All Chapters of THE EX-WIFE MAKES A COMEBACK : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

(Julian's POV)I was at Emma's swimming lesson when my phone beeped with a news alert.The pool waiting area was full of other parents. Most of them are scrolling their phones, and a few are watching their kids through the observation window.I've been checking work emails, and trying to stay on top of things even though I'd officially stepped back from most Hart Industries operations.The Guardian notification appeared at the top of my screen."Pharmaceutical Company Hid Pregnancy Drug Risks, Court Documents Show"I almost dismissed it and kept scrolling through emails about board meeting schedules.But something made me click. The article loaded, and I read the first paragraph. The second too, and I had to go back and reread the third because my brain refused to process what I was seeing.The drug name. It was the one Evelyn's doctor had prescribed when she was so sick during the first trimester she couldn't stop vomiting. The medication she'd taken for six weeks because the doctor

(Lena's POV)Dr. Tanaka's hands were shaking when he opened the file.We were all in the conference room at BioGen. The entire research team, no one was left out. Elena was sitting to my right taking notes even though this wasn't that kind of meeting, but trust my woman to. Dr. Obi sat across from me."The Phase 2 results are in," Dr. Tanaka announced.Nobody breathed, as we all stared at her, not knowing what to expect.He took a deep breath before opening the folder. One could tell how nervous he was. Then he started reading. His voice was steady for the first two paragraphs. Listing numbers, percentages and statistical significance.Then his voice cracked, and rose higher."Seventy-three percent of participants showed measurable improvement in motor function. Sixty-eight percent reported decreased muscle deterioration. The control group showed—" He stopped, and cleared his throat. "The control group showed expected disease progression."Dr. Obi gasped and put her hand over her mout

(Daniel's POV)"This is impossible."Elena looked up from her book she was reading on the sofa reading. I was at the kitchen table with my laptop and six crumpled pieces of paper scattered around me."What's impossible?" she asked."This speech. This stupid best man speech.""You've been working on it for three hours.""Yeah, I've been working on it for three hours and I have nothing."She got up and came over to look at my laptop screen. She read what I'd written and started laughing."It's not funny," I said."It's a little funny.""Elena.""You wrote 'Adrian is a good man' and then stopped.""Because I don't know what else to say. I barely know him."She sat down in the chair next to me. Still smiling. "Then why did you agree to be the best man?""Because you asked me to. For Lena.""And you love Lena.""I do love Lena. I could write a thousand pages about Lena. About how she built a million dollar company from nothing and how she survived Julian. And about how she's the smartest p

(Adrian's POV)The house was too quiet.I was in the library at eleven at night. Tomorrow was the wedding. Lena was at Elena's flat spending the night there because Elena had insisted on some tradition about not seeing each other before the ceremony.I'd argued it was unnecessary. We'd been living together for two weeks already. What difference did one night make?Elena had given me a look that said I didn't understand.So Lena had left that afternoon with an overnight bag and I'd spent the evening alone in a house that was supposed to be ours but felt strange without her in it.I sat at the desk where I'd proposed. It has become my favorite since that day.I opened my laptop and pulled up the file. The one I'd started three years ago on a plane.I read through it slowly now. Started at the beginning.Her original business plan.Early press. Small mentions in biotech newsletters. Then bigger pieces. Forbes. The Financial Times. Bloomberg.The Guardian article about her past. Her face

(Lena’s POV)“Finally,” I said, kicking the door shut behind us with my heel.Adrian locked it without being asked, then turned to me. His jacket was already off, with his tie hanging loose around his neck. The quiet of the suite wrapped around us like a blanket after all the noise of the day. He looked at me for a second, his eyes darkening, before crossing the space between us to meet me.He pulled me closer by the waist and kissed me like we had nowhere else to be. Slow and deep, with no rush. His lips were warm, and a little rough from the cold garden earlier. I tasted the wine from dinner on his tongue as it moved against mine. My hands slid under his shirt, my palms flat against his back, feeling the solid muscle shift under my touch.We made it to the bedroom without tripping. My dress zipper whispered down my back under his fingers. The fabric slid off and gathered at my feet. I pushed his shirt open, buttons coming free one by one until I could press my bare chest to his. Th