All Chapters of Pursuing My EX Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lily came back to her senses as soon as she got home, slamming the door behind her. Her chest heaved with anger and regret. What had she been thinking? She should never have gone to confront Lilian like that. Charging into a public place to cause a scene? It wasn’t like her. Now she was sure people must have recorded her outburst. Videos of her yelling, gesturing, and acting like some crazed, jealous woman were probably circulating online already. The thought made her stomach churn.Clenching her fists tightly, she paced back and forth in her small living room. “What have I done?” she muttered under her breath. Her gaze darted around, searching for her phone. After a moment of frantic searching, she spotted it on the table. She grabbed it with trembling hands and dialed her mother’s number.As soon as the call connected, Lily’s emotions spilled over. “Mom,” she cried, her voice cracking.Her mother’s concerned voice came through the line instantly. “Lily? What’s wrong? Did Marcus do s

They stepped out of the car, the late afternoon sun casting a golden hue over the house. Silas and Franklin lingered outside with Noah, their voices carrying faintly as they talked about something unimportant. Meanwhile, Lilian and her father made their way indoors, the door creaking softly as they entered.The living room smelled faintly of fresh flowers from a vase on the table, their bright petals catching the light. Lilian led her father to the large couch in the center of the room. He sat down heavily, leaning back with a sigh of relief. Lilian took a seat beside him, her posture straight and attentive.“Would you like some cold water? Or maybe something else?” she asked, her tone warm and inviting. A small smile curved her lips as she waited for his reply.“Just water is fine,” he said simply, resting his hands on his knees.Nodding, Lilian rose and headed toward the kitchen. Her steps were brisk but quiet, the sound of cabinets opening and closing soon echoing faintly from the

The manager noticed the commotion brewing near the front desk and quickly descended the stairs to investigate. His polished shoes clacked sharply against the marble floor, each step reverberating through the quiet tension that hung in the air. His brow was furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he approached the group.“What is going on here?” he demanded, his deep voice slicing through the awkward silence. He directed his question at the attendant, whose eyes darted nervously between him and Franklin. The manager’s gaze lingered briefly on Lilian, her flushed face and clenched fists a testament to her frustration, before finally landing on Franklin, whose calm yet imposing presence filled the room.The moment the manager’s eyes fell on Franklin, his expression shifted. The irritation etched into his face melted into something resembling recognition, then alarm. His posture stiffened, and his tone softened, carrying a note of deference. “Sir,” he said, addressing Franklin with

Lily breathed a sigh of relief as she scrolled through her phone, checking the news and social media updates. There was nothing—no mention of her confrontation with Lilian at the mall. The tense exchange still lingered in her mind, replaying in flashes of sharp words and raised voices. If someone had seen them and posted about it, she would have been mortified. More importantly, Mrs. Thompson might have found out. The thought alone made her shudder.Mrs. Thompson valued poise and self-control, qualities Lily had worked hard to demonstrate since meeting Marcus’s family. If the older woman learned that Lily had been publicly arguing with Marcus’s ex-wife, it could damage her carefully built reputation. It didn’t matter that Lilian had provoked her—what mattered was the perception. Thankfully, it seemed the incident had gone unnoticed, allowing Lily to relax for now.She adjusted her dress as she stepped out of the car, the soft fabric falling neatly into place. The Thompson residence lo

“Did he take you to meet his grandparents yet?” Mrs. Thompson asked suddenly, her voice breaking through the calm of the afternoon.Lily froze, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question. “They’re back?” she asked, her voice tinged with both surprise and unease.Mrs. Thompson nodded with a warm, reassuring smile. “I suppose they were informed about the wedding, so they came back. You don’t need to be nervous, dear. They’ll accept you—they’ve always trusted Marcus’s judgment,” she said confidently.“Oh,” Lily muttered, nodding slowly. Her mind was already spinning. Grandpa Thompson, back so soon? She had hoped to avoid another encounter with him until after the wedding.Mrs. Thompson studied Lily’s face for a moment, then continued. “I’ll talk to Marcus and make sure he takes you to meet them this week. It’s important to pay your respects before the wedding. That’s how it’s always been done in this family,” she added firmly but kindly.Lily forced a small smile, though her st