All Chapters of Longing For My Ex-Wife: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Isabella stirred in her sleep as the early sounds of movement filled the Denovan estate. The faint hum of maids in the hallway, soft clinking of dishes from the kitchen, and the gentle footsteps nearing her room blended into a comforting morning rhythm.She turned on her side, hugging her pillow closer, when she felt a warm hand on her leg. Her lashes fluttered open, and she blinked in surprise — Mrs. Denovan sat beside her bed, gently massaging her legs with warm oil, humming a soft tune under her breath.“Good morning, sweetheart,” Mrs. Denovan said warmly, her tone motherly and full of care.Isabella yawned softly and sat up quickly, embarrassed. “Oh— mother, you didn’t have to—”“Hush, my dear,” Mrs. Denovan interrupted kindly. “You’re carrying my grandchild now. You shouldn’t be moving too much or stressing your body. I prepared a warm bath for you. After that, we’re going to the hospital for your checkup.”Isabella blinked, momentarily speechless. “The hospital? But— it’s still

The smell of burning fabric filled the air before anyone saw the flames.It started in the apprentices’ class — a room at the far end of Maya’s fashion studio where the young trainees practiced sewing and ironing. At first, it was only the faint crackle of heat and the hiss of steam, but within seconds, smoke rolled across the ceiling like a dark wave.“Fire! Fire!” someone screamed.Chairs toppled, scissors clattered to the floor, and the room erupted in panic. Students and workers rushed toward the door, their voices tangled in cries and coughs. April, who had been checking fabrics in the next room, ran in and yelled, “Everyone, move outside now!”The apprentices bolted for the hallway, clutching each other, but amid the chaos, someone shouted, “Elsie’s still inside!”Maya’s heart stopped. She turned sharply toward the smoke-filled doorway. “Where?” she demanded.“She’s by the back table! She can’t move,,,the fire’s blocking her!” a frightened student cried.Without thinking, Maya d

The flashing red lights from the fire trucks still painted streaks across the pavement as firefighters packed up their hoses. The air carried a faint scent of smoke and melted fabric the smell of everything Maya had built, now scarred by flames. She stood near the entrance, wrapped in her mother’s shawl, still trembling slightly, though she tried to hide it.Elias finished talking to one of the firefighters near the cordoned area and walked back toward them. His shirt was slightly smudged, his sleeves rolled up, and his eyes held that sharp, focused look that came whenever something concerned Maya. The moment she saw him, her shoulders relaxed just a little.He approached and nodded politely at her parents and Colton. “Mr. and Mrs. Denovan,” he greeted respectfully. “I’m sorry about what happened here, but you should know Maya handled it perfectly before help even arrived. The firefighters said her quick response prevented the fire from spreading.”Mrs. Denovan smiled proudly, brushin

The next morning dawned with a golden hush that touched everything softly….the sky was clear, and the air was cool and gentle. Isabella stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the blue dress she had chosen. There was a nervous flutter in her chest, a quiet excitement she couldn’t explain. Colton had refused to tell her where they were going, only saying, “It’s a surprise. You’ll know when we get there.”She had asked at least five times during breakfast, but all she got were his teasing smiles. Even when he helped her into the car, he stayed silent, only humming along with the radio as they drove through the quiet streets.Now, as they turned into a long, tree-lined road, Isabella grew restless. “Colton, seriously,” she said, half-laughing, half-suspicious. “Where are you taking me? Don’t tell me this is one of your boring business visits.”Colton chuckled, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “Do I look like a man who’d drag his wife into a meeting on her day off?”

The morning light glowed softly, spilling through the cream curtains and touching everything with warmth. Inside, the air was filled with laughter, perfume, and the faint hum of music. It was finally the day — Isabella’s wedding day.Clara rushed between rooms with a wide smile, giving instructions to the maids while trying not to tear up. “Lily, make sure the veil is laid out properly. And please tell them to bring the bouquet from the fridge not the smaller one, the white one with lilies!”“Yes, Mom!” Lily shouted back, running up the stairs with a roll of tape in her hand. She had been awake since dawn, excited and nervous at the same time.Isabella sat in her room in a white robe, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her fingers trembled slightly as she touched her engagement ring. This is really happening. Her heart raced with every passing minute.A soft knock came at the door. When she said “come in,” Maya stepped in, holding the carefully covered wedding gown. Her face was