บททั้งหมดของ Longing For My Ex-Wife: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The sky was overcast that morning, casting a pale light over the city. Maya sat at the small table near her apartment window, sipping warm tea and staring outside. But her eyes weren’t focused on the streets or the people walking by. Her mind was somewhere else—back in the fitting room, with that child. It had been two days since the little girl returned to try on the designs Maya had created. Everything had gone smoothly at first. The girl had laughed, twirled in the mirror, and happily chatted with Maya while changing outfits. But there was something strange about that day—something that had shaken Maya to her core. She couldn’t forget the child’s presence. The moment the girl had stepped into the room, Maya had felt it—that same, inexplicable feeling she had experienced the first time they met. Like a tug deep in her chest. It wasn’t logical, and it wasn’t something she could explain with words. But it was real. Even now, the thought of it made Maya grip her teacup tighter.

The drive home was quiet, but Maya couldn’t stop smiling.Every moment she had spent with Anika replayed in her head like a gentle dream...the little girl’s laughter, the way her tiny fingers held hers, the soft hug, and the way she’d said, “You make me feel happy.”Why was she feeling like this?It wasn’t just fondness. It was deeper—like her heart was reaching for something lost and finally found again.Could it be possible?As she parked her car near her apartment complex, the peaceful warmth inside her chest began to cool. A cold breeze seemed to brush past her heart.Her hand froze on the door handle.He was there.Daniel.Standing like a shadow near the steps, arms crossed, leaning against her building like he belonged there. Like he had any right to wait for her.Maya inhaled. She slowly stepped out, her face returning to the cold calm she had learned to wear like armor.She didn’t look at him. She didn’t speak. She just walked.Past him.But then...a grip. His fingers wrapped

The tall glass windows of Verano reflected the soft glow of the overhead lights. The fashion house buzzed with quiet energy—heels clicked across the marble floors, muted voices filled the air, sketches were being pinned, and rolls of fabric rustled as they were unwrapped. Maya stepped into her studio space with a fresh notebook in one hand and a warm cup of coffee in the other. She had a full day ahead, and she was ready for it. As she reached her desk, someone called her name. “Maya.” She turned to see Mrs. Calderon, one of the senior coordinators at Verano, walking toward her. The woman wore her usual sharp grey suit, her glasses perched firmly on the bridge of her nose. “Yes?” Maya asked politely. “You’re being assigned a new client,” Mrs. Calderon said, handing her a sleek folder. “A private request. The client specifically asked for you.” Maya blinked in surprise. “Me?” Mrs. Calderon nodded. “Yes. She was shown several portfolios, and yours stood out. Her appointm

It was a bright Saturday morning. The air was warm, and the streets buzzed with the sounds of children playing and cars passing. Today was special. She had agreed to take Anika out, and for some reason, she couldn’t stop smiling. Her heart felt light, like she was about to spend the day with someone she deeply cared for. There was a knock at her door. Maya opened it to see Elias standing there, dressed casually but still neat. He held a small gift bag in one hand and gave her a slight smile “Elias?” He stood there in a casual shirt and jeans, holding his car keys and smiling. “Good morning,” he said. “Ready for today?” Maya nodded. “Almost. Just need to make a call first.” Elias grinned. “She’s easy to love. Like someone else I know.” Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she stepped aside to let him in while she reached for her phone. “I’ll call Mrs. Denovan to ask,” she said. A few rings later, the woman’s warm voice answered. “Hello, Mrs. Denovan,” Maya

The ride from the amusement park was quiet. The excitement from earlier had settled into a soft silence. Maya sat in the back seat beside Anika, gently holding the teddy bear they had won together. Elias drove with one hand on the wheel, his eyes occasionally checking the rearview mirror to see how they were doing. The sky outside was starting to darken, casting a golden glow over the streets. Anika leaned her head against Maya’s arm. She had been quiet since they left the park, but not in a sad way—more like she was thinking deeply about something. “Did you have fun today?” Maya finally asked, her voice gentle. Anika looked up and nodded. “A lot of fun. The most fun I’ve had in a long time.” Maya smiled. “I’m glad.” “But…” Anika hesitated, then bit her lip. “I saw that boy. He called you ‘mom’… Was he your son?” Maya’s smile faltered. She glanced at Elias in the mirror. He didn’t say anything, but she could feel the silent support in his gaze. “That’s… something I’ll explain an