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Thirty nine

Author: Minnah
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-15 04:16:07
{CHICAGO} 12 PM

The sunlight filtered through the tall windows of Yulia’s studio, casting soft gold on the paint-smeared floor.

She sat hunched over her sketch board, the tip of her brush gliding across the paper in confident strokes. Every line brought the gown to life, a piece of art she had already imagined draped on a runway.

Sketching, painting, designing gowns was her talent, not modelling. She only had passion for it because of Thalia. She has this inferior complex when it comes to Thalia, she always wanted to do what she's doing.

Modelling had always been Thalia’s stage, not hers. But because her sister could catwalk and shine, Yulia had once forced herself to compete in that same world, chasing a spotlight that never fit her. The memory stung, but she shrugged it off.

Those days are gone, anyway.

Ever since she came back to Chicago, before she married Franklin, she had built something of her own. She sold her designs. She hustled so well. She created a source of
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    Thalia smiled faintly as she pushed her chair back, her smile was polite and detached at the same time, her fingers already closing around her purse, she couldn't even bear to sit and be talking to him, she felt so irritated. She had barely taken a step when his hand caught hers. She froze and looked down slowly at their joined hands. Franklin’s grip wasn’t firm, yet it carried desperation. His fingers trembled slightly, as if holding her was the only thing keeping him upright. She lifted her gaze to his face and found him staring at her like a man drowning, begging for air from her. “Please, Lia,” he said softly, sounding almost broken. “Let’s talk a little longer.” A scoff slipped past her lips before she could stop it. She shook her head, disbelief etched across her face, then pulled her hand free and sat down again. “What’s wrong?” she asked, irritation lacing her voice. “What could possibly be left to say?” Franklin opened his mouth, closed it, then exhale

  • Dear Husband my ex is back    111

    Jay was still at the chapel. He sat quietly on the wooden bench where he had been sitting for hours now, his small legs dangling just above the tiled floor, his hands folded loosely on his lap. In front of him, Tracey's picture was resting on the stand near the altar, smiling at him. Everyone had been hurt by Tracey’s death, there was no denying that but he was hurt the most because Tracey and him were always together all day. He didn't go home because the mansion had felt heavier since that day, the walls echoing with a grief that refused to settle. But Jay…it was different for him. He was the one who had lost a twin. The one who had lost the person who shared his world, his secrets, his silence. He was the one who was hurt the most. Home didn’t feel like home anymore. Every hallway reminded him of Tracey running past him. Every staircase echoed with her laughter. Even their room was untouched, perfectly arranged, it felt like a trap waiting to break him open all over again. Tha

  • Dear Husband my ex is back    110

    Meanwhile, Orion drove straight into the mansion the moment the security informed him that Thalia was in the premises. He didn’t bother asking questions nor did he slow down. The iron gates slid open and he sped in, his mind racing with possibilities he didn’t want to name. Thalia has never been here before. Her presence alone felt like a warning. The car came to a halt and immediately, Rosy stepped out with Jewel beside her. Both of them hurried inside, worries written plainly on Rosy’s face. The hall was empty. No servants standing by. No familiar chatter. Just a heavy silence that pressed against their ears. Then they heard noises and raised voices. A sharp, unhinged laugh, something crashing against the floor. The sound came from the living room. Rosy slowed at first, her heart pounding. She glanced at Orion, fear tightening her chest. “Orion,” she said carefully, “I hope your sister doesn’t do anything to Thalia.” Orion didn’t reply. He had already turned sharpl

  • Dear Husband my ex is back    109

    “Eliana,” she muttered, her eyes blazing with resolve, “you’ll have to answer to me this time around.” And she pressed harder on the accelerator.Thalia didn’t remember how she got there. She only knew that at some point, the road curved into a long, private driveway lined with towering iron gates and silent cameras. And it was boldly written on the signboard—Smith's Mansion. She had never stepped foot there before, had never needed to. But now, standing outside the mansion with her hands trembling slightly at her sides, she felt like fate had dragged her here by the throat, she has to confront Eliana today or never. The car engine became silent as she switched off the engine. The silence that followed was loud. She stepped out, her heels clicking against the tiled pavement, the black gown clinging to her body. Before she could take more than three steps, two security men appeared, blocking her path with professional stiffness. “Ma’am,” one of them said politely but firmly, “w

  • Dear Husband my ex is back    108

    Thalia broke the hug slowly, as if pulling away might shatter what little strength she had left. Her arms fell to her sides, heavy, useless. She was sad beyond words could explain yet somewhere beneath the grief, there was a faint warmth. The warmth that reminded her she wasn’t alone. That her husband was still here, holding her together when she was already falling apart. Her lips trembled. “I don’t know if I can do this,” Thalia whispered, her voice cracked midway. George didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he lifted his hands and cupped her cheeks gently, his palms warm against her cold skin. His thumbs brushed away the tears she hadn’t even realized were falling, his eyes staring deeply into her teary eyes. “Right now,” he said quietly, carefully choosing his words, “we have to go to the chapel. Then we bury Tracey.” His throat tightened, but he continued. “After that...you have to be at the court.” Her breath hitched. “Can’t I avoid it?” she asked, almost pleading. “Just fo

  • Dear Husband my ex is back    107

    George didn’t wait for another word. He rose to his feet slowly, gently slid his arms around Thalia’s waist and pulled her into him. She didn’t fight it, her body melted into his chest as though the strength holding her upright finally collapsed. Her face pressed into his shoulder, her breath shaky, her palms gripping the back of his shirt as if holding onto the last piece of stability she had left.For the first time since Tracey’s death, Thalia allowed herself the luxury of leaning on someone.Not as a mother.Not as a fighter.Not as a woman drowning in questions, grief, and fury.But simply as a human being who was tired, so unbearably tired.George held her with a firmness that didn’t suffocate her. His hands slid up and down her back slowly, grounding her with every motion. He didn’t speak. He didn’t rush her. He simply held her like she was the center of his universe, and if he let go, she would fall apart.He rested his chin gently on her hair.“You’re safe,” he whispered eve

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