All Chapters of The Club Star Ex-Wife He Wants Back: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Mandy’s POVAfter a few days with Emily in London, Lucas and I decided to bring Emily back with us to New york. But one thing was certain to me, she wasn't staying with Lucas but with me.About two days to our departure from London, Lucas and I took our time out to talk about Emily. It's a lot to handle but if we must co-parent, there must be some certain discussions beforehand.However, we chose to meet up at a small restaurant across the street, though the atmosphere in there was a quiet one as the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of cups created a deceptive calm. I sat across from Lucas with a glass of champagne in my hands, but I hadn’t taken a sip. My fingers tightened around the glass cup as I stared at him, his face unreadable. “So,” he began, his voice steady but low, “we need to talk about how this is going to work.” “Yes. Sure.” I nodded, swallowing hard as Lucas leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “I want to be part of her life, Mandy. A real

Emily’s POVI was sitting on the couch, my legs swinging back and forth, when I looked at Mom and Lucas. They weren’t talking to each other. It wasn’t like when Mom and I were having dinner with Auntie Wendy or when we played games and everyone laughed. They were just sitting there, not looking at me, not looking at each other. It made me feel funny inside, like when I see someone sad but I don’t know why. I didn’t like it. “Mommy,” I said, pulling on her sleeve. She looked down at me, and I smiled. I liked it when she smiled at me. “Why don’t we all have dinner together? Like a family.” Mommy blinked, like she didn’t know what I meant at first. Then she looked at Lucas, and for a second, I thought she was going to say no. But then she nodded, and her lips stretched into a small smile. It wasn’t a big smile, but it was still a smile. “Okay, sweetie. We can do that.” I liked it when we're together. I liked when everyone was at the table, and we talked about silly things, like

Mandy's POVReaching home, I didn’t know how I had gotten to this point. One moment, I was walking away with Emily, trying to shield her from the heavy conversation that Lucas had started, and the next, I was standing in the kitchen, my hands shaking as I stared at the empty coffee cup in front of me. I had wanted to protect Emily from all of this—the pain, the confusion, the weight of the truth. But Lucas... Lucas had opened a door that couldn’t be closed again. And now, I had to figure out how to handle it and how to handle him.Then, I heard the door open behind me and tensed. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. I could feel his presence, the pull of his energy, even if he wasn’t saying a word."Mandy," Lucas said, his voice low. "We need to talk."I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. "What is there to talk about, Lucas?" I finally asked, my voice tight. "You’ve already said enough."He walked closer, his foot

Lucas’s POVThe letter still clutched in my hand, my heart raced as I paced the living room, the weight of the revelation pressing down on me. Mandy had written it. She had been pregnant, and I had no idea. All these years, I had blamed her for shutting me out, for keeping Emily from me. But now, I understand. I understood the fear, the hesitation, the uncertainty that had driven her decisions. And it hit me hard—too hard.I needed answers. There was no way I could keep going without knowing the full truth. I had to confront Grandma Claire. She was the one who had kept me from Emily, the one who had kept me in the dark for so long. She had to know something more. She had to.I grabbed my coat and stormed out of the apartment, my mind already racing through the possibilities. What had she known? Why hadn’t she told me about Emily? Why had she let me believe that everything was fine when it was anything but?Grandma Claire’s house was quiet when I arrived. The tall, ivy-covered house l

Writer’s POVHowever, the air in the room was thick with tension, each word that passed between Lucas and Mandy only adding to the weight. They stood on opposite sides of the living room, both frustrated, both unwilling to back down, yet neither truly understanding the other’s pain. The distance between them wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, and it seemed to grow with each passing day.Lucas’s jaw was clenched as he crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes, usually so calm and collected, now blazed with frustration. "You still don’t trust me, do you?" he asked, his voice low but sharp.Mandy stood near the kitchen counter, her hands gripping the edge as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. She looked at him, her face a mixture of exhaustion and exasperation. "It’s not about trust, Lucas," she snapped. "It’s about reality. You think everything can be fixed with a smile and a nice gesture, but it’s not that simple. We’ve both made mistakes, and there’s no easy way to