All Chapters of Longing For My Ex-Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The quiet hum of Elias’s study was broken only by the soft tapping of a keyboard. The light from his laptop screen illuminated his face as he leaned forward, focused and unblinking. Across the room, one of his most trusted tech experts—an anonymous hacker known only by the alias “Kade”—was sitting on the couch, connected remotely through a secure video call.“She was careful,” Kade said, his voice low but confident. “She used shell accounts and bounced the money through multiple channels. But she made a mistake.”Elias sat up straighter. “Go on.”“There’s a flagged transaction—sixty thousand transferred from a dormant account that just became active last month. The funds were converted to crypto, then rerouted, but I traced the origin back to a private account under the name of a fake company—‘LN Consulting.’ But the registry? It’s linked to Lena Marquez.”Elias’s jaw tightened.“She set it up quietly a year ago. No activity until recently,” Kade continued. “And get this—two of the SI

The air inside the police station was sterile and quiet, save for the low hum of distant voices and the clicking of shoes against tiled floors. Daniel stood in the reception area, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His eyes were fixed on the hallway that led to the interrogation rooms. Lena had already been taken inside. He hadn’t even seen her—just the flicker of her dark coat disappearing behind a door guarded by officers.His stomach churned.It felt like standing in the center of a collapsing world.“She doesn’t even know the Denovan family,” he said again, his voice low but urgent, as he spoke to one of the officers at the desk. “Why would she kidnap their child? What possible reason would she have to do something like this?”The officer looked at him calmly. “Mr. Robert, the investigation has uncovered extensive evidence. Your wife was in contact with the men who took the child. She paid them through an untraceable digital account and used multiple anonymous SIM cards. A

The news of Lena’s arrest spread quickly, especially among those who had once believed the lies she spread about Maya. The truth finally came to light—Maya had not been the villain. She had been the victim all along.Maya didn’t celebrate, though. While the public finally cleared her name and the company issued a quiet apology, her heart still ached from the days of suspicion and humiliation she’d endured. Even though the world now saw her differently, the pain of being treated like she was nothing remained inside her.But something beautiful had come out of the darkness—Anika was safe. That alone made everything Maya had suffered worth it.A few days after the chaos, Maya received a call from the Denovan couple. They asked to visit her personally. She agreed, unsure of what they wanted to say. When they arrived, they were more solemn than usual, but there was kindness in their eyes.“May we come in?” Mrs. Denovan asked gently.“Of course,” Maya said, stepping aside to welcome them in

The next morning dawned quiet and bright. A soft breeze rustled the curtains of the Denovan estate as sunlight poured gently through the windows. Inside, the house felt peaceful—but within the hearts of the couple who lived there, an important conversation was about to unfold.Maya arrived just after breakfast. She had barely slept the night before. Her heart was heavy with nerves and hope, afraid of what might come next but knowing it was a step she couldn’t avoid. When Mrs. Denovan opened the door, Maya gave her a small, uncertain smile.“Good morning,” Maya said softly.“Good morning, Maya. Come in,” Mrs. Denovan replied, her voice warm but quiet.Maya stepped into the familiar sitting room. She hadn’t been here often, but it already felt like a place heavy with meaning. She sat down slowly on the edge of the couch while Mr. and Mrs. Denovan disappeared down the hallway toward Anika’s bedroom.Maya clasped her hands together, squeezing them tightly in her lap. Her heart thudded in

Just as the Denovan couple stepped quietly out of the sitting room, Maya knelt beside the sofa, her breath caught somewhere between hope and disbelief. She stood before Maya, her small hands clenched into fists, eyes wide with emotion, as if the weight of everything she had learned had landed all at once in her tiny chest.Anika curled up beside Maya, but as the emotions swelled, she turned and threw her arms around her. She pressed her face into Maya’s shoulder, holding on tightly. Her small frame trembled, and Maya could feel the rapid rhythm of her heartbeat through the quiet stillness between them.Tears spilled freely down Maya’s cheeks, soaking into Anika’s hair as she held her close—so close—like if she let go, she’d wake up and this would all vanish like a cruel dream.“Are you sure you want me to be your mommy?” Maya whispered shakily, her voice barely audible, cracked and raw with emotion.Anika leaned back just enough to look up at her face, her eyes shimmering with tears—