All Chapters of Hey! I Want You Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The clock on the wall ticked mercilessly, each second stretching the silence between them. The penthouse, sleek and cold, loomed around Elena Carter like a glass cage—beautiful, yet suffocating. She had spent three years inside these walls, loving a man who never truly let her in.Tonight, she was done.Her fingers trembled as she placed the divorce papers on Adrian Wolfe’s polished mahogany desk. The weight of the moment pressed against her chest, but she kept her chin high. If she faltered, even for a second, she knew she would never leave.Adrian sat behind the desk, his expression carved from stone, unreadable as ever. His dark, piercing eyes locked onto hers, searching for something—regret? Anger? Fear? She couldn’t tell. That was the problem. She never could.“Elena.” His voice was smooth, controlled. Too controlled. The way it always was.She inhaled sharply. “It’s done, Adrian. I’ve signed.”A muscle ticked in his jaw. He didn’t glance at the papers. Didn’t even reach for them

The city lights blurred through the tinted windows as the car moved steadily through the evening traffic. The hum of the engine filled the silence, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Elena Carter. She sat stiffly in the backseat, arms crossed, jaw clenched. The cool leather beneath her palms should have been soothing, grounding—but nothing could erase the echo of Adrian Wolfe’s voice from her mind. Why did he still have this effect on her? She exhaled sharply, tilting her head back against the seat. She should be over this. Over him. It had been three years since she walked away from their marriage, three years of carefully reconstructing her life, piece by piece. And yet, one meeting—one damn look from him—had unraveled everything. “Elena?” She blinked, realizing the driver had spoken. Paul, her longtime chauffeur, glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Yes?” she said, her voice sharper than intended. “Would you like me to take the long route home? The t

Elena Carter stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of her apartment, gazing out at the city lights. The invitation to the gala sat on the marble coffee table behind her, untouched, as if opening it would force her to make a decision she wasn’t ready for. A soft knock on the door broke her thoughts. "Come in," she called, not turning around. Her assistant, Sophie Bennett, stepped inside, holding a neatly organized planner against her chest. Always prepared, always composed—Sophie had been her rock through more than just business matters. "I saw the invitation on your desk earlier," Sophie said, closing the door behind her. "Are you planning to go?" Elena sighed, rubbing her temples. "I don’t know." "You don’t know?" Sophie echoed, setting her planner down on the couch. "Or you don’t want to deal with a certain someone?" Elena turned, giving her a pointed look. "I walked away from that life three years ago. I don’t owe anyone anything." Sophie crossed her arms. "No, you don’t. Bu

Elena sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the gown Sophie had laid out for her. It was elegant, classic, the kind of dress that demanded attention without trying too hard.She ran her fingers over the fabric, her mind still warring with itself.Her phone buzzed beside her.Sophie.You’ve been thinking too long. It’s time to make a decision.Elena bit her lip.She had made a decision.Standing up, she walked over to her closet and carefully hung the gown back where it belonged. She exhaled slowly, her chest tight but certain.Then, she turned, walked down the hall, and found Aria curled up on the couch, flipping through a picture book.Elena smiled softly, sinking down beside her daughter. “Mind if I join you?”Aria grinned and scooted closer. “You never have to ask, Mommy.”As Elena wrapped an arm around her little girl, she felt it—the calm she had been searching for all evening. She didn’t need to go back. Not tonight.Maybe not ever.Across the city, Adrian checked his watch for

Elena Carter was not easily shaken. She had built her life on resilience, knowing when to fight and knowing when to stand down and walk away. But as she stood in the middle of Willow Café grasping a warm cup of coffee in her hands, she felt something tightened in her chest. The café was brimming with life, the scent of fresh pastries and roasted coffee beans filling the air. The hum of morning conversations blended with the soft clinking of mugs against saucers. It was supposed to be a usual morning- a still moment before heading to work. But then Victoria Langford walked in. Elena was not sure if it was fate, bad luck, or just the universe playing some cruel joke on her. She had not seen Victoria in 3 years, but it would not take her any second to recognize Victoria anywhere. Her sleek, platinum-blonde hair, sharp blue eyes that always carried a hint of contempt, and effortless grace that made people turn their heads when she entered a room.Victoria was the type of woman that com