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The Dance Fairy
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Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back Unanswered Questions
Lyvanne’s POV… The soft hum of the air conditioner filled my office as silence settled between us. Rovan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with one hand tucked into his pocket, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored black suit. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the polished floor, making the room feel warmer than it actually was. I closed the file I'd been pretending to read and leaned back in my chair. “So…” I folded my arms. “You came all the way here just to stare out my window?” A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he turned around to look at me. He sighed, walking a few inches away from the window. “I came because you're going back to your house tonight,” he stated. “Well, I usually do,” I responded with a calm voice, my hands resting on the armrest of the executive chair I was sitting on. “I don't think you should.” His e
Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back The Evidence
Alexander's POV… “I would rather not involve you,” I looked at my mother. “But since you insist on knowing why…” I unlocked my phone as I bit my lower lip. “… I'll let the evidence speak for itself.” My mother stared at the phone, confusion written all over her face. “What evidence?” I met Isabelle's terrified gaze before answering. “The kind that no amount of tears can erase,” I giggled. The color drained completely from Isabelle's face as her entire body began to tremble. For the first time since my mother arrived… She stopped crying. Why? Because she finally realized… The truth was about to speak for itself. But guess what… As I scrolled through my phone, there was nothing, nothing as evidence to back up my claim about what I was about to tell my mom that Isabelle did that triggered the
Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back A Mother's Doubt
Alexander's POV… I didn't have to guess who had called my mom. Only one person would run to my mother before facing the consequences of her actions. That one person is no other person than Isabella Huston, the little b!tch who followed my mom inside the house a few seconds ago. Here I am standing outside, thinking if I should follow them inside or go out there searching for Lyvanne. I was pacing up and down wondering what to do next. ‘Perhaps this is the only opportunity I have to end everything with Isabella if I expose her to my mother.’ In the end, I made up my mind… I made up my mind to put an end to all this nonsense that has been happening. The moment I entered the grand parlor, my eyes landed on the two women seated on the luxurious sofa. My mother, Jessica Saint. And beside her… Was Isabella… . Isabella Huston. She
Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back The Evidence Needed
Isabella's POV… I waited for what seemed like years just for Jessica Saint to arrive in the city. It was as if she wasn't willing to come back, but she did, at last. Of course, there was no other way to confront Alexander than using his mom, his weakness. He always obeys everything she asks him to do, and I'm certain this one won't be different from the other ones. Indeed, Alexander was a mummy's boy… lol… Guess what, I went to the airport to pick up Mrs. Saint without Alexander's knowledge that his mother was coming back to the city that day. As we drove into the mansion, my eyes landed on Alexander, who seemed to be rushing as though he was heading for an urgent meeting. He halted immediately when he saw the SUV car entering the house. Looking through the window, I could tell how confused and curious he was to comprehend what was happening. Before Mrs. Saint could drop from the car, a f
Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back The Question Behind the Order
Lyvanne's POV… Louis stood rigidly in the middle of the parlor, his gloved hands clasped behind his back. Rovan, who left us earlier, offered him a seat, but he declined. His face was clouded with anger like someone who was heartbroken. His facial expression meant one thing to me. It's either there was an attack or he has sighted a threat, and he wanted to inform me about it. “Louis,” I finally broke the silence between us. “I occasionally see you looking stressed out and not this moody. If I may ask, what's bothering you, and why are you here for us to discuss rather than waiting for me to return home?” He swallowed, lifted his gaze, and looked at me before averting his gaze away. He hesitated, something he rarely did. “With all due respect…” His gaze returned to me again. “Why did you ask us to go home?” Silence stretched between us for a moment as I sat o
Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back Vivienne’s Presence
Rovan's POV… I couldn't tell how this happened, but I'm glad it happened. I didn't plan for this, so I guess it's fate, and thank goodness she didn't reject me. It would have been my worst experience with a lady in my whole life. Suddenly, they retreated, causing me to quickly open my eyes in fear. As we stared at each other for a moment, the silence between us stretched, not awkward, but fragile. Lyvanne sat on the bed, sunlight spilling across the bed that was covered with a white duvet. Her fingers tightened around the untouched coffee cup before she finally set it aside. “I've been trying so hard not to fall apart," she whispered. “You don't have to pretend with me,” I responded, our eyes still locked on each other. Those six words unraveled the last thread holding her together. “I hate
Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back It's Nothing to Be Helped by an Enemy
Lyvanne’s POVThe silence in the room was deafening, my gaze never leaving him. The atmosphere was so quiet, like a graveyard.I watched Alexander standing frozen by the door, my question still hanging heavily in the air. I was desperate to hear what he had to say.“Why did you help me?” I asked on
Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back You have a call
Lyvanne's POVThe studio buzzed with pressure, fabric rustled, machines hummed, staff moving quickly as if the very floor beneath them would catch fire if they slowed down.I stood in the center of the busy office, a storm in heels, snapping out instructions like a general in battle. It has always
Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back You Aren't Safe
Lyvanne’s POVThe faint hum of my laptop filled the room as I clicked the power button. The screen lit up, and then—my heart stopped. A bold, red warning flashed across the screen:“Just because you survive doesn’t mean you are safe.”A cold shiver ran down my
Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back You Have No Right to Be Here
The engine of the car hummed under my feet, but it was the silence that pressed against my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this disoriented. My thoughts were scattered, struggling to piece together the events that led us here. The image of Alexander’s bloodied form kept
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