All Chapters of Chasing His Ex-Wife Back: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Emily Greenfield was seated in the patient's ward, wearing one of the patient's clothes given to her by one of the nurses.“Are you ready?” Luke asked her and she breathed heavily. “I don’t know…I’m I?” She raised the mirror in her hand and gave herself another look. This was the last time she would be seeing this face. Once she had entered the surgery room, she would be coming out a different person. “You’ve got this. You can do it. I’d wait for you out here.” Luke assured her and she only forced a smile on her face and bent her head down in shame. What was Luke going to get from all this? She had nothing else to offer. Money, power, fame...None that she had. “Luke…thank you….thank you, I mean it. Without you…I don’t even know if I would be here today, thanks. How I could ever repay you, that I don’t know.” Luke shakes his head, instinctively. He was doing this purely from his heart to pay someone. “You would later, for now, do this for me.” Luke walked up to her. She got this!

Emily slowly escaped from the tight hug with her mother, retreating back. “Your father always maltreated me. He would beat me from time to time. I couldn’t handle it anymore.” Mrs Greenfield continued, then she coughed blood into a napkin. Her illness was severe.“I only stayed because of you. But it was too much for me to tolerate.”She shook her head and Emily adjusted closer to her mother, her face stained with worry. She didn’t know her mother had to pass through all this. She could feel her heart breaking into pieces. With every word her mother said. “But you guys never quarreled.” Emily was wondering how all this happened that she did not know of. “We did, but not in front of you.” Mrs. Greenfield sat up properly, her eyes drained of blood. Her facials were somewhat wrinkled. “So I had to leave. When I left, it was very difficult for me. I couldn’t even earn food for myself. Your father left me with nothing. I had to even beg on the streets not until I met Mr. Lord Richardson

Inside the dimly lit tattoo parlor, Emily gazed at Luke's portrait on the tattoo man's arm, her curiosity piqued. "Does Luke hate women?" she asked, her voice soft.The tattoo man shook his head, "No." He sighed, his expression somber.Emily's eyes narrowed. "Why doesn't he have any female friends, then?"The tattoo man's gaze dropped, his voice low. "Luke was brought up under a strict father. He didn't have time for girls; his focus was on studies and his father's company, preparing to take over one day."Emily's face softened. "So, he never dated?"The tattoo man's reply was simple, "No."Emily felt a pang of sympathy for Luke, her heart going out to him. The tattoo man noticed her expression and asked, "How did you two meet, anyway?"Emily's smile was brief, her memory flashing back. "We... uh..."The tattoo man's eyes locked onto her face, a knowing glint in his eye. "You're blushing."Emily shook her head, "No, I'm not blushing."The tattoo man raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? Wel

Luke pulled out of their hug, his face beaming with joy. Emily's words had lit him up from the inside out, and he couldn't contain his happiness. Emily tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "You shouldn't let my answer get to your head," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Luke's grin only grew wider. "Yes, babe," he said, his voice filled with affection. Emily's eyes locked onto his, her gaze lingering on his bright, happy eyes. "You shouldn't call me that yet," she said, her voice soft but firm. Luke's smile faltered for a moment, before he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Right. Sorry. Habit." He cleared his throat, his face still radiant with happiness. Emily's expression softened, and she reached out, her hand brushing against his arm. "It's okay. Just...let's take things slow, okay?" Luke nodded, his eyes shining with understanding. "Okay. I promise. We'll take it one step at a time." He raised his one of his han

As evening descended, the reception came alive with warmth. The air was cool and crisp, under a tenth of a clear sky, where yellow lamps hung like twinkling stars, casting a soft glow over the celebration grounds. The center of the room was filled with the gentle hum of laughter and a piece of slow music playing in the background. The guest swayed to the rhythm, their steps graceful and carefree. Ava, resplendent in her white gown, sat relaxed, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she took in the scene before her. She felt even more calmer. Her mind didn’t think of anything from this occasion. Her hand cradled a delicate cup, her fingers wrapped around it with a grace that belied the happiness bubbling inside her. She raised the cup to her lips, took a slight sip, and then gulped, her eyes sparkling with joy. The music swelled, and the crowd's laughter grew louder, but Ava's gaze remained fixed on the dance floor, her heart filled with love. She was basking in the wa