Prove Yourself

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• Longing For My Ex-Wife   Whispers and Shadows

  The days after the rescue were supposed to bring peace. Maya hoped that after Anika was safe, things would go back to normal. But they didn’t. In fact, everything got worse.At first, there were only whispers—small things that Maya could ignore. A few people stared at her longer than usual when she walked into a room. Some designers, who once smiled and greeted her kindly, now looked away or quickly found reasons to leave the conversation.Then, it began online.Maya didn’t notice it right away. She had been staying offline, trying to focus on work and Elias’s recovery. But one morning, she opened her email and saw an alert from a blog that sometimes wrote about fashion and design.The headline read: “Rising Star or Hidden Threat? Designer Linked to Kidnapping Scandal.”Her heart dropped.She clicked on it. The article didn’t use her name directly, but it mentioned enough to make it clear who they were talking about. It said a young designer, who recently grew close to a noble family

• Longing For My Ex-Wife   At a Standstill

  The days passed slowly after the chaos of the kidnapping. Maya returned to her daily routine, but nothing felt the same. Even when she tried to focus on her work, her mind was somewhere else—always circling back to what had happened. The faces of the kidnappers, the sound of the gunshot, Anika’s frightened eyes—none of it would leave her.And now, to make things worse, the investigation had reached a dead end.The police had questioned the kidnappers again and again. Each time, the same story came up.“She’s the one who hired us,” one of them insisted.“She told us her name was Maya,” the other added. “She gave us money and instructions.”But when the police showed them Maya’s photo, they looked confused.“That’s not her,” one of them had said.“She sounded different,” another muttered.Still, the kidnappers kept repeating Maya’s name. According to them, the woman who planned everything had called herself Maya, even though she didn’t look like her or sound like her. She had used a voi

• Longing For My Ex-Wife   Find the truth

  The hospital room was quiet, with only the soft beeping of the monitor and the gentle hum of machines in the background. Elias lay back against the pillows, his shoulder still wrapped in clean bandages. His breathing was steady now, and the color had returned to his face.Maya sat beside him, watching him rest. She had been there all night, refusing to leave. A tray of untouched food sat on the table. She hadn’t eaten much either. Her mind was still full of everything that had happened.After a long silence, Elias slowly opened his eyes. He looked over at her and gave a faint smile. “You’re still here.”“Of course,” Maya said softly, brushing her fingers through her hair. “I told you—I’m not going anywhere.”Elias moved slightly in bed and winced, but his eyes remained alert. “How are you holding up?” he asked.“I’m… okay,” Maya replied. “A little tired. A little scared. But I’m trying to stay strong.”He gave a small nod. “You always do.”They sat in silence for a moment, just listen

• Longing For My Ex-Wife   Relieved

  The cold night air brushed against Maya’s face as she stepped out of the police station. Her thoughts were racing, but one thing stood out above all—Elias. He had taken a bullet for her. He could have died. That thought made her heart ache.She didn’t waste a second. She rushed to the nearest road, flagged down a taxi, and gave the driver the name of the hospital. Her hands trembled the whole way there. Every moment felt like an hour.When she arrived at the hospital, Maya jumped out of the taxi and ran through the doors. Her heart beat so loudly she could hardly hear anything else. At the front desk, she struggled to speak clearly.“Elias Donovan… He was brought in earlier. He was shot,” she said, her voice shaky.The nurse behind the counter looked through the records. “He’s stable. He’s in Room 207, second floor. But please be quiet. He needs rest.”Maya nodded quickly. “Thank you.”She hurried to the elevator, her legs feeling weak. When she reached the second floor, she followed

• Longing For My Ex-Wife   Investigation

  The police station was quiet in the early hours of the morning. Outside, the city was beginning to wake, but inside the building, the air was tense and heavy. The lights were harsh. The walls echoed with every step, every whisper.Maya sat quietly in the small interview room. The walls felt cold and bare, the lights too bright. Her hands were clasped together in her lap, her fingers trembling slightly. She had never been in a situation like this before—accused of something so terrible. Her heart felt heavy, and her mind was spinning with questions.Her hands were still trembling slightly, even though she tried to keep them still on the table in front of her. Her heart was still racing from everything that had happened—the rescue, the gunshot, the rush of flashing lights. When the detectives entered, Maya lifted her head. Her eyes were tired and filled with confusion.“Miss Maya,” the lead detective began gently, “we just need to ask you a few questions. Please try to answer clearly

• Longing For My Ex-Wife   The real criminal

  The night air was filled with sirens and flashing red and blue lights as police cars lined the streets outside the old building. The once-quiet area was now crowded with officers, reporters, and flashing cameras. Yellow tape was pulled across the entrance as police secured the scene.Maya stood just outside, still catching her breath. Her heart was pounding in her chest. The fear, the panic, the chase—it was all still fresh in her mind. She didn’t care about any of it right now. Her eyes were fixed on one person.Anika.The little girl had just been rescued. She looked shaken but unharmed, her small frame wrapped in a thick blanket. Her hair was messy, and her cheeks were stained with tears, but she was safe. That was all that mattered. Anika held tightly onto Mrs. Denovan’s hand, not letting go for even a second.Mr. and Mrs. Denovan stood close to her, their faces pale and tense. They had been through a nightmare—but it was ending. When they saw that Anika was walking and unharme