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Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Lovebirds
ELARA“How do you feel now?” Killian asked me as we stepped out into a private terrace undisturbed by the noise and glamour of the large hall where the gala was taking place. “Better, thank you,” I murmured, inhaling deeply. The air was crispy, smelling faintly of jasmine.I wasn’t sure how he had found out I was uncomfortable with the large influx of people coming to greet us, to make connections, to pitch business ideas; I wasn’t sure how he knew I was tired of it all, that I wanted some break, but he did, somehow he did, and led me out here, away from the noise and clatter, away from the vultures. “Thank you, really,” I repeated, turning aside to look at him. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking ahead. The terrace was bathed in a tranquil stillness, the evening breeze fanning through the planted trees with a soft rustle. He led me to a bench, and we both sat down, leaving a sliver of space between us. My thoughts tried to drift toward the complexity of the night, bu
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Insecure
SHAWN“Who is that?” I sighed, my shoulders sagging, having no wish to talk at all. My head throbbed with the remnants of the gala's noise, and I just wanted to do what I came here to do—find some way to sleep and gather my wits together. Hopefully, Miranda hadn’t known or seen what had happened at the gala yet; I couldn't stomach another lecture on my failures. “Who is that?” she repeated, her voice sharp with a suspicion that set my teeth on edge. I sighed again, a loud, terrible thing, echoing in the hallway. There was a hole in the door for her to peep through and know exactly who stood there, so I couldn't understand the fuss. That should have been my first warning that there was fire on the mountain, but my nerves were too frayed by the complications of the night to pay attention to the signs. I just wanted to be inside.“Open the door, Miranda. It’s me,” I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. There was a hesitation—a second sign I ignored in my exhaustion.
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Mom, be careful!
SHAWN“Shawn, why aren’t you saying anything?” My mother’s voice pierced through the heavy silence of the car as we drove away from the wreckage of the gala. “You have been quiet since we left.” I ignored her, staring out the passenger window at the blurred city lights. My fingers tapped a rhythmic beat on my thigh, the only outlet for the nervous energy humming in my veins. “Shawn, answer your mother.” I let out a weary sigh at my grandfather’s deadpan command. Did they truly have no concept of a breaking point? Didn’t they understand that I was either going to remain silent or go absolutely raving mad?“There is nothing to say, Mother. Drop it… please.” But my mother has never understood the concept of seasons, or when to let a dying fire burn out. “What do you mean by drop it? This is nothing to be dropped! We have to find a way to pay that bitch back! Do you know what this means for us? You just wasted sixty million dollars, Shawn! Sixty million because of a damaged pussy!”“
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Announcements
ELARAThe sight was better seen than imagined. Watching Shawn’s face contort at different angles, different expressions flashing across his features like a glitching screen—the most visible being sheer, soul-crushing disbelief—made every second of this drama worth it. His mouth hung open, his eyes unable to tear themselves away from me. There was a shimmering sheen in them now—real tears, finally—and I could see him trembling from across the room. I watched him with a hawk’s intensity, savoring the exact moment the realization struck: I wasn't the pawn he thought I was. I wasn't an asset to be traded by him or a tool to be wielded by my family. I was my own woman, the architect of my own life, and more importantly, the architect of his ruin. I threw him a cute, tilting smile, making sure the reality sank deep into his cerebrum before his ego could try to claw its way back to the surface. He gaped even further, and then, he laughed. It didn’t dampen my mood, though I was surpris
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Unhinged Heroine
SHAWN“Why didn’t you listen to your grandfather?” My mother asked as soon as I took my seat. I shrugged, refusing to look at her. I looked instead at my grandfather. His face was a blank mask of stone as he watched the podium where Silas was speaking in low tones with one of the moderators, but his knuckles were white where he grasped and released his staff. He was angry—a quiet, vibrating fury that I could feel in the air between us.But did it matter? Elara had forgiven me. The Vikings would stop their assault, the bleeding would stop, and we could finally breathe again. I could rebuild.“I couldn’t wait,” I muttered finally in response.“Well, you should have…” my mother bit out, her voice trembling. “Because now you have made everything worse!”I frowned, finally turning to her. “What do you mean? She said she forgave me.”My mother laughed, a harsh sound that sent a new wave of dread through me. “Silas Viking… you just embarrassed him. You think you are the one who looks fool
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Delusion
SHAWNThey were talking about me. I was sure of it. And from the calculative looks in their eyes, combined with the hardcore dread crawling up my spine—as if the humiliation I was already saddled with tonight wasn't enough—I knew the jewelry incident wasn't all they had for me. It wasn't all they had for my family tonight. My teeth gritted until my jaw ached as I looked at Elara. She was speaking to her father, or rather, agreeing to something he was saying, if the sharp, decisive nod was any indication. Was I to believe then that all this was the plan of her brothers, of her father? That would make sense. My Elara wouldn't do this to me; she wouldn't humiliate me this way, not after all we have been through. Her brothers and that opportunistic Killian were the ones pulling the strings. I just had to make Elara see it. I had to make her see that we still had a future, that it wasn't too late for us.“Mr. Lindays, please return to your seats… you are garnering much attention, whi
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