Todos los capítulos de Longing For My Ex-Wife: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Maya drove quietly through the familiar streets, her hands steady on the wheel but her heart unsteady beneath her ribs. Anika sat beside her, humming softly to a tune only she knew, her little fingers clutching a small toy. Behind them, in another car, two of the Denovan maids followed. They were coming to help, though Maya already knew this would be more of an emotional task than a physical one.Her old apartment building appeared at the end of the road, a place she had once thought of as safe but now felt like a cage she was finally unlocking. Parking the car, Maya stepped out and inhaled deeply. The walls looked the same—slightly weathered, with the faint peeling paint on the balcony rails—but to her, everything felt different. She was different.“Come on, sweetheart,” Maya said softly, brushing a strand of Anika’s hair away from her cheek. Together they walked inside, the maids trailing after with boxes and folded bags.The air in the apartment greeted her like an old memory. The

The sharp slam of the door echoed through the office, bouncing off the polished glass walls and making Elias lift his eyes from the document in his hand. He had barely signed two contracts when the sound of heels clicking furiously against the marble floor followed. His mother, stormed into the room without knocking, her elegant face twisted in fury.Elias leaned back in his chair, a tired sigh escaping him. “What is it, Mother?”Victoria didn’t answer at first. She slammed a thick file onto his desk with such force that the pen in his hand rolled away. The file burst open, spilling glossy photographs across the surface. They scattered like falling leaves—photographs of him and Maya. Some were from their quiet coffee shop meetings, others from the Denovan estate where she had been seen beside her family, and one—most damning of all—captured the way Elias looked at her when he thought no one else was watching.Elias froze. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t reach for the photos. His eye

The noon sun gleamed against the polished glass of the Carter Estate as a sleek convoy of black cars rolled into the driveway. Security guards straightened, murmuring into radios, their eyes tracking the vehicles with dutiful precision. The sound of tires crunching over gravel echoed through the vast courtyard.The first car door opened, and out stepped Rebecca Tyler. She was dressed impeccably—as always—today in a tailored ivory suit that clung to her figure and whispered of old money and calculated elegance. Her heels clicked sharply against the stone pathway as she adjusted her sunglasses and surveyed the estate grounds like she was already the mistress of it.Behind her,two assistants followed, carrying small gift boxes tied in gold ribbons. Rebecca didn’t need gifts to impress Grandma Carter, but she liked the spectacle of it—the performance of generosity.Inside the grand dining hall, the long mahogany table was already set. Crystal glasses glinted under the chandelier’s light,

Maya woke to the sound of soft rustling outside her door. The Denovan estate always had people moving around—maids tending to rooms, gardeners sweeping the gravel paths, cooks preparing meals—but she was still getting used to it. her life had been quiet, simple, with no one but herself to rely on. Now, every time she stepped out, there were eyes watching, footsteps trailing, hands ready to serve.She drew the curtains aside, letting in the pale morning light. Anika was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the rug with her sketchbook. The little girl’s tongue peeked out from the corner of her lips as she carefully cut out shapes from colored paper.“Good morning, sweetheart,” Maya said softly, bending to kiss her head.Anika grinned. “Good morning, Mommy. Look, I’m making flowers for your designs.”Maya’s heart melted. She stroked Anika’s hair before moving to her desk where her own sketches lay scattered. Dresses, evening gowns, experimental cuts—her notebook was her escape, her way

Elias was buried in work, his office filled with the quiet hum of his computer and the faint scratch of his pen as he signed documents. The walls around him gleamed with modern precision, lined with books, awards, and neatly framed business photographs. For him, this space was sacred—a place of order, logic, and control.That order shattered in an instant when his office door swung open with a loud crash.“Sir, I—” his secretary began nervously, standing in the doorway, blocking someone from barging in.Before she could finish, a sharp sound rang through the office. Slap!Rebecca.She shoved past the secretary, her eyes blazing with fury, her red heels clicking aggressively against the marble floor. Her hand still stung from the force she had used, and the secretary stumbled, holding her cheek in shock.“How dare you try to stop me from entering my man’s office?” Rebecca roared, her voice echoing against the walls.Elias rose immediately, his chair scraping back. His eyes, normally c