All Chapters of Please Come Back! Ex-wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ethan disappeared down the hallway again, his excited footsteps echoing as he explored the house. Daniel’s eyes lingered on Tasha, her face pale but her gaze sharp despite her exhaustion. “I’m sorry about the other night,” Daniel began, his voice measured. Tasha’s lips curled into a bitter smile, her tone low and laced with sarcasm. “The other night, huh?” She leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees. “What other night, Daniel? The other night you hurt me to be with your mistress?” The room went utterly silent, the kind of silence that felt suffocating. Daniel’s jaw tightened, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. “That’s not how it happened,” he said finally, his voice steady but strained. “Then tell me what did,” Tasha shot back, her voice rising. “Becaus

Ethan hesitated, glancing between them, but nodded and left the room Tasha exhaled shakily, brushing a hand over her face. “You should’ve told me, Daniel. I deserved to know.” Daniel took a step closer. “Tasha, I—” She shook her head, cutting him off. “You think you can just decide things for me because it’s what you think is right? I would have made the same choice, Daniel, but I deserved to be part of it.” “Tasha, it wasn’t about shutting you out,” he said, his voice low. “It was about keeping you safe, about making sure you’d survive. That was all that mattered to me.” Her voice cracked as she continued, tears pooling in her eyes. “But don’t you understand how it feels to wake up and find out someone did something so... so huge for you, and you didn’t even know?” Her words hit him like a p

The next day. Claire walked into the living room, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she made her way toward Tasha, who was sitting on the couch, deep in thought. The tension in the air was palpable, but Claire could see that Tasha had been through a lot lately. "Hey, how are you holding up?" Claire asked, her voice gentle but with an underlying concern. Tasha looked up, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, Claire. Just... a lot on my mind." Claire took a seat next to her, "Well, I have some gossip to lighten the mood, if you're interested." Tasha raised an eyebrow. "Gossip? Go ahead." "Okay, so you won’t believe this," Claire started, leaning in slightly. "Vanessa got fired." Tasha blinked, surprised. "What? Vanessa? Fired? By who?" "Vivienne," Claire replied, a smirk playing on her lips. "Apparently, Vivienne had enough of her antics

Tasha froze, her heart dropping at the sound of Vanessa’s voice. She turned slowly, meeting the Vanessa’s icy gaze. Vanessa stood a few feet away, looking as pristine and put together as ever, her presence demanding attention. “I didn’t realize I had to explain my actions to you,” Tasha replied coolly, her hands instinctively gripping the strap of her purse. Vanessa’s lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, you don’t have to explain. I just find it funny how you’re acting all innocent, like you don’t know what’s really going on. Daniel doesn’t love you. He never did. You’re just a distraction, something to keep him occupied until I come back into the picture.” Tasha clenched her jaw, refusing to let Vanessa see how her words affected her. “Don’t flatter yourself. Daniel doesn’t need you. You’re nothing but a nuisance.” Vanessa’s eyes flickered with annoyance, but she didn’t back down. “I’m not going anywhere, Tasha. And you might want to watch your back. You’re not the only one with se

Tasha sat alone in her living room, staring blankly at the empty glass on the coffee table. She had spent the day pacing between thoughts and emotions that felt too heavy to carry. The weight of her decisions, of everything that had been happening lately, felt suffocating. Robbin's calls and constant presence now felt distant, while Daniel's silence echoed in her mind. What did she really want? What was she doing? Her fingers hovered over the phone as she typed out a message to Robbin: "I'm sorry for acting out earlier. I just couldn't help it." She paused, staring at the screen, before hitting send. Maybe it would ease the tension, or maybe it wouldn’t. But for now, she just needed to say it. Tasha stood up, her body moving on autopilot as she grabbed her coat and slipped on her shoes. The thought of staying in, of facing all the turmoil that had been building, felt too much. She needed to get away. A quick glance in the mirror she looked fine, but inside, everything felt out o