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THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS TWENTY-EIGHT
ELENAI was standing in front of the mirror, tugging at the lapel of my blazer, wondering for the hundredth time why I’d agreed to meet Damian in the first place. The reflection staring back at me looked too composed for how I actually felt inside. Irritated, restless, and mildly homicidal.I sighed, slipped on my heels, and muttered to myself, “The sooner I get this over with, the sooner he can crawl back under whatever rock he came from.”My phone buzzed on the counter just as I reached for my bag. I frowned, then smiled when I saw the name flashing on the screen. Uncle Alex.“Uncle!” I greeted, my voice softening as I answered. “You’re up early, or did you just not sleep again?”“Ah, Elena, my darling girl,” he said in that familiar, booming voice that could fill an entire ballroom. “I thought I’d check up on my favourite niece before you forget I exist entirely.”I laughed. “You mean before you send someone to drag me back to London by my hair?”“Don’t tempt me,” he said dryly. “
THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS TWENTY-SEVEN
DAMIAN The meeting finally wrapped up, and I watched Elena talk to Lucas Baker with that calm, effortless authority she always had. I could see it, the way Lucas listened, hanging on her every word, nodding, laughing politely at the right moments. And there she was, three years gone, and suddenly she was… untouchable. She’d left everything behind after our divorce, walked away from me, from her life, from me and now she stood there like some untouchable queen of her own empire. How did she do it? How did she become this… woman? She couldn’t have done it alone. The foundation, the money, the connections, the sheer audacity to rise that high in just three years, there had to be a man behind her. Maybe Lucas, maybe someone else. I didn’t know. But I felt that familiar twist in my chest, the jealous ex’s irritation, and the uneasy prick of admiration all wrapped together. And that last name, Hart. Did she get married? Was he the man who gave her wings?
THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS TWENTY-SIX
DAMIANMorning sunlight spilled across my desk, far too bright for the kind of day I was about to have. The city was already awake, emails pouring in, meetings lined up, and the never-ending rhythm of business. Yet my mind wasn’t on numbers, contracts, or mergers.It was on her.Elena.And the damn conversation I’d been trying to have since the day she came back.Every time I got close, someone interrupted, something exploded (literally, once), or she just turned that sharp tongue of hers on me and walked away like I was nothing more than a bad memory she’d outgrown.But today was going to be different.The foundation meeting was scheduled for ten. She’d have to be there. I’d make sure of it. And this time, I wasn’t leaving until I told her the truth about Angela.Her daughter.My chest tightened at the thought. God, that word still hit differently. Her daughter. For three years, I’d lived in that twisted paradox, raising a child I thought was ours while watching the woman who gave bi
THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS TWENTY-FIVE
ELENAI sat near the glass wall, knees pulled up, a cup of coffee cradled between my palms like it could steady my thoughts.But it couldn’t.My reflection in the glass looked exhausted like someone who hadn’t slept properly in days. Which was true. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying last night—the confrontation, Damian calling out to Mr. Blake, my mother’s face when I snapped at her… the way she walked home beside me in silence.A small part of me wanted to believe I had been right to be angry, but another part kept whispering that I’d gone too far. She was still my mother. I’d acted like a storm when maybe she just needed calm.I sighed, blowing lightly on my coffee, watching the swirl of steam vanish. Maybe an apology was overdue.Just as I lifted the cup to my lips, I heard her, “Good morning, sweetheart.”My mother waltzed into the living room as if last night’s disaster hadn’t happened, her robe tied neatly around her waist, hair brushed, face calm, composed, unreadable. I shot u
THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS TWENTY-FOUR
ELENAI froze the moment Damian moved.His sudden step forward snapped me out of my thoughts, and instinctively, I reached for his arm. “Damian, don’t!” I hissed under my breath, tugging at his sleeve, but it was too late.“Mr. Blake!” he called out, his voice firm and steady, slicing through the still night air.Both my mother and Mr. Blake, the father of his precious Isabelle turned at once. Their faces mirrored the same shock, the same guilt, as if they’d been caught in a crime scene rather than a quiet street corner. My mother’s eyes darted from Damian to me, wide with disbelief. “Elena?” she breathed, as though seeing a ghost.I stepped out from the shadow, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Mom,” I said, my voice trembling more from anger than fear. “What are you doing here?”She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. And then I turned to Mr. Blake, my throat tightening. “And you, what are you doing with my mother at this hour?”The two of them exchanged a look. Not a simple on
THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS TWENTY-THREE
ELENA It had been three years since I walked away from Damian, from everything. Three years since I left this city with nothing but a broken heart and a baby that never got the chance to breathe. I hadn’t taken a cent from him, not even a backwards glance. And yet here I was again, rebuilt, reborn, and walking beside the very man I’d sworn never to face again.The silence between us was heavy. Each step echoed with the ghosts of the past, and I could feel his gaze on me studying, questioning, doubting.He had every right to wonder. How had I managed to build the largest children’s Foundation from nothing? How had I risen from the ashes of what we were? I could feel his curiosity pulsing beside me like static in the air, though he said nothing. For once, I was grateful for his restraint.But something else tugged at my attention. My mother. The memory of her leaving the house late at night for the third time this week had gnawed at me all day. I was here tonight to find out why. My pu
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