All Chapters of Please Come Back! Ex-wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Daniel studied her carefully. “I... I don’t believe that.” Tasha shook her head, her expression firm. “No, I don’t. It’s too convenient. Vanessa doesn’t just vanish without a reason or without a plan. I can feel it she’s still out there, waiting for the right moment.” Daniel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That’s a possibility we can’t ignore. But if she’s laying low, it might mean she’s planning something dangerous. We have to stay vigilant.” Tasha nodded. “I won’t let her catch us off guard again.” Ethan, still happily eating his pancakes, looked up at his parents with a curious smile. “Mom, Dad, are you talking about the bad guys again?” Daniel forced a reassuring smile. “Nothing you need to worry about, buddy. Just grown up stuff.” Ethan shrugged and went back to his breakfast, blissful

The car skidded to a halt, smoke rising from the hood. For a moment, there was only silence, the world eerily still. Tasha’s head spun. She tried to focus, but everything was blurred around her. Ethan’s small, trembling hand was still in hers, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Darkness threatened to take over her senses as her body felt weightless, and her mind began to slip away. “Mom? Mom?” Ethan’s voice, faint but full of panic, echoed in the distance. But it was fading, the edges of his voice muffled as everything slipped into blackness. The sterile white lights were too bright, the machines too loud. The sound of beeping filled Tasha’s ears, the rhythm a constant reminder that she was still here, still alive. But she wasn’t truly awake. Not yet.

Daniel’s phone buzzed in his pocket, the caller ID displaying Stanley’s name. He answered quickly, his voice tight with exhaustion. “Stanley,” Daniel began, his tone calm but heavy, “I'm glad you called back.” “I’m sorry about the accident,” Stanley’s voice came through, filled with concern. “Is everyone okay?” Daniel leaned back against the wall, his eyes closing for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. “We lost Mike,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “He didn’t make it. Tasha’s in a coma, but the doctors are hopeful. Ethan… he’s okay. Just shaken up.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Stanley’s voice spoke again, softer. “I’m sorry, Daniel. Mike was a good man. His wife and kid… they’ll be well taken care of, won’t they?” Daniel’s expression hardened as he replied, his words

Claire was already there, sitting beside Tasha’s bed, adjusting the blanket carefully. The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of medical equipment filling the space. When she looked up and saw Daniel standing in the doorway, she let out a quiet sigh. “Daniel, I’m sorry…” she said, standing up. Daniel’s gaze moved from Claire to Tasha, who lay still, her breathing steady but weak. His chest tightened at the sight of her like this. He swallowed hard before looking back at Claire. “You should’ve called me,” he said, his voice rough with frustration. Claire nodded, guilt written all over her face. “I wanted to, but I had to settle Ethan in first. He was already upset, and Mr. Belvoir made it clear that he didn’t want any more chaos.” Daniel let out a slow, controlled breath, running a hand through his hair. “And you just went along with it?” Claire frowned. “I didn’t have a choice, Daniel. Mr. Belvoir arranged everything before anyone could tell what was going on. She’s being mo

Daniel felt his stomach tighten at the way she looked at him, like he was a stranger. Tasha’s breathing grew uneven as her gaze flickered around the room, taking in the medical equipment, the soft beeping of the monitors, the IV in her arm. Her fingers curled into the bedsheets as if grounding herself. "Why are you here, Daniel?" she asked again, sharper this time, her voice laced with confusion and something else, something distant. "Where I'm I?" Claire and Robbin exchanged uneasy glances, but neither spoke. Ethan, sensing the shift in his mother’s demeanor, clung to her arm. “Mom?” he whispered. “You’re home now.” Her head snapped toward him, eyes wide, panic creeping into her expression. "Home?" she echoed. Ethan nodded eagerly, trying to reassure her. "Right, Dad?" Tasha froze. Her gaze snapped back to Daniel, and for the first time since waking up, there was something else in her eyes, uncertainty. “Dad?” she repeated slowly, as if the word itself didn’t make s