All Chapters of Dear Ex, Marry Me Again!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Earlier this morning, Father left home with the picture Lincoln had brought as proof, urging everyone to be at the hospital before he returned. The only exception was Lisa, who had to go to school to finish her project. He didn’t tell anyone where his destination and simply drove off. I couldn’t know his destination since we hadn’t exchanged greetings. Something tells me he’s headed to the Mayor's mansion, which I hope turns out to be true. They pretend to like him, let's see how he defends his friend. The text message from yesterday has been lingering in my mind, and I’m not sure if I should tell Mother about it. I don’t want her to become restless over it. For Father to send me a text, he must either be back in the country or something else is at play. Either way, he will soon show up at the house. He has no shame, not even a shred of good reasoning. If I keep it from her, and she finds out, I don't know how she’ll react. It’s barely been twenty-four hours, so it’s better I let he

I sat in a corner of the restaurant, waiting for Adams to show up. Samantha thinks I'm going down without a fight. She’s wrong. I'm going to fight her until my last breath. I lost my brother, but she never cared. If not for Ryan, I wouldn't have been able to give him a proper burial. Ryan has done so much for me, even though we're not related. But who cares? I'm being paid to do this, and I will do it. Adams reached out to me a few months ago with a deal I turned down, but now, I need him. I have to use him to get what I want. Instead of being tossed aside after these four years, I would rather betray Ryan and stab him in the back. He's been there for me, even when his mother wasn't, and I’m grateful for that. But I won't leave without something to my name. I need to figure out a way. It's been more than five minutes since I spoke to Adams on the phone. I wonder if he's coming. The first time he asked me to work with him, he showed up before I even got there. Today, it's his turn, a

I arrived home only to be greeted by something I’d never expected to witness while living with her. What the hell has gotten into her? She was wearing a skimpy dress—something I’d never seen her do before. Is this how she’s been dressing at school?My mind raced with questions. What if someone comes to see me and finds her like this? The guards, or anyone else, could walk in. She just got back today, and if I don’t address this now, it might become a habit.Summoning courage, I knocked on the kitchen door to get her attention."Brother Ryan, welcome back." She said, turning around with a bright smile."Thank you. But why are you dressed like this? Anyone could walk in here, even the guards outside." I said, keeping my tone firm.She looked down at her outfit and then back up at me, seemingly unbothered. "There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing." She replied, even spinning around as if to prove her point.If she doesn’t see anything wrong, there’s no point in pushing further. "Just

Emily I couldn't shake the suspicion that Zara might have something to do with this, even though Alex insisted Ryan has been defending her. How could someone suddenly feel intoxicated and fall into such a deep sleep at the same time? That doesn’t just happen unless something was spiked in their drink or food. As much as I don’t like Zara, it wouldn’t be fair to accuse her without proof. Still, with what Jasper said, it’s hard not to consider her a suspect. What irritated me the most was Alex calling me to come help. What was I supposed to do? Sleep with him just because he needed saving? It was ridiculous. The audacity he had to use Grace as an excuse to lure me there was infuriating. I sighed, running my hands through my hair, feeling more confused than ever. Nothing about this situation made sense. Standing up, I made my way to the door and pushed it open. As I stepped out, I caught sight of Alex striding toward his office. I’d been waiting for him to finish with a patient and c

Lisa grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. We didn’t stop until we reached the parking lot, where she leaned against her car. I watched as she pulled out her phone, unlocked it, and held it up to my face.I frowned, unsure of her intention, until I looked closer. The image on the screen caught my attention immediately, it was Samantha. She appeared to be arguing with, or even striking, the woman next to her."That’s Ryan’s mother, but… what is this? And the woman with her, who is she?" I asked, my confusion deepening.Lisa raised her brows, silently urging me to figure it out on my own. But she remained quiet.Taking the phone from her hand, I zoomed in on the video. As soon as I recognized the other figure, my heart sank. My hands flew to my mouth in disbelief as I stared at Lisa."What are they doing together?" I muttered, more to myself. The scene was unsettling, the two of them on what seemed to be a quiet, secluded road. "Why would they meet when they don’t even get alon