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Longing For My Ex-Wife Date Night
The night of the so-called “date” arrived faster than Elias had expected. He stood in front of his mirror, buttoning the cuffs of a crisp white shirt. No tie, no blazer — just a casual, perfectly fitted shirt and dark jeans. He wasn’t dressing to impress. This wasn’t a real date to him; it was just an obligation, a performance to keep his grandmother’s temper in check.He stared at his own reflection for a moment, thinking of Maya. Even as he combed his hair into place, his phone sat on the nightstand, screen lighting up again and again with her picture from their last date. He had been calling her for hours earlier that day, leaving messages she didn’t answer. Not once. The rejection stung, but he couldn’t blame her. His grandmother had humiliated her in front of the entire family. If the situation were reversed, he wouldn’t want to speak to himself either.He sighed, slipping on his watch. This dinner wasn’t about romance, and he had no interest in indulging Rebecca’s fantasies. I
Longing For My Ex-Wife impossible
Rebecca stepped out of her room, her silk night robe swaying lightly as she stretched her arms. She had just finished a long phone call with one of her friends when she spotted her father standing at the end of the hallway, speaking with one of the house staff.“Rebecca,” he called out, his voice carrying a note of excitement. “Mrs Margaret carter just called. She’s arranged for you to have dinner with Elias tomorrow night.”The words barely left his mouth before Rebecca’s entire face lit up. “What? Are you serious?” she asked, her tone almost squealing with delight.Her father gave a satisfied nod. “It’s already set. She said Elias will be picking you up himself.”Rebecca could hardly contain herself. Her heart raced — not because she didn’t know Elias well, but because she had been waiting for this moment. She had been confident from the very beginning that Elias’s grandmother, Margaret Carter, would never accept Maya. In Rebecca’s mind, the reason was obvious: Maya was nothing but
Longing For My Ex-Wife Unacceptable
Elias’s car rolled through the massive gates of the Carter Estate, the tires crunching against the smooth gravel driveway. His jaw was tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel far harder than necessary. The events from the previous night replayed in his mind like a loop he couldn’t turn off—the look on Maya’s face, the way her hands trembled, the tears she had tried to hide before fleeing the dining room.He parked and stepped out without a glance at the beautiful landscaping or the butler who came forward to greet him. Elias had only one destination in mind—his grandmother’s study. He strode across the gleaming marble floors, his polished shoes clicking with each step, announcing his arrival before he even reached the door.When he pushed it open, Grandma Margaret was inside, seated in her high-backed chair near the window. A thin stream of sunlight fell over her silver hair, which was pinned neatly as always. She was speaking to her personal assistant, a tall, bespectacled man
Longing For My Ex-Wife Silence
After Maya finished eating the warm chicken and vegetable soup Colton had brought her, she took a long, shaky breath. The weight in her chest had eased only slightly, but the ache in her heart still lingered. She pushed the empty bowl aside and quietly murmured a “thank you” to her brother.Colton gave her a small nod, his expression still stormy. “Come on,” he said, standing up. “I’m taking you home. Mom and Dad need to see you.”The drive to the Denovan estate was quiet. Colton kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting near the gear shift, his jaw clenched. Every few minutes, he glanced at her as if checking to make sure she was still holding together. Maya sat back in her seat, staring out the window at the blur of buildings and trees passing by.Her mind kept replaying the scene from last night—the coldness in Grandma Margaret’s voice, the way the other family members had laughed, the shame that burned her cheeks. She gripped the hem of her dress in her fists, tryi
Longing For My Ex-Wife Not alone
The next morning, sunlight crept through the half-closed curtains of Maya’s bedroom, painting a soft golden glow across her small, quiet space. The air still felt heavy, as if last night’s emotions had soaked into the walls. Her pillow was damp from the tears she had shed until sleep finally claimed her.Her phone lay on the nightstand, screen dark, but when she reached for it and pressed the button, it lit up instantly—so many notifications crowded the screen that she blinked in disbelief. The call log was overflowing.Twenty-seven missed calls from Elias.Fourteen from Mom.Nine from Dad.And Colton’s name… over and over, so many times she didn’t bother counting.A new wave of exhaustion washed over her. She remembered every word, every look from last night. The humiliation still clung to her like smoke she couldn’t scrub off. She sighed shakily, setting the phone back down, when the soft creak of the bedroom door caught her attention.Colton stepped in, tall and serious, holding a
Longing For My Ex-Wife Hurts
Maya didn’t go to her parents’ house that night.The moment she stepped out of the Carter estate, she couldn’t even think straight. Her feet felt heavy, her mind blank. The humiliating words still rang in her ears, each one sharper than the last.Instead of calling Colton or telling the driver to take her to the Denovan estate, she flagged down a cab herself. She didn’t even care that she was still in the elegant dress her mother had insisted she wear, her hair and makeup still perfect on the outside. Inside, she was shattered.“Where to, ma’am?” the cab driver asked politely.She hesitated for a moment, then muttered her apartment address. Her voice was low, almost breaking, but she didn’t want anyone to see her cry—not yet.The ride felt endless. She kept her gaze fixed on the city lights rushing past the window, but her mind kept replaying Grandma Margaret’s voice over and over: “A lowlife like her… a poor girl like her… she’s just a mere fashion designer… she’s a gold digger…”Her
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