All Chapters of Longing For My Ex-Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The night air was filled with sirens and flashing red and blue lights as police cars lined the streets outside the old building. The once-quiet area was now crowded with officers, reporters, and flashing cameras. Yellow tape was pulled across the entrance as police secured the scene.Maya stood just outside, still catching her breath. Her heart was pounding in her chest. The fear, the panic, the chase—it was all still fresh in her mind. She didn’t care about any of it right now. Her eyes were fixed on one person.Anika.The little girl had just been rescued. She looked shaken but unharmed, her small frame wrapped in a thick blanket. Her hair was messy, and her cheeks were stained with tears, but she was safe. That was all that mattered. Anika held tightly onto Mrs. Denovan’s hand, not letting go for even a second.Mr. and Mrs. Denovan stood close to her, their faces pale and tense. They had been through a nightmare—but it was ending. When they saw that Anika was walking and unharme

The cold night air brushed against Maya’s face as she stepped out of the police station. Her thoughts were racing, but one thing stood out above all—Elias. He had taken a bullet for her. He could have died. That thought made her heart ache.She didn’t waste a second. She rushed to the nearest road, flagged down a taxi, and gave the driver the name of the hospital. Her hands trembled the whole way there. Every moment felt like an hour.When she arrived at the hospital, Maya jumped out of the taxi and ran through the doors. Her heart beat so loudly she could hardly hear anything else. At the front desk, she struggled to speak clearly.“Elias Donovan… He was brought in earlier. He was shot,” she said, her voice shaky.The nurse behind the counter looked through the records. “He’s stable. He’s in Room 207, second floor. But please be quiet. He needs rest.”Maya nodded quickly. “Thank you.”She hurried to the elevator, her legs feeling weak. When she reached the second floor, she followed

The days passed slowly after the chaos of the kidnapping. Maya returned to her daily routine, but nothing felt the same. Even when she tried to focus on her work, her mind was somewhere else—always circling back to what had happened. The faces of the kidnappers, the sound of the gunshot, Anika’s frightened eyes—none of it would leave her. And now, to make things worse, the investigation had reached a dead end. The police had questioned the kidnappers again and again. Each time, the same story came up. “She’s the one who hired us,” one of them insisted. “She told us her name was Maya,” the other added. “She gave us money and instructions.” But when the police showed them Maya’s photo, they looked confused. “That’s not her,” one of them had said. “She sounded different,” another muttered. Still, the kidnappers kept repeating Maya’s name. According to them, the woman who planned everything had called herself Maya, even though she didn’t look like her or sound like her. She had use

The front door clicked shut as Daniel stepped into the house. He loosened his tie, feeling the tension of a long workday slowly fade. The rich smell of roasted meat, warm spices, and fresh bread drifted from the dining room, instantly catching his attention.“Lena?” he called.“In here,” she replied calmly.Daniel walked in and blinked in surprise. The dining table was set beautifully—silverware gleamed, wine glasses sparkled, and the dishes were arranged with care. Roasted chicken with herbs sat at the center, surrounded by bowls of colorful vegetables and rice. A bottle of wine stood uncorked beside two glasses.“This looks… nice,” he said, a bit wary but touched.Lena stood near the table, wiping her hands on a folded cloth. She wore a soft green dress, her hair tied neatly, her expression unreadable. “I thought we should have a proper dinner tonight. It’s been a while.”Daniel nodded slowly. “Yeah. It has.”He sat down, and she poured the wine without saying anything. For a few mi

Maya sat quietly on the edge of the couch, folding Elias’s freshly laundered blanket and placing it at the foot of his bed. He had just fallen asleep after a light dinner, and she had spent the last hour checking on his bandage, adjusting his pillows, and quietly cleaning up around the guest room.The room smelled faintly of chamomile tea and clean linens. She looked at Elias’s resting face for a moment, her heart heavy with guilt and gratitude. He had taken a bullet for her and Anika. Without hesitation. Without question.As she straightened up and brushed a few crumbs from the table, she exhaled deeply. The weight of the past few days sat heavily on her shoulders. The false accusations. The online rumors. The confusion and fear in people’s eyes when they looked at her. It was all too much—but here, in this quiet moment, she allowed herself to feel just a little peace.She picked up her phone, checked the time, and glanced back once more at Elias. Satisfied that he was resting comfor