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Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Please, Don't Die
KILLIAN“Cancel the merger!”It didn't come out as my voice—not the smooth, measured baritone I used to close deals and dismantle rivals. It came out fractured. A growl dragged up from somewhere I didn't recognize in myself. "Cancel everything. Get my pilot on the line this second. If that runway isn't cleared in five minutes, I will tear the airport down with my bare hands."Nobody moved fast enough for me. Nobody ever would have, not in that moment, not with the entire earth tilting sideways under my feet.I didn't look back at the stunned, bloodless faces around that table. I didn't care what they'd tell the rest of the board, what rumors would spread through forty floors of glass and steel by morning, what this would cost the company by the time the markets opened. Let them talk. Let the merger burn to the ground if it had to.I turned on my heel and stormed out of the boardroom, my hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped the phone twice trying to dial my private security detail
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Code Red
KILLIANThe monotonous, droning voice of the senior vice president of operations bounced off the soundproof glass walls of the high-rise boardroom, but to me, it was nothing more than white noise. Meaningless syllables filling the air while my mind lived somewhere else entirely.I sat at the head of the polished obsidian conference table, my frame draped in a flawlessly tailored charcoal suit, my posture rigid—the very picture of an unyielding corporate titan commanding a multi-billion-dollar merger. That was what they saw, anyway. Behind the cold, impenetrable mask I'd spent a lifetime perfecting, I wasn't in that room at all.I was with Elara. On my bed.No... her bed.Actually, the location changed depending on how shameless my imagination decided to be. Sometimes we were tangled up in my sheets, sometimes hers, once—rather creatively—we never even made it to either bed.But the details didn't matter. I was with her. Laughing. Touching. Existing in that perfect little fantasy my b
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Collision
ELARAThe night air had turned cool by the time I finally neared the towering iron structure of the main gates, and I let out a soft huff of air, my breath fogging faintly in front of me. I'd severely underestimated the actual distance between my company and the outer perimeter.What had looked like a ten-minute walk on the was closer to twenty or more, and every one of those minutes was making itself known in my calves.My breathing came a bit fast now, more from the pace than the distance, and I grimaced slightly, thinking to myself that I really needed to start practicing yoga or cardio again—build my stamina back up to what it used to be before my foolish old marriage had quietly eaten it away. My right hand strained under the heavy weight of my leather bag—I had long taken it off my shoulder, the strap biting a thin red line into my palm, and a tiny part of me began to regret not letting Ben drive the car up to the steps like he'd offered twice already.Fortunately, through the
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Taking a Walk
ELARADid he already drive to the front gates? I wondered. But that would be entirely impossible. Ben was a highly trained professional; he would never leave his designated post without me, and he certainly wouldn't move the vehicle without taking permission first. Or had he actually texted me, and I had been too clogged with work to notice the notification?I quickly retrieved my smartphone from my leather bag, letting out a weary sigh when the screen lit up to reveal two missed calls from his number from thirty minutes ago. My irritation softened. He must have had a genuine emergency. Still, shouldn't he have sent a quick text message or something to explain the situation so I could make alternative arrangements? And what exactly was the emergency? I deeply hoped it wasn't something fatal or dangerous.I immediately returned the call, and Ben answered on the very first ring.“Ms. Elara! Thank goodness,” Ben’s voice came through, sounding strained and incredibly alert.“Ben, wher
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Missing Him
ELARAI cracked my neck, letting out a wide, heavy exhale that required me to quickly cover my mouth with a hand. Looking around the smooth expanse of my mahogany desk, a deep sense of satisfaction washed over me as I took in the massive amount of paperwork I had successfully dismantled today. I truly couldn't wait to get home, eat a warm meal, and just rest.I checked the digital clock on the wall. It was almost 7:00 PM, and the city sky stretching outside my floor-to-ceiling windows was already rapidly darkening into a deep navy blue.My brothers had already called me much earlier in the afternoon, wanting to come and pick me up from the company, but I had firmly told them not to worry. At the time, I wasn't entirely sure when I would finally wrap up my duties for the day, and after all, I had my own private driver and security detail waiting downstairs.My eyes drifted across the desk, catching sight of the teddy bear resting against the wood. A soft smile instantly broke across m
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Hring a Goon
SHAWNI ran straight into my mother the second I stepped into the hallway, and something in my chest braced itself before I'd even registered her face."Shawn—" Her voice caught on the single syllable of my name, already halfway to something softer, something that wanted to ask where I'd been, or maybe why I always looked like this lately, hollowed out and running."Not now." Two words. Ice-cold, delivered without slowing my stride, without letting my eyes so much as flick toward hers. I heard the small sigh she let out behind me—tired, resigned, maybe even a little hurt—and I heard the silence that followed it, and I just kept walking. Good. No lecture today. No probing questions I didn't have the patience to survive. I really didn't have the bandwidth for anyone's feelings right now, including, if I was honest with myself, my own.I didn't run into my grandfather either, which was its own small mercy. I crossed the foyer fast, footsteps echoing off marble, and on my way past the w
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Kiss me, Killian
ELARAThe air outside the Grand Pavilion was beautifully quiet. The night itself felt almost magical.Above us, the sky stretched like a vast velvet canvas, sprinkled with thousands of crisp stars. A cool evening breeze drifted across the estate grounds, rustling the heavy leaves of the oak trees a
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Engagement Party
Friday, 5:35PMMIRANDAI stared intently into the mirror, completely mesmerized as the celebrity makeup artist applied the finishing touches of translucent powder to my face.Turning my head this way and that, I couldn't help but internally rain lavish compliments upon myself. I looked absolutely b
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Brainless idiot!
MIRANDAIt was times like this that I loved being an only child. For if I had been burdened with another sibling, my parents might have ousted me by now. They might not have given me this final chance—not even with the precious baby they believed I was currently carrying in my womb.I turned slowl
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Jealous
ELARAThe sight before me was… interesting. And… hurtful.The latter would certainly explain the tight, agonizing grip that instantly clamped around my chest, suffocating the air right out of my lungs the moment I saw Killian’s hands on another woman, holding her tight against his broad chest. I
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