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Prove Yourself

Author: Dara W
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-15 23:34:16

Maya stood quietly by the window of the workshop, the hum of sewing machines and chatter of designers filling the air behind her. The sunlight touched her face, but she didn’t feel its warmth. She had been working here for days now—still doing only small tasks. Sorting fabric samples. Ironing finished pieces. Occasionally stitching minor corrections on sleeves or hems.

She had not once been asked to design. Not once been invited to client fittings. No measurements. No creative input.

Every morning, she came in early and left late. She observed everything, memorized the work processes, and helped whoever needed her. But despite her efforts, she remained stuck on the sidelines.

The others around her had started to notice, too. Some of them gave her sympathetic looks. Others stayed quiet. But she could feel the judgment in the air, the silent whispers.

“She’s only here because of Elias.”

“Maybe she used connections to get in.”

“She can’t really design, that’s why they keep her away from
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  • Longing For My Ex-Wife   A Shared Discovery

    The kettle let out a soft whistle as the water began to boil. Maya quickly turned off the stove and poured the hot water into two mugs. Her hands were still slightly shaky, but she did her best to hide it. She carried the mugs to the table, where Elias sat waiting, calm as ever.“Thanks,” he said gently, taking the mug from her.Maya nodded and sat down across from him. For a few moments, they sipped in silence. But the quiet wasn’t uncomfortable—it gave Maya the space to think. She needed to tell him. She couldn’t keep it all bottled up anymore.“I just got back from seeing someone,” she said at last, her voice low. “A little girl named Anika.”Elias looked up, his interest piqued. “The same one you told me about before? The client?”Maya nodded slowly. “Yes. But today was different. I spent time with her. Not for work. Her guardians called me and said Anika wanted to see me again. They offered to pay, but I said no.”Elias tilted his head slightly. “You must’ve made quite an impress

  • Longing For My Ex-Wife   The One who came for her

    The drive home was quiet, but Maya couldn’t stop smiling.Every moment she had spent with Anika replayed in her head like a gentle dream...the little girl’s laughter, the way her tiny fingers held hers, the soft hug, and the way she’d said, “You make me feel happy.”Why was she feeling like this?It wasn’t just fondness. It was deeper—like her heart was reaching for something lost and finally found again.Could it be possible?As she parked her car near her apartment complex, the peaceful warmth inside her chest began to cool. A cold breeze seemed to brush past her heart.Her hand froze on the door handle.He was there.Daniel.Standing like a shadow near the steps, arms crossed, leaning against her building like he belonged there. Like he had any right to wait for her.Maya inhaled. She slowly stepped out, her face returning to the cold calm she had learned to wear like armor.She didn’t look at him. She didn’t speak. She just walked.Past him.But then...a grip. His fingers wrapped

  • Longing For My Ex-Wife   A Mother’s Chance

    It was a normal day at Verano Studio. Maya sat in her office, focused on her work. Her sketchpad was open on the table, filled with rough ideas and half-finished designs. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of other designers moving about in the hallway.Her thoughts were scattered. Every time she picked up her pencil, her mind wandered to the child client—Anika.There was something about her. Something Maya couldn’t explain.She started sketching a new idea when someone knocked on her door.“Excuse me, Miss Maya,” a staff member said, peeking in. “There’s a phone call for you. It sounds important.”Maya stood up at once. “Thank you,” she said, trying to hide the small wave of nervousness rising in her chest. Her heart beating a little faster. She didn’t know who would be calling her here, but something about the staff member’s tone made her curious.She followed the hallway to the front desk. A phone sat on the counter, waiting for her. The receptionist handed it to her wi

  • Longing For My Ex-Wife    A Mother’s Instinct

    The sky was overcast that morning, casting a pale light over the city. Maya sat at the small table near her apartment window, sipping warm tea and staring outside. But her eyes weren’t focused on the streets or the people walking by. Her mind was somewhere else—back in the fitting room, with that child.It had been two days since the little girl returned to try on the designs Maya had created. Everything had gone smoothly at first. The girl had laughed, twirled in the mirror, and happily chatted with Maya while changing outfits. But there was something strange about that day—something that had shaken Maya to her core.She couldn’t forget the child’s presence. The moment the girl had stepped into the room, Maya had felt it—that same, inexplicable feeling she had experienced the first time they met. Like a tug deep in her chest. It wasn’t logical, and it wasn’t something she could explain with words. But it was real.Even now, the thought of it made Maya grip her teacup tighter.It wasn

  • Longing For My Ex-Wife   A Familiar Mark

    The day had been quiet so far at Verano Studio. Most of the staff were busy working on ongoing projects, their heads bent over fabric samples and design drafts. Maya had kept to herself, organizing the sketches she had prepared for the young client. Anika and her family were expected to return that afternoon to try on the clothes Maya had designed.When the time finally came, Maya stood near the fitting room, waiting. Her hands were steady, but her thoughts were full. She had spent days perfecting each piece—every hem, button, and detail had been created with care and inspiration. She didn’t know why, but something about Anika had moved her deeply, in a way she couldn’t explain.The little girl arrived holding her nanny’s hand. Her face lit up the moment she saw Maya.“You’re the one who made the clothes!”Anika beamed.Maya smiled, warmth filling her chest. “Yes, and they’re all ready for you to try on.”Anika was taken to the fitting room. Maya followed her inside to assist with the

  • Longing For My Ex-Wife   A Spark of Recognition

    The day at Verano Studio began like any other. The space was already alive with quiet movement, footsteps echoing on the polished floors, distant voices murmuring over fabric samples. Maya arrived early, just as she always did, dressed simply but neatly. Her sketchpad was tucked under her arm, and her heart was calm—steady with quiet determination.Today was important. The distinguished client the director had mentioned was coming. Maya had spent the days preparing mentally, though she had little idea what to expect. She wasn’t nervous, just focused. This was her chance to prove herself not through words, but through her work.The studio buzzed with activity. Assistants hurried about, carrying fabrics and tablets. Designers whispered to each other, glancing Maya’s way now and then. No one said anything out loud, but their curiosity was clear—who was this woman Elias had brought in? And why did she seem so calm?Leona stood near the front desk, adjusting her jacket and checking her wa

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