All Chapters of AFTER MY EX-WIFE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CAMILLA Her voice swelled and echoed down the silent hall. My heart raced in my ears, and my hands trembled. I jerked my arm free and stepped back, angry at her."Let me make this clear, Alessia," I murmured, my voice wavering slightly. "Alex makes his own choices. "If he left you, it was because of you, not me."Her face twisted with rage, and her lips curled into a scowl. Her contemptuous gaze swept across me. Then, suddenly, she shoved me hard.The push caused me to stumble. My heel got snagged on the smooth floor, and I couldn't restore my balance. My leg smashed with the sharp edge of the wall, causing pain. I gasped and collapsed to the ground, gripping my hurting leg.Tears distorted my vision, and I strained to breathe. The pain was intense, acute, and relentless, affecting my entire body.Alessia stood above me, her expression frigid and immovable. "This is just the beginning," she said, her voice cold.Her heels clicked against the floor as she stomped away, the noise becom

Camilla"I brought you something," Alex whispered softly, standing by my bed. His tone was kind, cautious, and almost hesitant, as if he didn't want to disturb me. I gazed at the container Alex had placed on the small table beside my hospital bed. My stomach growled silently, betraying me. The aroma of food—warm, creamy, and inviting—filled the room, making it impossible to ignore. Still, I kept my fingers tightly clutched in my lap, refusing to reach for anything. Alex stood near the foot of the bed, observing me with that familiar expression—a combination of patience and something gentler that I couldn't quite name. His voice, mild yet persistent, disturbed the silence. “Camilla, please eat. You need your strength." I took my sight from him, focused instead on the modest flask sitting innocently on the table. A small voice in my head told me to eat. After all, the medications I'd taken earlier had made me weak, and my body required nourishment. But a louder and harsher voice

Alex Today felt like a sneak peek at the life I've been hoping for. Being with Ava and Camilla made me think about what I'd lost and what I still want to build. Ava laughed so hard that the whole room could hear her as she happily showed me each drawing from her stack. "This is me!" This is Mommy. "Oh, and here you are, big uncle!" she shouted with happiness. Hearing her call me "big uncle" always made my chest tighten in a way I couldn't explain. I imagined in my heart the day she'd call me "daddy." Even though I hadn't earned the title yet, the way Ava looked at me made me want to do better. "You're so talented, Ava," I said, ruffling her hair. "You'll be an amazing artist one day." "Do you really think so?" She inquired, her eyes wide with surprise. "I know that," I said. "You can do anything you dream of." Her excitement did not end there. “Can we sing my favorite song now? Please, big uncle?" She pleaded. Camilla was sleeping on the couch, so we moved to the dining ta

Camilla.The dull aching in my leg persisted, serving as a constant reminder of what had transpired the day before. It was like a shadow I couldn't shake. I closed my eyes and remembered the first time the pain struck me—the cold, hard floor beneath me and the sharp edge of the wall that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The force of Alessia's shove knocked me into the wall, banging my leg against the corner. The pain shot through me like lightning, and I gasped for oxygen. My vision became blurry, and I felt like the world was spinning. I couldn't even yell because the shock was so intense.Alessia's voice echoed in my mind. "This is just the beginning," she said, her words piercing deeper than the ache in my leg. She went away without a second glance, leaving me helpless on the floor. I attempted to move, but every part of my body screamed in protest. The injury was more than physical; it was as if Alessia had taken away my remaining strength.Today, I sat on the couch with the weigh

Alex I never expected Camilla to ask me that question or bring up the matter now.Camilla's words cut through me like jagged glass. My mind immediately returned to yesterday, looking for evidence that I had changed. I was in the hospital yesterday when she had the accident. I paced the cool hallway, my hands quivering, waiting for news. My heart had been in my throat the entire time, and when the doctor finally said she was fine, I felt a surge of relief that nearly brought me to my knees. Afterward, I spent hours with Ava, who was still shocked by the whole incident. I listened as she talked about her school drawings, and her voice softened when she showed me her works. When she asked me to sing her favorite song, I hesitated—singing had never been my strong suit—but the way her face lit up when I joined her made every off note worthwhile. For once, I thought I was doing something right. And today, I made time to drive her to school, changing my schedule to accommodate her da