All Chapters of After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Emily's POVThe morning light spilled through the kitchen window, casting a soft glow across the countertops as I stood by the stove, preparing the day’s breakfast. My mind was preoccupied, a flurry of thoughts about the meals I’d been researching ever since Damian’s suggestion to focus on healthier, more nourishing recipes. It had seemed like a simple idea at first, meal plans designed to help me feel better, to align with his own health-conscious habits. But then, things had taken a serious turn.Damian had recently admitted a patient to his clinic with binge-eating disorder. The patient was struggling, trying to manage a condition that was far more than just an unhealthy relationship with food. It was a war within the mind, a storm that had to be calmed by both psychological support and careful dietary adjustments. I had never been asked to help in this capacity before. But Damian, always the calm, level-headed doctor—had asked for my advice on creating meal plans for this patient.

Damian's POVGrandfather sat on the living room sofa, his posture as poised as ever, even in something as unassuming as his home attire. His glasses perched delicately on the bridge of his nose, the lenses catching the light as he methodically flipped through the newspaper, his movements precise and unhurried. He looked like a seasoned professor, someone who had spent his entire life absorbing knowledge and wielding it like a weapon. But I knew better. I knew that behind that air of effortless composure lay a mind as sharp as a blade, always calculating, always watching.Emily, ever the gentle soul, was the first to step forward. She approached him with a kind of delicate warmth that only she could muster, her voice soft but clear as she inquired about his health. Her concern was genuine, I could hear it in her tone, see it in the slight furrow of her brow. But I also knew the truth. Grandfather’s supposed “discomfort” was nothing more than a well-crafted excuse, a subtle maneuver des

Emily's POVMaya’s glare burned into me like a brand, her perfectly sculpted face twisted in restrained fury. Louis, standing beside her, was no better. His sharp, assessing gaze flitted between me and Damian as if trying to decipher why we were here at all, as if our presence alone was an offense. Lyla, ever the poised diplomat, sat gracefully, her fingers delicately wrapped around the rim of a porcelain teacup. But even she could not fully conceal the glimmer of curiosity, of calculation, lurking beneath her otherwise impassive expression.The tension in the room was unbearable, like a taut string waiting to snap. Damian’s grandfather, however, was thoroughly enjoying himself. He leaned back in his chair, surveying the silent warfare unfolding before him, his wrinkled hands resting atop his cane. His eyes twinkled with amusement, as if this entire affair was nothing more than an entertaining game to him.I shifted uncomfortably, my fingers twisting together in my lap. Damian, ever a

Damian's POVThe moment was perfect. The golden glow of the sunset bathed the garden in soft hues, the scent of blooming roses mingling with the crisp evening air. Emily stood before me, her eyes holding that rare, unguarded softness I had come to crave. I had returned with the dessert, intending to hand it to her, but suddenly, all I could think about was closing the distance between us.She tilted her head slightly, a silent question in her gaze. I stepped closer, my fingers grazing her wrist as I reached for her, the air between us thick with unspoken words. Just as I was about to kiss her, just as her lips parted ever so slightly, the distant sound of an approaching car shattered the moment.I stiffened, my expression darkening as I caught sight of the sleek, black luxury sedan rolling slowly up the driveway. Charles.A wave of irritation crashed over me. Of course, he would arrive at the most inconvenient time possible.Emily, sensing the shift in my mood, followed my gaze. “Your

Emily's POVThe tension in the dining room was unbearable, the weight of unspoken grievances pressing against my chest like a suffocating fog. I sat stiffly in my seat, forcing myself to focus on the silverware in front of me, the polished surface of my fork gleaming under the chandelier’s glow. Damian had been called away to speak with his father, leaving me alone to endure the suffocating company of people who barely concealed their contempt for me.I was accustomed to it.Still, I had hoped for at least a moment of peace.That hope was shattered the moment Louis turned his gaze toward me.“Emily,” he said, his voice smooth, yet dripping with venom.I barely acknowledged him. I didn’t want to.But he didn’t care.He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his piercing eyes locked onto mine. “Tell me, what exactly are you trying to accomplish by being with Damian?”I inhaled sharply but refused to respond. I would not give him the satisfaction.Louis, however, took my silenc