My Ex Husband Chose My Sister: Now he wants me back Too Late

MILLY.The bruise had already started forming. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, fingers hovering just above the purple mark staining the side of my cheek. Even under layers of concealer, it still showed faintly.Like my marriage. No matter how hard I tried to cover it, the damage always found its way through.I looked away from the mirror and gripped the edge of the sink instead. My eyes burned from lack of sleep. Isaac never came back home last night. Not that I expected him to.The memory of the door slamming in my face replayed inside my head like a curse. “The woman I was with tonight actually knows how to keep me happy.”My stomach twisted violently.I reached for my wedding ring on instinct before stopping myself halfway. The diamond glittered mockingly under the bathroom light.Five years.Five whole years wearing this thing like it meant something sacred.I slid it back onto my finger anyway.A bitter laugh escaped me as I grabbed my handbag from the counte

DECLAN. “I said no.” My grandfather’s jaw tightened across the video call screen. “You’re twenty-nine years old, Declan.” “And?” “And acting like a damn teenager.” I leaned back against the leather chair inside my penthouse office, loosening the tie around my neck slowly. The city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows blurred against the rain. It had already been a long day before he called. Now it was unbearable. “You finished your master’s degree two years ago,” he continued sharply. “You’re already running half the company's operations. It’s time you settled down.” A humorless laugh escaped me. There it was. The real topic. Marriage. Again. “I’m not marrying some stranger to satisfy your obsession with legacy.” “You’ll do exactly what needs to be done.” I rubbed my jaw tiredly. “You mean exactly what you want.” My grandfather’s expression darkened immediately. Richard Laurent didn’t like being challenged. Not by politicians. Not by billionaires. And cert