All Chapters of Please Come Back! Ex-wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Daniel exhaled, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “Tasha,” he began, his voice measured but firm, “I need you to know something. I’ve got evidence on Vanessa, enough to ruin her completely.” Tasha’s head whipped toward him, her brows knitting in surprise. “Evidence? Then why isn’t she already in jail?” Daniel sighed, his gaze fixed on the road. “It’s not that simple. Vanessa’s not just some opportunist; she’s someone who’s made a career out of playing with people’s weaknesses. If I pull the trigger on this, it’s not just about sending her to jail. There’s collateral damage, things she could use to hurt people I care about. I’ve been working to ensure there’s no room for her to retaliate.” Tasha frowned, a mix of curiosity and frustration bubbling within her. “What could she possibly have on you or anyone else that’s stopping you? It sounds like you’re giving her too much credit.” Daniel hesitated for a moment, his jaw tightening. “Vanessa… she wasn’t always l

Hours later, Tasha and Robbin sat in the hospital waiting room, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension. Tasha’s hands trembled as she thought about the events of the day, questions flooding her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. A doctor stepped into the room, his expression calm but serious. “Are you for Mr. Sterling?” Tasha immediately stood up. “Yes. Is he okay?” The doctor gave a small nod. “The bullet missed any major organs. We’ve removed it and stabilized him. He’s very lucky. He’ll need rest, but he’s out of danger.” Relief swept over her, and she sank back into the chair, exhaling deeply. “You can see him now, but keep it brief. He needs rest,” the doctor added before walking away. Tasha hesitated, glancing at Robbin. “Go in,” Robbin said softly, his tone gentle. “I’ll be here waiting.” She nodded, swallowing hard before making her way down the corridor. Tasha stepped into the dimly lit hospital room, h

Daniel reached for Tasha’s hand, his touch light but firm. “You need to rest, Tasha. Go home, check on Ethan, and get some sleep.” She frowned, shaking her head. “I’m fine here, Daniel. I don’t want to leave you alone.” “You’re exhausted,” he said, his voice gentle but resolute. “You’ve been running on fumes since yesterday. Ethan needs you at your best, and so do I.” Tasha hesitated, her worry etched into her features. “I’ll only be gone a little while,” she said, trying to reassure herself more than him. Daniel smiled faintly. “That’s all I’m asking. Besides, you don’t want Ethan to think something’s wrong. He’s already been through enough.” She bit her lip, reluctant but knowing he was right. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. “But I’ll come back first thing in the morning.” “Deal,” Daniel said, squeez

That Night After the police left, Mike remained vigilant, pacing around the living room as Tasha tidied up the shards of broken glass. She couldn't sit still, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep?” Mike suggested as he checked the locks on the doors and windows for the third time. “I can’t,” Tasha replied, shaking her head. She glanced at Ethan, who was still asleep on the couch, clutching his toy car. “What if they come back?” “They won’t,” Mike assured her. “Not with the police already involved. I’ll keep watch, I promise.” Tasha nodded but didn’t move. Instead, she busied herself making tea in the kitchen, her hands trembling slightly as she poured the water. She brought two mugs into the living room and handed one to Mike. “Thanks,” he said, sitting down across from her. For a

The night had grown quiet, and Tasha finally allowed herself to relax, her eyes growing heavy as she sat on the couch. She wasn’t sure how long she’d drifted off before a faint hissing sound woke her. Her brows furrowed as she sniffed the air, an odd chemical scent wafting through the room. It was subtle at first, but as she stood, it grew stronger. Panic gripped her chest. She hurried toward the kitchen and froze. The faint hissing noise was louder now, coming from the stove. She saw the knob slightly turned. Someone had tampered with it. Her hands trembled as she turned the knob to the “off” position, but the gas smell lingered. Not wanting to take any chances, she quickly grabbed Ethan from his room, wrapping him in a blanket. He stirred but didn’t fully wake. With her phone in hand, she rushed outside and dialed Greg, the head of her security team. “Greg,” she said, her voice shaky, “I think there’s