All Chapters of Longing For My Ex-Wife: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The sunlight glimmered off the sleek, rose tinted private jet as it came to a halt on the private runway. A young woman stepped out, her pink curls bouncing lightly in the wind. She adjusted her designer sunglasses and smiled faintly, breathing in the warm afternoon air.Her name was Celeste Carter, twenty four, the youngest and only adoptive daughter of the Carter family, Catherine was the one who adopted her when she was in the university, She had just returned from Paris after two years of studying fashion and business — a return she had planned as a surprise.Two bodyguards stood near the exit, waiting beside a pink Maserati GranCabrio with her initials embroidered on the headrest. Celeste walked gracefully toward the car, her heels clicking sharply against the runway, and slipped into the backseat.The driver, Mr. Finn, bowed politely. “Welcome back, Miss Celeste.”“Thank you, Finn,” she said in her soft yet commanding voice. “But where’s everyone? I expected at least Grandma or

The private lounge was dimly lit, the kind of place where secrets thrived. Heavy curtains blocked the city lights, and a soft jazz tune played in the background. The air was heavy with expensive perfume, whiskey, and danger. Lena sat back on the velvet chair, crossing her legs neatly, while Rebecca leaned forward, tapping her manicured nails impatiently on the glass table.Across from them sat a man in his late thirties, wearing a sharp black suit and a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His name was Vince Moretti, known for handling “delicate problems” for those who could afford his price.Lena slid an envelope across the table. “That’s her,” she said coldly.Vince opened it. Several photos spilled out Maya laughing with Elias at a restaurant, Maya entering the Denovan estate, Maya smiling as she stood beside Catherine Carter. He studied them one by one, then looked up. “Pretty girl. Looks harmless.”Rebecca scoffed. “Don’t let her face fool you. She’s a liar, and she’s manipula

Celeste descended the grand staircase with a mug of steaming coffee in her hand, her pink curls bouncing slightly with each step. She wore a silk robe, her nails freshly painted, her phone glued to her other hand as she scrolled through messages. The house was quiet except for the faint clinking of dishes from the kitchen.She walked straight to the counter, set the mug down, and sighed loudly. “No oat milk again,” she muttered under her breath. “Honestly, what kind of mansion runs out of oat milk?”“Good morning to you too,” came a calm, firm voice from behind her.Celeste turned abruptly, almost spilling her coffee. “Grandma,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “You scared me.”The older woman stood by the doorway, elegant as ever in her cream cardigan and pearl earrings, her cane resting lightly against the marble counter. “You’ve been back for two days,” she said slowly. “I haven’t seen you at the office, nor have you joined the family for breakfast. Are you planning to sleep thro

Maya sat on the couch in her room, she left the office minutes Rebecca left, her heartbeat refusing to settle. The air still carried the faint trace of Rebecca’s perfume, cloying and sharp, like the words she had left behind.For a while, Maya tried to convince herself to let it go that Rebecca’s visit had been nothing more than bitterness and jealousy. But the way she’d spoken… the way she’d hinted that “others” were watching… it felt different. Dangerous.Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for her phone. She hesitated, then pressed Elias’s contact.He picked up on the first ring. “Hey, love,” his voice came, warm as always. “You sound tense. What’s wrong?”Maya swallowed hard. “Elias… Rebecca came to see me today.”There was a pause. “Rebecca who?”“Rebecca Tyler.”Silence filled the line for a moment, broken only by Elias’s slow, deep breath. “What did she want?”“She said I should break up with you,” Maya said quietly. “That I don’t belong in your world. She said… people ar

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a calm glow over the room. It was a peaceful Saturday, the kind of morning that felt still and safe, like the world had slowed down just for them. Maya stretched lazily, her body wrapped in soft sheets, and turned to find Elias beside her. He was awake already, watching her with that small, unguarded smile that made her heart melt every time.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured, brushing his thumb along her cheek.Maya’s lips curved. “You’re up early for someone who worked half the night.”“I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “I like watching you sleep. It reminds me that you’re safe.”Her chest warmed at his words. She sat up and tucked her hair behind her ear. “You make it sound like I’m made of glass.”“You are,” Elias teased softly, leaning closer. “Glass… with a heart of gold.”Maya rolled her eyes, but a smile crept onto her face. “You should save those lines for your next business speech.”He chuckled, catching her h