Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-husband And Son Wants Me Back After Divorce: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Haley’s POV:The hospital smelled like disinfectant and something sharp that clung to the air. I held Lily’s small hand in mine as we walked down the polished corridor. Her steps were light, almost skipping, and her excitement made me smile despite the heaviness inside my chest.“Mommy, will Grandma be better now?” Lily asked, looking up at me with wide hopeful eyes.“Yes, sweetheart,” I said softly. “The doctors are taking care of her. She’s getting better.”Logan walked beside us, his hands in his pockets, his jaw tense. He looked relieved but still worried, the kind of worry that doesn’t fade easily.Lily tugged at his sleeve. “Daddy, can I give her my cards today? I made so many!”Logan finally smiled, a small one. He brushed her hair lovingly. “Yes, you can. She’ll be very happy to see them.”But I noticed the way his eyes kept darting towar

Haley’s POV:The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the hospital room was how small she looked.For years, the word mother had been just an empty space inside me, a shadow that I avoided touching because it hurt too much. But now, there she was in front of me—my birth mother—lying against crisp white sheets, her body fragile beneath the thin hospital gown.Her hair, was streaked with silver, brushed neatly over her shoulders. Her skin looked pale, almost translucent, but her eyes… her eyes were alive. Deep, knowing, and fixed on me the moment I walked in.I froze at the door. My breath caught in my throat, and for a second I didn’t know what to do with my hands.Should I smile? Should I run? Should I call her Mother?Logan’s warm hand touched the small of my back. His voice was soft, careful. “Haley… it’s alright. She’s waiting for you.”I nodded quickly, thoug

Haley’s POV:The hospital corridor was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed against my chest until breathing felt like a task.I had just learned the truth.My eyes were still fixed on Veronica—my mother. The woman I had only just begun to know. She was pale, leaning against the doorway of her VIP ward, her voice weak but steady.And what she said had stunned me to the core.“Susan,” she had said, her tone firm despite the tremor in her voice, “is my adopted daughter.”The words echoed in my head, ringing like a bell that refused to fade.Adopted.Susan… the woman who had slapped me just minutes ago… had lived her entire life believing she was Veronica’s only child. And now, here I was, standing in the same hallway, the blood daughter who had returned from nowhere.I could feel Susan’s fury rolling off her in waves. Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and

Haley’s POV:If someone had told me a year ago that people would be lining up to buy books with my name on them, I would’ve laughed in their face.But here I was, staring at a stack of my own comics—bright covers, glossy pages, my drawings—and people were actually buying them. Not just buying them, but bringing them to me for signatures.“Haley,” Erin nudged me gently from the side. “Smile. They’re waiting for you.”I blinked and looked up. A little girl stood in front of me, holding my comic book in both hands like it was treasure. Her mother stood behind her, smiling proudly.The girl’s eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. “C–can you sign this for me?” she asked shyly.Something in my chest softened. I smiled back, taking the book carefully. “Of course. What’s your name?”“Emily,” she whispered.I wrote a quick note on the first page. To Emily, never stop dreaming. Then I handed it back. “Here you go.”Her eyes lit up, and she clutched the book tightly. “Thank you!”As she left, I le

Haley’s POV:My life was finally starting to feel like it was working out. For the first time in years, I wasn’t just surviving day to day, waiting for the next blow to knock me down. I was living.And it was because of him.Logan.I woke up with the sunlight spilling across the sheets, my body tangled in warmth, my cheek resting against the hard curve of his chest. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me pressed against him like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go.For a long moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, breathing in the faint scent of him—clean soap, warm skin, and something darker I couldn’t name but always made my heart skip.His hand shifted against my waist, fingers brushing lazily against my skin. “You’re awake,” his voice was low and husky, still heavy with sleep.I smiled into his chest. “So are you.”“Mmm,” he