Semua Bab The Club Star Ex-Wife He Wants Back: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Mandy’s POVThe cold air bit at my skin as I stood outside, leaning against the railing of the porch, trying to steady my breath. The sun was barely visible on the horizon, casting a dull orange glow across the sky, but it did nothing to warm the chill that had settled in my chest. I was numb, but not in the way I wanted to be. It was the kind of numbness that came with betrayal, the kind that made everything feel distant, like I was watching my life from a place I couldn’t reach.The sound of the door creaking open behind me made me tense. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Lucas. I could feel the weight of his presence, the quiet desperation in the air around him. “Mandy,” he said softly, stepping out onto the porch. “Please, let me explain. I know this looks bad, but I swear, it’s not what you think.”I didn’t respond. What was there to say? I wanted to scream, to throw something, to demand that he tell me the truth. But the truth felt so far out of reach now. I couldn’

Lucas’s POVHaving the door clicked shut behind her, and for a moment, I just stood there, frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. The silence in the room felt like it was suffocating me, crushing the air from my lungs. I could still hear her words echoing in my head, like a constant reminder of everything I’d messed up.That was the hardest part. The doubt. The fear that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I might never be able to fix this. Mandy had been my everything. She still was. But I’d pushed her to the edge, and now I didn’t know if she’d ever come back to me.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth in the empty space of the living room. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I’d screwed up, and no amount of apologies or promises was going to change that. I’d tried to protect her, but in the process, I’d only pushed her away.I had to fix this. I couldn’t let her go. Not like this.My mind raced, thinking of everything I could do to make things r

Mandy’s POVI sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the empty space in front of me. The silence in the apartment felt like it was closing in, suffocating me. My mind kept racing, replaying everything that had happened—Lucas’s apology, his desperate attempt to make things right, and the way he’d looked at me when he said he was willing to do whatever it took. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that he was truly sorry, that he was ready to change. But a part of me—maybe a bigger part than I cared to admit—was terrified. Terrified that I’d been fooled once again. I loved him. I always had. But the lies, the secrets… they had cut deeper than I was willing to admit. How could I trust him again after everything he’d kept from me? The worst part was that I didn’t even know if I could trust myself anymore. Had I been blind all this time? Had I ignored the warning signs, convinced myself that everything was fine, when in reality, I was just letting myself be deceived? I

Mandy’s POVI sat on the couch, staring at the blank wall in front of me, my mind spinning. I was trying to piece together everything—my feelings for Lucas, the lies, the hurt, and now, this new mess with Vanessa. I didn’t know what to believe anymore. I kept thinking back to the good times. The moments when Lucas had made me laugh, when everything felt easy and right. When we were in sync, when I could look at him and feel like I was home. I remembered the way his eyes softened when he smiled at me, how he always knew just what to say when I was feeling down. But then I remembered the bad times too. The lies, the secrets, the way he’d kept things from me. The betrayal. The feeling of being so alone, even when he was right there beside me. I didn’t know if I could go back to that. I didn’t know if I could trust him again. But the truth was, I still loved him. I couldn’t deny that. And that made everything so much harder.I needed time. Time to think, to process everything. But as

Mandy’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating. James stood at the door like he owned the place, his smirk practically daring Lucas to do something about it. I could feel the heat radiating off Lucas as he stood beside me, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. “What the hell are you doing here, James?” Lucas growled, his voice low and dangerous. James didn’t flinch. If anything, his smirk widened. “Relax, Lucas. I’m not here to fight. I’m here to talk. To clear the air.” “Clear the air?” I cut in, stepping forward. My voice was sharp, fueled by the frustration and confusion that had been building up inside me. “You show up at my door, drop a bombshell about Lucas, and now you want to ‘clear the air’? Are you serious?” James’s eyes flicked to me, and for a moment, I saw something that looked like regret. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by that infuriating smugness. “I know you’re angry, Mandy. You have every right to be. But you deserve to k