All Chapters of Please Come Back! Ex-wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Daniel leaned back slightly, his expression carefully blank, but his mind was anything but calm. “Hmmm, I see,” he said, his tone clipped, not wanting to talk further. Robbin raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing the shift in Daniel’s demeanor but deciding not to press. He straightened, glancing toward the door. “I should check on Tasha,” he said, pushing off the wall. Daniel gave a curt nod, watching as Robbin left the room. Once the door clicked shut, Daniel exhaled shakily, his thoughts spiraling. The memories began to piece themselves together: Ethan’s sudden shift in calling him “Dad,” the boy’s unwavering attachment to him, and the way Tasha had always been of approval when it's come to Ethan. It all started to make a cruel kind of sense. He pressed his palms against his face, his mind racing. Could it really be true? Had Tasha kept something so monumental from him all these years? And if Ethan was his son, how comes the DNA result said otherwise? Daniel's jaw tightene

That evening, Tasha cradled the hospital phone in her hand, dialing Claire’s number. Her heart ached for Ethan, and she couldn’t wait any longer to hear his voice. “Tasha?” Claire’s voice was soft but relieved. “Yhh, it’s me,” Tasha said gently. “Can I talk to Ethan?” There was a rustling sound, and then Ethan’s small voice came through the line. “Mom?” Tasha’s throat tightened. “Hey, sweetheart. How are you?” “I miss you,” Ethan said, his voice trembling. “When are you coming home?” Tasha swallowed hard, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Soon, baby. I’ll be home very soon. You’ve been such a brave boy, haven’t you?” “Yeah,” Ethan replied. “But it’s not the same without you.” Her heart broke a little more. “I know, sweetheart. I promise, we’ll cuddle and talk a

Robbin stepped aside, gesturing toward the sunroom. “She’s with Ethan. But listen,” Robbin’s voice lowered, “I'm heading out now, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. She’s still recovering.” Daniel gave a curt nod and walked inside, his footsteps echoing softly on the polished floors. When he reached the sunroom, he paused in the doorway. Tasha was in a wheelchair, sunlight casting a warm glow around her. Ethan sat beside her, his hands waving animatedly as he told her a story. Tasha was smiling, a soft, genuine smile that made Daniel’s chest tighten. Ethan noticed him first. “Dad!” he shouted, jumping up and running to him. Daniel crouched to meet him, a smile breaking through his otherwise serious expression. “Hey, buddy.” Ethan wrapped his arms around Daniel’s neck. “You’re here! I told Mom you’d come!”

The Next Day Tasha sat by the large bay window, sipping a cup of herbal tea as sunlight filtered through the curtains. She was lost in thought when the sound of the doorbell startled her. Rose appeared moments later, peeking into the living room. “Ma’am, Someone named Stanley is here to see you,” she said. “Send him in,” Tasha replied, her voice subdued but warm. Stanley entered with his usual cheerful energy, his tall frame seeming to fill the room. He wasn’t alone. A stunning young woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile followed closely behind him. “Tasha,” Stanley began, his tone unusually formal, “I’d like you to meet Rebecca, my fiancée.” Tasha blinked, her teacup halting midair. For a moment, the room was silent as she processed his words. Rebecca stepped forward, extending her hand with a bright smile. “It’s such an honor to meet you, Tasha. Stanley has told me so much a

After the ceremony, the crowd gathered at the grand reception hall, where laughter and chatter filled the air. The newlyweds, Stanley and Rebecca, stood at the center of the room, greeting their guests with wide smiles. Rebecca, radiant in her wedding dress, held Stanley’s hand tightly, the glow of their love undeniable. Tasha took a deep breath, smoothing her gown as she approached them. Ethan was by her side, tugging her along eagerly. “Come on, Mom! Let’s go say hi to Uncle Stanley!” he said, his excitement contagious. When they reached the couple, Stanley’s face lit up. “Tasha!” he exclaimed, pulling her into a warm hug. “You made it! And looking stunning, as always.” Tasha chuckled softly, her hand resting on his arm. “Congratulations, Stanley. You look happy, and that’s all that matters.” Stanley grinned, his eyes shining with genuine joy. “Happiest I’ve ever been. Thank yo