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THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS FORTY-FIVE
ELENA Alex sat in the visitor’s chair, crossing one leg over the other as though he were in a boardroom instead of a hospital room that smelled faintly of antiseptic and depression. His tablet rested in his lap, screen glowing with a list of names so long I felt dizzy just looking at them. “Banquet invitations,” he said, tapping the screen with a smug grin. “New York’s elite. Europe’s elite. Asia’s elite. Every billionaire who thinks they’re important, though compared to us, they’re hobbyists.” I snorted. “You really love showing off, huh?” “Sweetheart,” Alex said, without shame, “if you don’t show off, people forget you exist. And we don’t do ‘forgotten’ in the Hart family.” I leaned back on my pillows and chewed the inside of my cheek. My headache was finally gone, but my mind… my mind felt bruised. I felt bruised. Alex scrolled again. "So far, invitations have gone out to every major investor, business partner, and royal we can tolerate.” “Royal?” I blinked. He
THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS FIFTY-FOUR
ELENA The second Damian walked out of the room, shoulders stiff, pride bleeding out of him with every step, the entire atmosphere shifted. It was like someone finally cracked open a window in a suffocating room. Alex waited until the door clicked shut… then he moved. He sat down right where Damian had been sitting, lowering himself with that quiet confidence only men like him possessed men who didn’t need to announce their power. Men who just were powerful. He took my hand. Warm, steady, familiar in a way that almost broke me. “Elena,” he murmured, thumb brushing over my knuckles. My chest tightened, and before I knew it, tears pricked my eyes. I swallowed hard. “Uncle Alex… how—how did you even know I was here?” My voice was still hoarse, but at least it didn’t feel like sandpaper now. He raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget who I am?” That made me laugh. A broken, tiny, but real laugh. “Okay, okay,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “Point taken. I’m just… really glad you’
THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS FIFTY-THREE
DAMIAN The moment that voice cut through the room, deep, cold, and far too comfortable giving orders, and my spine locked up. “You heard her; leave now.” I turned, slowly, and the man leaning in the doorway looked like he’d stepped straight out of a tailored revenge fantasy. Dark suit, darker stare, and an expression that said he’d buried men for breathing in his direction. Elena whispered something under her breath, too soft even for me to catch it, but her eyes, they, widened. Recognition and amiliarity. Which immediately irritated the hell out of me. Her mother gasped softly and practically ran towards him, hugging him like a prodigal son. Just perfect. The man stepped into the room, his hand resting briefly on Elena’s mother’s back before he turned to me again. His eyes raked over me like he was measuring whether I’d fit in the trunk of a car. “Gentlemen usually leave when a lady asks,” he said, calm, in that infuriating older-man-knows-everything tone. “I don’t like
THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS FIFTY-TWO
ELENA I didn’t even hesitate. I stepped out the front door barefoot, hair a mess, face still streaked with dried cemetery dirt. If they wanted a fragile, shaken, grieving Elena, they were in for a wake-up call. Both of them turned when they heard me. Cathy looked like she’d seen a ghost. Damian looked like he’d finally seen the consequence of all his sins at once. Good. “What did you mean about Angela?” I demanded. Just the truth I’d been starved for. Cathy blinked rapidly, her hands lifting in that “baby, wait, let’s talk about this inside” motherly panic. “Elena, sweetheart—” “Don’t.” My voice cracked, but I didn’t let it break. “What. Did you. Mean?” Her eyes darted to Damian like she expected him to magically fix the situation. He didn’t move or blink. He even didn’t say a single damn thing. I snapped. “And what did you mean about an EMPTY GRAVE?” I screamed. Cathy jumped. “Elena—” “Don’t lie to me! Don’t you DARE lie to me right now! What EMPTY GRAVE?! What did you
THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS FIFTY-ONE
ELENAThe door shut with a soft click, but in my head, it slammed like an earthquake.For a moment, I just stared at the ceiling. The room felt brighter without him in it; lighter and yet somehow heavier at the same time. My chest was tight, like all the air had been folded and tucked away somewhere I couldn’t reach.My mother let out a long exhale, the kind she usually saved for receipts, flat tires, and tax season.“Well,” she said, sitting beside me and smoothing my hair back, “that was dramatic.”I snorted, which immediately made my skull pound. “Don’t start.”“Oh, I’m starting,” she said. “You fainted like a Victorian woman who just found out corsets cause long-term spinal damage. You scared the life out of me.”“I’m fine,” I muttered.“No, you are not fine,” she shot back. “You haven’t slept. You haven’t eaten. You’re stressed. And you’ve been trying to carry the world on your back when you barely weigh as much as one grocery bag.”“Wow,” I mumbled, “tell me how you really feel
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DAMIANCathy’s voice sliced through the room like a blade.“What!?”Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes bulging, her face turning a terrifying shade of white. My stomach dropped. I stood up too fast, knocking my knee against the coffee table. “Ms. Cathy—”“What did you just say?” she choked out. “Damian… WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?”Shit. She heard everything. Every single thing. My mouth went dry. My pulse hammered so hard I felt it in my throat.“Cathy, you need to calm down—”“CALM DOWN?” she shrieked, stumbling into the room and pointing a trembling finger at me. “You’re telling me my granddaughter, my ELENA’S baby has been ALIVE?”Her voice cracked into something feral, devastated.“And you HID HER!?”I raked a hand through my hair, pacing once, twice, fighting the urge to slam my fist through the wall.“It wasn’t like that—”“DON’T LIE TO ME!”I flinched. She had every right to be angry, but the sound still hit deep.She rushed to Elena’s bedside, hovering over her daughter with t
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