All Chapters of My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Linda's lips lingered a bit on his cheek before moving away from him, her eyes came in contact with Ava who look a bit annoyed but was masking it well.The gazes on her satisfied her initially agitated self, she just made a move publicly on Alexander and he didn't refuse it even in the presence of Ava who was seated beside him. It was enough to keep the blabbering mouth of the people around shut or probably to give them something more spicy to talk about.“ Hey Linda, I see you are here too, as a guest and exchanging pleasantries, keep it minimal, we don't want you doing that to all married men around even if we are to understand you are simply acknowledging them, Ava voiced while maintaining a calm aura which made Linda fume within.She had thought the stunt she had pulled would put Ava to shame and make her more aware of how much effects she held in Alexander ‘s life but it's seem Ava herself wasn't that easy to intimidate, she didn't even manage to shake her calm expression, Ava wa

Alexander didn’t know how much longer he could fight her intoxicating proximity, her warmth, and the way she gazed at him with those heavy-lidded, vulnerable eyes. When her lips brushed his neck with a soft, unintentional graze, Alexander snapped. His mouth crashed onto hers, firm yet trembling with suppressed emotions. The taste of her—sweet yet dizzying—pulled him under, and for once, his control shattered completely.Ava who wasn't really herself clung at him desperate for his attention, she trailed her hand on his neck, caressing his shoulder, her naked body gliding effortlessly into his own while leaving moans after moans. Alexander pressed his lips intensely on hers and she tried to follow his pace, he nibbled her lower lips , his hands lightly held her delicate waist afraid she might snap if he applied too much pressure, her alluring curves pressed on his body making him cuss out and frantically demand entrance into her sweet mouth.Shit…. Her taste was heavenly and his nose pi

Ava wandered through the quiet walls of the mansion, the warmth from her morning coffee doing little to ease the sense of distance lingering between her and Alexander. Their night together had been more than she expected—more than she thought he could have cared . Yet, his cool dismissal that morning left her wondering if it had meant anything to him at all.As she approached his study, she heard low, muffled voices from the slightly ajar door. Curious, she hesitated, her hand hovering over the knob.“...No, I don’t think it’s Linda,” Alexander’s deep voice said. “She’s been loyal for years. This lead doesn’t make sense.”A second voice, one she recognized as Old Man Stan, responded cautiously. “With respect, Alex, loyalty can be deceiving. The connection to the waitress is there—clear as day. I think you should investigate further.”Ava’s breath caught in her throat. Linda? Waitress? What connection? She pressed herself closer to the wall, her pulse quickening.“I said drop it,” Alex

The morning sun filtered through the delicate lace curtains of the grand living room as Grandpa Pascal prepared to leave. Ava stood near the door, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, her heart heavy at the thought of his departure.“You’ve done well, Ava,” Grandpa Pascal said with a warm smile, his kind eyes crinkling at the corners. “But now, it’s time for you and Alexander to figure this out. No relationship thrives without effort from both sides.”Ava nodded, though her throat tightened. His words were meant to reassure, yet they left her feeling exposed. She glanced toward Alexander, who stood a few feet away, his face a mask of polite indifference. His posture was relaxed, his hands buried in his pockets as if he were merely waiting for this interaction to conclude.“Take care of her, Alexander,” Grandpa Pascal said firmly, his tone carrying a warning beneath its warmth.“Of course, Grandpa,” Alexander replied smoothly, his voice devoid of genuine sentiment.As the door

Ava woke to the unfamiliar warmth of Alexander’s arms draped around her. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to bask in the intimacy, hoping that last night had been the turning point in their tumultuous marriage.When Alexander stirred, his gaze softened as it landed on her. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.Her heart fluttered at the rare gentleness in his tone. “Good morning,” she replied, smiling tentatively.They shared a quiet breakfast, a stark contrast to their usual tense interactions. For once, it felt like they were a real couple. Ava dared to believe they could build on this fragile connection.Days passed, and though Alexander remained distant in small ways, Ava clung to the hope that their relationship was improving. Determined to deepen their bond, she decided to surprise him by organizing his office—something she knew he wouldn’t do himself.It was during this innocent act of affection that she stumbled upon the medical report. As she read the