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2026-05-01 21:09:25
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Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Amazed
KILLIAN“Are you going to tell me why you picked the 28th of October for our wedding?” I asked Elara as we returned to the terrace again. I had excused us from the private suite, citing that we needed to make some plans, but really I just wanted to spend some alone time with her again. I wanted to inhale the scent of her skin—that intoxicating mix of floral notes and something uniquely her—without being interrupted. And if luck was on my side, I hoped to get some sugar for myself before the night ended. She said nothing in response, however, until we sat on the bench we had vacated a couple of minutes ago, the cool stone a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between us.As she stared ahead into the darkness of the gardens, I found myself enthralled, again, that this beautiful woman was finally about to be my wife. Amazed.Elara was a masterpiece of elegance, every contour of her face etched with a perfection that made my chest tighten. I traced the line of her cheek and the delic
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Wedding Date
ELARA“So, have you two lovebirds fixed a date for the main event? Which week?” my father asked, his voice booming with an easy joviality as soon as we entered a private suite on the top floor of the hall which had been used for the gala. Liam, heavens bless him, had led us through a separate hallway which led to a more private stairway, up to the top rooms above the hall, rooms that were off to the public. So, while the elite tinkered about downstairs, probably waiting for my return so they could continue their begging charade, I was in the safety of a private suite, only in the company of my family and Killian’s. The air here was thinner, quieter, stripped of the suffocating perfume and desperation of the crowd. And really, that’s all I could handle at the moment. I’ve seen enough chatter to last the rest of the week.“Uncle, I think we need some time to acquaint with ourselves,” Killian supplied earnestly, his tone smooth as silk, his hand sliding around my waist as if it always
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
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