All Chapters of Longing For My Ex-Wife: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Two Weeks later The morning at the Denovan estate was calm. Maya sat in the living room with a book in her hand, though she was not really reading. Her mind was filled with thoughts. She had not been here long, yet every day felt like something new was happening.Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Mrs Denovan came down the stairs, her eyes bright with a smile. “Maya,” she said gently, “go and prepare yourself. We are going out as a family today.”Maya looked up, a little surprised. “Out? Where are we going?”Her mother only gave a soft smile. “It is a surprise. Just wear something nice, comfortable, and beautiful. We want this to be a day you will remember.”Curiosity sparked in Maya’s chest. She nodded quickly, stood up, and went to her room.She opened her wardrobe and looked at the clothes. After a short pause, she chose a pale blue dress and a light cardigan. She tied her hair into a braid and put on small earrings.When she came downstairs, her father, mother, and Colton were

The hall of the Carter estate was quiet. Heavy curtains were drawn back, and the morning light fell across the polished floor. At the center of the room sat Grandma Carter, upright and sharp, her cane resting beside her chair. Elias entered slowly, his face calm but guarded. He knew his grandmother had called for him early, and he doubted it was only for family talk. Whenever she summoned him this way, something was brewing.“Sit,” Grandma Carter said. Her voice carried both authority and coldness.Elias obeyed, lowering himself into the chair opposite her. He clasped his hands together and waited.For a moment, there was silence. Only the ticking of the clock on the far wall could be heard. Then she spoke.“I have thought long enough about your engagement,” she said. “The Tyler family is beneath us. Their daughter, Rebecca, will not give this family the strength we need. That arrangement is over.”Elias did not flinch, though his heart skipped. “You mean to end the engagement?”“Yes

Maya’s lips still burned from Elias’s kiss, her body pressed against his, her heart racing so hard she thought it might break her ribs. For that moment, the world outside had vanished. His hands on her face, the taste of his breath, the low voice confessing how much he missed her it was everything she had wanted and feared all at once.She had whispered back, her voice shaky, “Me too…”But before she could sink deeper into him, the door burst open.“Maya?”The voice cracked like thunder.Colton stood at the doorway, his eyes wide at first, then narrowing into fire. He froze only for a heartbeat, long enough to take in the sight of Elias’s hand on Maya’s waist, their faces still close, her flushed lips giving away what had just happened.The silence that followed was heavy, almost unbearable.Colton stepped inside, his jaw tightening until his teeth ground together. “What,” he said slowly, his voice thick with rage, “is going on here?”Maya gasped and pulled back, though Elias didn’t r

Grandma Carter sat alone in her study, the morning quiet except for the faint ticking of a grandfather clock. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in a dim light that spread across the polished wood of her desk. She leaned forward, her hands resting on the carved armrests of her chair, her sharp eyes fixed on the sealed envelope before her.This letter, written under her strict instructions, was more than ink on paper..it was her strategy, her move in a game she had no intention of losing. She had tried to bring the Denovans into her company through business, but they had refused. That insult still burned in her chest, but now she had found another way to tie them to her.Her cane rested against the side of her chair, within easy reach. Each time her thoughts circled back to the Denovans’ refusal, her fingers twitched, aching to slam the cane against the floor in anger. But she forced herself to remain still. Her anger was not to be wasted in outbursts. Anger, when sharpened, beca

The room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the wall clock. The curtains hung half closed, blocking most of the light. A dull shadow spread across the floor, where strands of hair were scattered like fallen feathers.Lena sat on the edge of the bed with a blank face, holding a pair of scissors in her hand. Her fingers gripped it tightly, almost painfully, as if letting go would mean losing control. She lifted a lock of her hair and cut it off without care. The uneven strands dropped to the floor, mixing with the others.Her breathing was shallow, her lips pressed together. She did not blink much, as though she were stuck in a trance.But in her head, it was not silent.The voices from jail came back to her. The way the guards shouted. The cold meals shoved at her. The sneers of other women locked up with her, whispering and laughing when she cried at night. Every day in there felt like dying slowly.And for what?Her chest heaved, and she clenched the scissors tighter.For Maya