His Loss: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back

Cassian’s POVThe very second she opened the door to get out, I thought that was it. But then the door creaked open a little wider, and she collided with someone.“Sorry again, Mrs. Hale” my lawyer, Davis, apologized and just had to change the topic. “Elara. Do you have a moment?” I almost rolled my eyes. He had a fancy for always having the wrong timing.Elara paused for a moment and then nodded once and as she moved out of the way, stepping back into the office with him. She didn’t even glance back at me.Davis entered with the folders I’d told him to get ready a week ago. The folder contained every asset broken down, the complete settlement offer and the goddamn penthouse I hated anyway but still bought it for her, because she said it was the right kind of light or some shit she could breathe in. She had no idea about the private account. It was an account I had created and hid away from her, years ago in her own name.Just in case.“Here’s the full agreement,” Davis said, sett

Elara’s POVAnd here it was again, that feeling that comes, just after sunrise. At first, I figured it was due to the remnants of the leftover croissant that I had eaten only a little of the day before. But then again, I thought of it as it wasn’t the first time this was happening. It began three days ago, and it came only in the mornings and just after I would wake up, and it didn’t linger. And yet I could not overlook the pattern.I sat on the edge of the guest bed in the small Parisian apartment I’d rented, with my hand on my stomach. The room was gloomy, and the curtains were still drawn. My skin felt funny and I felt a sour taste in my mouth.Needing some calm, I stood, went to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on my face. Once I had finished, I stared at my face in the mirror. I looked pale and had a bit of sleepy eyes. But it was difficult to tell if I was actually sick. My phone buzzed and Adrian's name flashed on the screen.“Are you still up for that coffee? I was a