Semua Bab After the Divorce, My Ex Husband Came Crawling Back: Bab 111 - Bab 120

ARIANAShe's near the far end of the garden with a glass of wine in her hand, keeping her distance. I expected that. She's been avoiding me since the ball, since Eleanor's revelation, since the truth started unravelling.Beside her, Gemma stands rigid, her arms crossed, watching me with the same cold hostility she's carried since our father's funeral. She hasn't forgiven me for existing. She probably never will.Jonathan is nearby, speaking with one of Eleanor's associates. He glances at me once, then looks away. He knows something is coming tonight. He's been careful around me ever since the Syndicate connections started surfacing. And I know he's involved in ways he hasn't admitted.And then I see them. Linda Moore. Selene's mother.She's sitting on a stone bench near the roses, wearing a pale yellow dress that softens her features. Beside her, Daniel Moore stands with his hands in his pockets, looking uncomfortable in a way that suggests he'd rather be anywhere else.And between th

ARIANAI'm still standing, Linda's hand is still gripping mine like she's afraid I'll vanish if she lets go. Selene is beside her mother, her face pale, her eyes fixed on me like she's trying to reconcile the woman she hated with the sister she never knew.But the room isn't looking at me anymore. They're looking at Juliana.She's still seated at the far end of the table, her hands flat against the polished wood, her face a careful mask of composure that doesn't quite hide the tremor in her fingers. She looks like a woman calculating her way out of a room that has no exits.Then she stands. Her chair scrapes against the floor, and the sound is loud in the silence."You don't understand," Juliana says. Her voice shakes, but there's still an edge of defiance in it. "None of you understand what it was like."Linda's laugh cuts through the room. It's raw and ugly and completely unlike the composed woman I've watched all evening."Understand?" Linda's voice cracks. "You stole my baby. You

ARIANAThe morning after the revelation is strange. Everyone eats breakfast together in the grand dining room, but the energy has shifted. The table is quieter. Eyes meet and look away. Conversations start and falter. No one mentions what happened last night, but its presence fills every empty space between words.After breakfast, we move to the outside lounge. The morning sun is warm, and the gardens stretch out in manicured perfection. The twins disappear into the grass with the other children, and within minutes, they've become the center of attention. Thea is chasing a peacock. Ethan is methodically collecting stones and arranging them in a row.Everyone watches them. The Bindy children. The Bindy grandchildren. They all gravitate toward the twins like they're something precious.I watch from a distance, perched on the edge of a stone bench."They're beautiful."I turn. Susan has settled beside me, a cup of coffee in her hand. She's watching the twins with an expression I can't

DURRELLThe twins hear my voice before they see me. The front door has barely closed when two small tornadoes come flying out of the living room."Dada!"I crouch just in time as Thea slams into me first, then Ethan follows half a second later. And I nearly fall backward."Easy," I laugh.Thea immediately climbs into my arms while Ethan raises both hands. "Me too.""Of course." Somehow, I end up carrying both of them at the same time. I kiss Thea's forehead. Then Ethan's. "Miss me?"Ethan nods. "Miss."Thea immediately disagrees. "No." Then she climbs higher into my arms and refuses to let go.I grin, and behind them, Ariana watches the reunion with folded arms."You know," she says, "I spent the entire weekend keeping those two alive."I look at her. "And?""I'd like my welcome-home kiss too."The twins immediately become interested. Thea gasps. "Kiss!" She points.Ariana covers her face.I laugh. Then I walk over and kiss her anyway. It’s not a long, dramatic one. Just enough.When

DURRELLI guide myself back to her entrance and sink in slowly, a long steady slide that draws a shaky moan from her lips. The wetness of our shared release makes the glide seamless. I stay fully seated for a heartbeat, letting our bodies adjust.I begin to move, but the urgency is gone. Every thrust is a slow deliberate exploration, matched with soft kisses on her lips, the tip of her nose, the shell of her ear."You're so beautiful," I whisper, my voice a gravelly rasp against her lips.I match the pace of my hips with soft, lingering kisses on her lips, the tip of her nose, the sensitive shell of her ear. With every deep plunge, I whisper praises into her skin, telling her how perfect she feels, how much I crave her, how she completely owns me in this moment.Her internal muscles tighten around me in rhythmic waves. Her breath hitches, chest heaving, eyes never leaving mine.She winds her arms around my neck, arches her back, wraps her legs around my waist with her heels pulling m