บททั้งหมดของ My Ex-husband And Son Wants Me Back After Divorce: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

I stood beside Logan at the entrance, my fingers resting lightly in his hand.It wasn’t until I spotted Sebastian across the hall that I hesitated.He was standing near the reception, speaking with one of Logan’s assistants. The moment his eyes met ours, they dipped down to our intertwined hands. He paused—just for a second—and then looked away like he hadn’t noticed anything at all.I turned to Logan quickly, lowering my voice. “Sebastian?”Logan gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. “He wants to collaborate.”“Collaborate?” I blinked. “Since when?”“Just came up this morning,” Logan said calmly. “I’ll explain later.”I narrowed my eyes slightly, unconvinced. “You’re just going to pretend it’s normal that he shows up out of nowhere wanting to work with you?”“Business is business,” Logan replied. “His company’s in trouble. He needs someone with stable footing. That someone just happens to be me.”I bit my lip. “Still feels weird.”Logan gently squeezed my hand. “Don’t overthin

The wind had turned cold as I stood up from the swing. The park was quiet now. Jordan had already left with Sebastian. I thought that was the end of it.But it wasn’t.I heard footsteps behind me and turned.Sebastian.Again.“What now?” I asked, crossing my arms.He looked tense. Out of breath. His eyes full of something I didn’t want to see.“I didn’t mean to leave like that,” he said.“Jordan already went with you. You should go with him.”He didn’t answer.Before I could say another word, he leaned in and kissed me.It wasn’t soft.It wasn’t kind.It was desperate.And completely unwanted.For a second, my body froze in shock.Then, anger surged through me. I shoved him back, hard. My palm connected with his cheek in a loud slap that echoed in the empty park.“What the hell is wrong wi

“Lily!” someone shouted.Logan’s voice broke through the noise like thunder.I turned, heart in my throat, and saw her—tiny, helpless—sinking under the water in the pool at the edge of the ballroom.“Lily!” I screamed.Logan ran like lightning, his jacket flying behind him. He jumped in without a second thought. Water splashed everywhere.I followed, stumbling in my heels, hands shaking. Everything else faded—the music, the people, even the shame from earlier.“Move!” I shouted, pushing past people. “Get out of the way!”Logan lifted Lily out of the water. Her little arms clung to his neck. She was coughing, crying. Wet and scared.“She’s okay,” Logan whispered, holding her tightly. “She’s breathing.”“Oh, thank God,” I gasped, dropping to my knees beside them. I reached out, brushing Lily’s wet h

The sky outside was dull gray, and the wind pressed against the windows in low, eerie groans. Lily stood near the front door, her little hands clasped in front of her. She wore a red hoodie over her dress, her favorite bunny hairpin clipped into her curls.“Why did the accident happen so suddenly?” she asked, her voice so small it barely carried across the room.I looked at her from the kitchen, holding a towel in one hand. I didn't know how to answer.“I’m not sure, sweetheart,” I said gently. “Sometimes… bad things just happen.”She looked down, fidgeting with her sleeves. “Daddy hasn’t come home.”“He’s still at the hospital,” I said. “Watching over Grandma.”Lily's lower lip quivered. “Is she going to die?”“No,” I said firmly. “She’s strong. She’s just very tired right now. But we’ll keep hoping for her to get better, okay?”Lily nodded slowly, but I could see the fear in her eyes. I wanted to distract her, to keep her mind from wandering into those dark places where kids imagine

The salty breeze tickled my skin as the waves rolled gently onto the shore, the sound of the sea steady and soothing. The golden sand was warm beneath my feet, and the sunlight shimmered off the turquoise water like a thousand tiny diamonds.Lily splashed around near the shoreline, her little pink swimsuit glittering under the sun. Her swim coach, Julie, stayed close by, guiding her movements while Lily giggled and kicked with determination.She looked so happy and confident, splashing and laughing, her goggles slightly crooked but her smile wide. Every now and then, she’d turn around and wave excitedly toward us.I stood ankle-deep in the water, beside Logan.I wore a navy-blue swimsuit—simple but flattering—and my hair was tied up in a messy knot to keep it off my neck. My skin was cool where the ocean had kissed it. Logan stood shirtless in black swim trunks, droplets of seawater clinging to his toned chest and shoulders. He looked relaxed, but there was a quietness in his eyes, a