All Chapters of My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ava stood before the mirror, brushing her hair with deliberate strokes. Each movement was a rhythm she clung to amidst the chaos of her thoughts. She stared at her reflection—the woman she had become: stronger, colder, yet yearning for the warmth she had long denied herself.A soft knock interrupted her musings."Ava?" Alexander's voice came from the other side. His tone was different—uncertain.She sighed, walked over, and opened the door. Alexander stood there, his eyes dark with something she couldn't place."I couldn't sleep," he said, his voice low. "Can we talk?"Ava folded her arms. "About what?"He stepped closer, but not enough to invade her space. "About... us. About what happened."Her heart tightened. "We've talked enough, Alexander. Words aren't enough."His eyes flickered with pain, but he pressed on. "Then let me show you."Before she could respond, he moved closer and cupped her face gently. His thumb brushed her cheek, and for a moment, she let herself soften. She had

Ava sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting lightly on her abdomen, her mind racing. The news she had received earlier that day was still a blur. Her mind struggled to wrap around the reality of it all. She had felt the change, the shift in her body, the strange sensation growing within her. And now, she was certain—she was pregnant. The weight of the realization was too much to bear, too much to grasp all at once. How could everything change so suddenly? Was she ready for this? Was they ready for this?The room around her felt strangely still. She glanced at the clock, noting how much time had passed since she had learned the news. It seemed like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a matter of hours. Hours that had stretched endlessly as she tried to process everything. She had come back into Alexander’s life just three years ago, hoping for a fresh start, a new beginning. But here she was, facing another unexpected twist, a new chapter in a story that had been anything bu

Ava woke up the next morning, the sunlight gently filtering through the curtains. The house was eerily quiet, save for the faint clinking of dishes coming from the kitchen. She padded out in her silk robe, her steps light but deliberate. When she entered the kitchen, her gaze fell on Monica and Janet, who were busily chatting while preparing something. Their faces lit up as they noticed her.“Mrs. Pascal, you’re awake?” Monica’s voice carried an excited warmth that made Ava’s lips curve slightly. “We were just discussing going grocery shopping. Is there anything specific you’d like us to get?”Ava paused, taking in the genuine enthusiasm on their faces. These two women had been a constant presence in her life, even during the times she had wanted things to be different and for Alexander to at least see her. She owed them more than she cared to admit.“Well,” she began, her voice softer than usual, “if you don’t think I need anything after considering everything, then I trust you’ll ma

Ava stirred in her sleep, turning over in the dim light of the room. Her soft, supple body pressed against Alexander, her leg brushing over his thigh. The subtle pressure and her intoxicating warmth sent a jolt through him, and his eyes flickered open.The faint glow of the bedside lamp cast a golden hue over her serene face. Her head rested on his chest, her breath soft and rhythmic. She shifted slightly, and her cheek brushed against him, causing him to stiffen beneath her.Alexander’s jaw tightened as he suppressed a groan. He didn’t need this—not now, not in the middle of the night when his self-control was already hanging by a thread. But the way she nuzzled closer, seeking comfort in his embrace, made it impossible to stay detached.Her hazy eyes blinked open slowly, and for a moment, their gazes locked. She looked up at him, her expression drowsy but undeniably alluring. “Hmm… baby, are you awake?” she murmured, her voice a blend of sleep and mischief.Alexander swallowed hard,

Alexander woke up, instinctively reaching for the other side of the bed. His fingers brushed against the cool sheets, and a sense of emptiness gnawed at him. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he stared at the vacant space beside him. The absence of warmth signaled she had been gone for some time.His eyes darted toward the clock on the wall—6:15 a.m. Too early for her to be up, he thought. His chest tightened as unease crept in. His mind immediately conjured worst-case scenarios, fueled by his protective instincts and an irrational fear he couldn’t shake.Throwing off the covers, Alexander swung his legs off the bed and stood. His rumpled hair and unkempt look mirrored his internal disarray, but he didn’t care. He needed to find Ava. The thought of her being out of sight, even for a moment, unnerved him.He hurried down the hall, his footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet house. As he approached the living room, he was met with silence. A quick scan revealed nothing out of place, y