All Chapters of Longing For My Ex-Wife: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Elias pulled into the wide driveway of the Denovan estate, his hands steady on the wheel though his chest carried a quiet storm of feelings. The evening had been long, but to him, it still felt too short. Every second beside Maya only reminded him how deeply she had settled into his life.As the car rolled to a stop, Elias glanced sideways. Maya was smiling softly, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She looked calm, but there was still a sparkle in her eyes a kind of brightness he wanted to guard forever.“Thank you,” she said gently, breaking the silence. “For everything today. You stood by me in front of your family, you defended me without hesitation… I don’t know how to repay you.”Elias leaned back, his lips curving into a faint smile. “You don’t need to repay me. You’re mine, Maya. Standing by you isn’t something I have to think about it’s something I’ll always do.”Her cheeks warmed at his words. She opened the door but paused when Elias caught her hand. “Wait,” he murmured. H

Maya woke up with the sun shining softly through her window. Her heart was already racing. Today was her first day stepping into the studio not as a visitor, not as an unknown designer , but as someone who belonged. She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to steady the nerves dancing inside her.She moved quickly to get ready, choosing a simple but elegant outfit that spoke of confidence without being loud. She wanted to look professional, approachable, but also strong. As she brushed her hair, she whispered to herself, You can do this, Maya. It’s just the beginning.Downstairs, her parents were already waiting. The breakfast table was filled with warm bread, eggs, and fresh juice. Her mother looked at her with pride, her father with quiet encouragement.“Good morning,” her mother said cheerfully. “First day…are you excited?”Maya smiled, though her stomach twisted with nerves. “Excited… and nervous.”Her father chuckled softly. “That’s natural. Just reme

Grandma Carter’s office was quiet except for the low voice of her assistant reading out schedules and documents. She sat behind her heavy oak desk, her silver hair pinned neatly, her sharp eyes scanning the papers laid before her. Though age had lined her face, authority still radiated from her like a mantle she would never set aside.The assistant had just begun explaining the final details of an upcoming charity event when the door burst open. Rebecca rushed inside, her face pale, her eyes red as though she had been crying. The sudden sound made the assistant pause mid-sentence, startled. Behind Rebecca, the secretary hurried in, clearly flustered.“I’m sorry, Madam,” the secretary stammered. “She refused to wait…”Grandma Carter raised a hand, her expression unshaken. “It’s fine. Leave us.”The secretary hesitated. “But—”“Leave,” Grandma Carter repeated, her tone calm but final.The secretary bowed quickly and slipped out. Grandma Carter turned to her assistant. “You may go as wel

The car rolled to a stop in front of a big wide black gate, and Maya’s breath caught when it rolled open to reveal a house. Not just any house but a freaking mansion that seemed to rise out of the night like something from a dream. Light spilled from tall windows, illuminating the carefully kept gardens that lined the stone path.It was mesmerizing and easily the most beautiful thing she'd very seen. “This is your house?” she asked, unable to keep the awe from her voice. Her lips parted slightly in shock as her eyes took in every detail of the building. Elias cut the engine and glanced at her with a smile tugging at his lips. Something about the way those big chocolate brown eyes lit up as she stared with childlike astonishment made her even more stunning. “Home, yes. Does it scare you?” He asked.Her cheeks warmed, colour creeping gently on them. “It’s just… bigger than I imagined.”“Don’t let the walls fool you,” he said softly, reaching for her hand. “It’s just a place. What mat

Maya stirred awake slowly, the sunlight spilling through the curtains in thin golden streaks. Her lashes fluttered before her eyes finally opened, and the first thing she saw was Elias’s face resting peacefully on the pillow beside her. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his features softer than she was used to seeing in the daylight.Her lips curved into a gentle smile. The memories of last night played in her mind, the romance , the warmth of his arms, the quiet words they had shared when the world outside no longer mattered. For the first time in a long while, she had felt completely at home, safe not in a place but in a person.Her hand moved almost on its own. She reached out and let her fingers trail lightly across his cheek, tracing the strong line of his jaw, the soft curl of his lips. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to wake him, or if she simply wanted to memorize the sight of him in this quiet, unguarded state.Elias’s eyes opened slowly, catching her in the act. A te