All Chapters of Longing For My Ex-Wife: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The Denovan estate carried a heavy air that evening. It was not the usual calm of family dinners. This time, there was a tension that could be felt in the walls, the steps of the servants, even in the silence of the halls. Everyone knew this was not an ordinary night.The servants moved quickly, polishing the floors, arranging flowers in tall vases, and setting the long dining table with silver plates and shining glasses. The smell of roasted meat, fresh bread, and soup filled the air, but even that could not cover the nervousness.Upstairs, Mrs. Denovan stood before her mirror. Her gown was elegant, her necklace simple but valuable. She checked her reflection again, even though she looked perfect. When her husband entered, she turned to him.“Are you ready?” she asked quietly.Mr. Denovan gave a small nod. His voice was calm, but his eyes showed the truth. “I am. But I know this dinner will not be easy.”She sighed softly. “No, it will not. But we must face it. For Maya.”At the othe

The Carter family returned home after the dinner at the Denovan estate. The ride back had been silent, the kind of silence that pressed heavy on everyone’s chest. Even as the car rolled into the driveway of the Carter mansion, no one spoke. The air was full of thoughts they were too proud or too afraid to say aloud.When the driver opened the doors, everyone stepped out slowly. The great house loomed above them, tall and grand, yet it felt small compared to the shame they carried back with them.Grandma Carter was the first to enter. Her cane tapped hard against the marble floor, faster than usual, as if she wanted to escape from the eyes of her family. She had been humiliated at the Denovan estate, forced to hear with her own ears that Maya the girl she had mocked and insulted was not a maid at all. She was the lost daughter of the wealthiest family in the city.Her lips were pressed in a thin line. She said nothing to anyone as she went straight for the stairs. Catherine glanced at

Maya sat in her room by the window, sketchbook open on her lap, but her pencil had not touched the page for a long while. Her mind kept drifting back to the dinner with the Carters, to the shock on Grandma Carter’s face when she had discovered the truth. That memory would not leave her, no matter how much she tried to push it away.Her phone suddenly rang, breaking her from her thoughts. She glanced down, expecting maybe a message from Colton or a call from her mother, but her heart skipped when she saw the name on the screen. Elias.She pressed the phone to her ear quickly.“Maya,” his voice came, calm but carrying a weight behind it. “Grandmother asked me to call you. She wants to see you.”Maya froze. “See me? At the Carter estate?”“Yes,” Elias said gently. “She… she might wants to apologize again. To make things right. I know she has hurt you before, but she insists this time is different.”Maya’s fingers tightened around the phone. A part of her wanted to refuse, to say she had

The day had finally come.For weeks, whispers had spread across the city about the massive glass building rising in the heart of the business district. People drove past it in awe, their eyes drawn to the bold letters across the front: M&D Designs Studio.No one knew exactly who the owner was. Rumors circled endlessly that it belonged to a secret investor, a fashion tycoon from abroad, or perhaps a hidden branch of the Denovan empire.On this morning, as ribbons were tied neatly, staff hurried into place, and media vans lined the street, curiosity had reached its peak. Everyone wanted to know: who owned this building?Maya sat quietly in her room, staring at the pale dress she had chosen. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed it down. This was her day. A day she had once only dared to dream about when she was sketching designs late at night in her small apartment, believing no one cared, no one noticed. Now, everything was different.A soft knock came at her door. Her mother’s v

Lena sat in the living room, her legs crossed on the couch, flipping idly through the channels on the large flat screen television. The remote clicked lazily in her hand until the screen stopped on a live broadcast. A bright studio filled the frame, with cameras flashing and reporters speaking with excitement. The banner at the bottom of the screen read:“GRAND OPENING: MAYA DESIGN STUDIO.”Lena froze. The words burned into her eyes. Her chest tightened, and her grip on the remote grew so hard her knuckles turned white.Daniel came in from the kitchen, a mug of coffee in his hand. “What are you watching?” he asked casually, but when he saw the screen, his steps faltered. His brow furrowed as he set the mug down on the table. “What is this?”The camera cut to Maya, smiling softly as she held scissors to a ribbon. Elias stood beside her, proud, his hand brushing against hers as the ribbon fell and applause erupted. Maya’s name echoed from the crowd as reporters shouted their questions.