excitement. He has always wondered about his biological father, and now, seeing this resemblance, the idea that George might be his dad seems both thrilling and intimidating.Evan's heart pounds with a mixture of emotions as he contemplates the implications of such a discovery.He knows that his mother has kept the details of his father a secret, and Evan can't help but feel a sense of urgency to find out the truth. Perhaps this is the opportunity he has been waiting for—a chance to learn more about his past and his biological family.Evan's determination to uncover the truth intensifies with every passing moment. The possibility that George might be hi

Vivian’s shock is palpable, her emotions swirling in a mix of confusion and disbelief. She had never imagined that her past would collide with her present in such a surreal and unexpected way.Seeing George and Megan together, about to embark on a new Chapter of their lives, and she intruding unexpectedly, fills her with a sense of bewilderment.As Vivian stands frozen in her spot, George's eyes lock onto hers, and she feels a wave of emotions crashing over her. Memories of their past together and the pain she endured come rushing back, mingling with her uncertainty about the present situation.Time seems to stand still. Vivian can sense the weight of George's penetrating gaze, but his expression remains unreadable. Is it surprise, guilt, or something else hidden behind those eyes? She cannot tell.Meanwhile, the other guests exchange curious glances, whispering amongst themselves, trying to figure out the cause of the interruption. The priest himself looks a little flustered, unsure

I am even more taken aback when I hear him plead with me. I will never make the same mistake of putting my faith in him, and going back to him is not an option. Using all my strength, I pull my arm back and level the glare with him."I am not going to fall into your trap again," I snarl. "So, stop fooling me and leave me alone."I try to walk away, only to be pulled back to him. George towers over me, and his piercing eyes seem to bore into my very soul. I can feel his gaze lingering on me, making my skin crawl with discomfort."Do you think you can get away from me?" he asks menacingly. "Take a look around you, sweetheart."I glance around with apprehension. It is only at this point that I notice several men in black suits stationed here and there in the terminal. I am sure his men are also inside the airport.I feel a wave of despair washes over me, threatening to consume me whole. My thoughts are a jumble of fear and uncertainty.George is right. I can’t escape him, no matter how h

Several days later…The news of George leaving his bride on the altar and canceling the wedding has sent shockwaves through social media, and it seems like everyone is talking about it. Entertainment magazines are having a field day, speculating about the reasons behind his decision and painting elaborate scenarios of what might have driven him to leave his bride-to-be high and dry.But I am not interested. I have better things to do than waste my time on gossip and hearsay. My focus is on my work, and I need to keep my mind sharp and focused in order to meet the deadlines looming ahead of me.I don’t care what people have been saying about George or Megan. All I am looking for is the right moment to get away from here. Until then, I will keep my focus on my work.I take a deep breath and try to concentrate on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering back to the news that has captured everyone's attention. I can't understand why people are so fascinated by the personal lives of c

Mom walks over to the door, her eyes never leaving me."Our grandchildren… Evan and Barbe." Dad pulls Evan and Barbe in front of my mom, joy evident on his face.It is only at this point that Mom looks away from me and glances down at the kids. She grins through her tears. The joy in her eyes is evident as she kneels and envelopes them in a warm embrace."You two are absolutely adorable," she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion."Mom…" My voice is a fragile thread, an apology that holds years of remorse within it.She looks up, her eyes connecting with mine, a mixture of emotions swirling within them. "Vivian, you have children!" The surprise and hurt are evident in her tone. "You didn’t let us know about them all those years," she complains."I am sorry," I can only apologize, guilt overwhelming me. The tears in her eyes are a mirror of my own emotions."Aren't you going to invite them inside, Clara?" Dad chimes in. "They must be tired and hungry. Come inside, kiddos. We will sit,