All Chapters of A Repentant Ex-Husband: Come Back To Me, My Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The sun was beating down on the parking lot of the exclusive school Nathan attended. Simon watched from his car, his heart pounding in his chest.He had spent days trying to find out where his son went to school, and now he was there, consumed by a mix of anxiety and determination. He knew he couldn’t approach him directly, but at least seeing him from a distance would be enough—or so he wanted to believe.From a distance, he saw Nathan emerge from the building with other children. His light brown hair shone in the sun, and Simon felt a twinge in his chest.It was like looking into a miniature mirror. The same way of walking, the same focused expression. He would recognize him among a thousand. He was his son. His Nathan.The brief moment of contemplation ended abruptly when he sensed a familiar presence approaching. He turned his head, and there was Natalia, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched.He watched her walk toward him like an unleashed storm.“What the hell are you doing here?” Her

The tension was palpable from the moment they crossed the threshold of the house. Isabella, still upset, kept going on about what had happened at the bar.Her words echoed like poisoned darts in the air, searching for a target that Simon refused to provide.“I can’t believe you left me exposed like that, Simon!” she shouted, following him as he walked toward the office. “Do you know how many photos those damn paparazzi took? What will the gossip magazines think now? All because of that idiot Daniel and his venomous tongue.”Simon, on the other hand, maintained a calm, almost impassive expression. But behind those cold eyes, his mind worked with precision, analyzing every word Isabella spoke, every gesture, every inconsistency in her story.He knew he couldn’t let himself be swept up in the drama she so skillfully wove. He had to play it safe, get answers before confronting her with what he really knew.His mind kept analyzing the images of his pale fiancée standing before that man in

Isabella didn't answer. She just stared at Natalia with her arms crossed, her eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and defiance.Natalia, who was trying to concentrate on getting her poses right, finally lost her patience. She turned toward Isabella, her expression a mix of irritation and defiance.“What the hell are you staring at me for?” she snapped, dropping her arms in exasperation.Isabella hissed through clenched teeth; her voice was barely a venom-laced whisper.“I bet you’re happy now, aren’t you?” she spat.Natalia looked at her in disbelief, as if Isabella had completely lost her mind. With a weary sigh, she turned her back on her and began to roll up her mat.“I don’t have time for you or your cheap drama,” she said with disdain; her words were as sharp as a knife.Natalia’s indifferent tone seemed to ignite a spark in Isabella, who grabbed her arm roughly. Natalia spun around quickly, pulling away forcefully.“If you touch me again, Isabella, you’ll regret it,” she sa

Keiden, oblivious to the emotions swirling inside Simon, approached Natalia.“I heard your voicemail,” he said, his tone somewhat calmer but just as concerned.“My voicemail?” Natalia repeated, frowning. Suddenly, a fleeting memory crossed her mind: she hadn’t finished the call when the police officer appeared at her door. Obviously, the call had gone to voicemail.“The officer said they were taking you to the station,” Keiden continued, explaining himself. “I found out which ones were closest to your house and came as fast as I could.”Natalia felt a wave of relief upon hearing this. Her shoulders, tense for hours, relaxed slightly as a faint sigh escaped her lips.“Thank you…” she murmured, her voice full of sincerity. “Thank you for coming.”Simon crossed his arms, trying to look indifferent, but his eyes remained fixed on Keiden, who was now leaning down to examine Nathan.“Is the boy okay?” Keiden asked, his tone so genuine that it further inflamed Simon’s pent-up anger.Natalia

Hours earlier…Simon opened the door to his house, and the first thing he heard was Isabella’s dramatic sobbing echoing through the hallway. His patience, already worn thin by the weight of the day, faltered a little more.He closed the door calmly, taking a deep breath so he wouldn’t explode prematurely. The memory of Natalia with Keiden still tormented him, and Nathan’s obvious affection for that man caused a lump in his throat that he couldn’t shake.As he turned toward the living room, he found Isabella sitting on the sofa, a victimized expression framing her bruised face. As soon as she saw him, she ran toward him, pointing to her swollen nose and bruised eyes.“Look what she did to me!” she screamed, dramatizing every word. “That woman is a savage.”Simon sighed with resignation, trying to gather his thoughts before speaking.“What are you talking about now, Isabella?”“Natalia! Who else could it be?” she replied in a shrill voice. “I ran into her at the yoga studio and she hit