All Chapters of Longing For My Ex-Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sewing machine whirred softly in the corner of the boutique. Maya stood by the fitting table, carefully trimming the edge of a sleeve she had just finished stitching. Fabric rolls lined the shelves, threads of every color hung neatly in place, and the warm scent of fresh coffee filled the air from the cup sitting nearby.Her hands moved with practiced ease, but her mind wandered. After everything that had happened—the banquet, the stares, the whispers—she still found peace in this space. It was her sanctuary, a place where every stitch calmed her heart and every design reminded her that she had something to offer the world.Business had slowly picked up since the party. A few wealthy guests had quietly reached out, wanting dresses like the one Elias’s grandmother had worn. Maya didn’t expect it, but it made her smile. She hadn’t asked for recognition, but it felt good to be noticed for her talent—for her hard work.She was finishing a sketch when the bell above the boutique door j

Maya sat alone on a park bench near her closed boutique, her eyes still red from crying. Her studio was gone—just like that. The place she had poured her heart into, where she had started over after the divorce, was now an empty shell. All her beautiful gowns and sketches were packed away in boxes, some damaged, some lost.She had fought so hard to rebuild her life. For a while, it felt like things were finally looking up. New clients had started coming in. Elias’s grandmother had supported her. She had been invited to an important banquet. And for once, she had felt proud of herself again.But now… everything had come crashing down.Her phone buzzed in her hand. She didn’t want to answer it, but when she glanced at the screen, the name made her freeze.Daniel.For a moment, she thought about ignoring the call. She didn’t want to hear his voice. But something told her to answer.With a shaky breath, she pressed the phone to her ear. “What do you want, Daniel?”He chuckled on the other

Chapter 35: The Face in the Memory Maya sat quietly in the backseat of Elias’s car, her fingers clenched tightly in her lap. The city passed by outside the window, but she barely noticed. Her heart beat fast, her mind filled with questions. Today, she was finally going to meet the man who had confessed to switching the babies at the hospital years ago. When Elias told her about him, she had felt a mixture of fear and hope. This man might know the truth—might have the final piece that could explain how her child had been taken from her. Elias had arranged the meeting carefully, making sure it was private and safe. The man had agreed to talk, but only in person. They arrived at a quiet neighborhood. Elias led Maya into a small house. An older man sat on a worn-out sofa. His face was tired, his eyes filled with guilt. He stood up slowly when he saw them. “This is her?” he asked Elias. Elias nodded. “This is Maya.” The man looked at her with a heavy expression. “I never thought I’d c

Jamie stood quietly in the hallway, hidden just behind the doorframe. His heart was pounding so hard, he thought it might explode. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but when he heard Maya’s voice, he paused. She sounded angry. Then he heard another voice—Lena’s. What he heard changed everything. “There was a switch,” Maya had said. “I raised someone else’s child all these years. My own baby was taken from me.” Jamie’s head began to spin. Someone else’s child? Raised? He felt like the floor was tilting beneath him. His throat went dry, and his legs felt weak. He didn’t want to hear more, but he couldn’t move either. He stayed frozen in place, hidden and afraid. Then he heard something that made his breath stop. “The child Maya raised… he was Lena’s.” No. That couldn’t be. Not Lena. Not the woman who barely looked at him, never hugged him, never treated him like she cared. Jamie felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. He turned and ran out the back door, hiding behind the

The wind was soft, but Jamie’s heart was pounding like a drum. His legs were tired from running, and his cheeks were wet with tears. Everything hurt—his chest, his head, even his tiny hands. Nothing made sense anymore.He stood in the middle of the street, trembling, when Daniel appeared from around the corner. Jamie’s eyes widened. For a moment, he just stared at his father, unsure of what to say. Then the question fell from his lips like a stone sinking in water.“Dad… did you already know that I’m Aunt Lena’s real child?”Daniel froze.He looked down at Jamie, confused. “What did you say?”Jamie’s chin quivered. His eyes, still filled with tears, searched his father’s face.“I heard them… I heard everything.” His small voice cracked. “Maya isn’t my real mom… you and Aunt Lena… I’m your child…”Daniel’s face changed. The shock hit him all at once, as if he had been punched in the gut. “Jamie…” he said slowly, trying to understand. “How did you find out?”Jamie stepped back, wrapping