All Chapters of After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Maya's POVI finished the last bite of my dessert, a delicate fruit tart with a buttery crust and just the right amount of sweetness. It had been a perfect evening, just like the ones I had always envisioned for myself—peaceful, luxurious, and completely under my control. No unexpected chaos, no unwanted guests, no one to question me or undermine my authority. This was my home, my life, and I was finally at the center of it all.I picked up my phone again, absentmindedly scrolling through my messages as I sipped on my herbal tea. A new text from my mother, Lyla, caught my attention.Have you considered keeping things simple for the wedding? A smaller venue, something more intimate? No need for extravagance, sweetheart. These things are about the union, not the spectacle.I nearly scoffed aloud. Not the spectacle? What was even the point of a wedding if not to be a spectacle? This was my grand moment, my crowning achievement, the culmination of everything I had worked toward. I had spe

Emily's POVEmily barely had time to catch her breath before she was back in the kitchen, calling out to her chefs as they fired up dish after dish. The energy was intoxicating, the air thick with the smell of sizzling meats, fragrant broths, and caramelized garlic. But that night for dinner, with their reservations full, there was something new in the mix.Truffle fried rice.The dish had started as an experiment, a luxurious take on a humble classic, and after Nathan’s viral video, she knew the timing was perfect. A blend of creamy truffle, perfectly fried rice, and a balance of umami-rich flavors that made every bite melt on the tongue. She had tested it, perfected it, and now it was ready to make its grand debut.As soon as the first plates hit the tables, the reaction was immediate. Customers took that first bite and practically melted in their seats. Word spread fast, and soon, orders flooded the kitchen, the dish flying off the line like gold dust. It was a hit.Emily barely co

Damian's POVThe restaurant had been packed from the moment the doors opened, the energy electric, the kitchen a well-oiled machine producing dish after dish with precision and perfection. Emily had been in her element, her passion shining through with every plate that left the pass. And now, as the final customers lingered over their desserts and the staff began winding down, she stood at the bar, a champagne flute in hand, her cheeks flushed from the rush of it all.I stood beside her, watching the way her eyes sparkled in the low light. “You should let them close up,” I murmured, swirling the golden liquid in my glass before taking a sip.She turned to me, instantly shaking her head. “I can’t just leave them to do everything. It was a crazy night.”Her assistant manager, a sharp-eyed woman named Lila, overheard and let out an exasperated sigh. “Emily, go. Seriously. We’ve got it under control.”Her sous chef, a burly, no-nonsense guy named Felix, chimed in from across the bar. “We’

Emily's POV For a moment, I simply looked at him, taking in the way he stood beside me, unwavering, constant. It was strange how different love could feel when it was real, when it was built on trust instead of illusion.His fingers squeezed my shoulder gently, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror. “Do what feels right for you,” he said. “You don’t owe anyone anything.”I turned in my seat then, reaching up to cup his face as I pulled him down into a kiss. It was deep, lingering, a silent confirmation that I had made my decision.“I’ll go,” I whispered against his lips.When I pulled away, I caught the flicker of relief in his expression, amusement dancing in his eyes.“Were you worried about going alone?” I teased.He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You’ve met my family, Emily. Anyone would be worried about facing them alone.”I laughed at that, shaking my head as I turned back to my vanity, reaching for my makeup brush. As I began applying a soft sweep of blush to my cheeks

Emily's POVThe estate was a dream, her dream, brought to life with painstaking attention to detail. No expense had been spared, no arrangement left to chance. Towering floral centerpieces of pale mauve and buttery yellow roses lined the courtyard, their fragrance wafting through the air, mingling with the delicate scent of fresh-cut greenery. The warm glow of chandeliers hanging from the grand estate’s terraces bathed everything in golden light. A string quartet played softly, their elegant renditions of pop songs filling the space with a romantic yet modern touch.Maya sat in the lavish bridal suite, her hands folded delicately in her lap, as her bridesmaids surrounded her, their voices buzzing with excitement. The room was a swirl of silk and chiffon, the muted hues of their dresses perfectly complementing the aesthetic Maya had so carefully curated. She had chosen the colors herself, ensuring they enhanced her own brilliance rather than stealing focus. Mauve and pale yellow, soft