All Chapters of From Ruined to Reclaimed: Saved by the Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

I barely slept. The hotel mattress was too soft. The air conditioner too loud. And no matter how tightly I closed my eyes, all I could see was Lucas’s face, the cold way he looked at me when he said, “I no longer have use for you.”I turned to my side and checked the clock—7:12 a.m. The sun had barely risen, but I knew sleep wasn’t coming back.The dress I’d worn to my father’s funeral still lay crumpled near the foot of the bed, like a ghost I couldn’t shake off. My head ached. My limbs felt heavy. My heart? Nonexistent. Or maybe just buried in the same ground as my father.I slowly sat up and dragged myself to the edge of the bed. There, on the small round table near the window, the divorce papers still waited. Neat. Clean. Ruthless.I stared at them like maybe if I kept looking, they’d disappear. Like this was some cruel dream and I’d wake up in my husband’s arms any minute now.It didn’t make sense.Just last week, Lucas had brought home takeout and kissed me on the forehead wh

The moment he stopped in front of my counter, I finally noticed the little girl clinging tightly to his hand. She had been standing quietly beside him the whole time, like a shadow I hadn’t even seen until just now.She couldn’t have been older than four or five, dressed in a tiny navy coat with shiny buttons and caramel-brown boots that matched her curls. But what truly caught my attention wasn’t her outfit; it was the way she looked up at me with wide, solemn eyes. Eyes that mirrored his. I’d seen cold before. But this... this was something else. She looked like someone who had already learned too much about silence.“Can I help you?” I managed, forcing my voice to come out even.The man—Alexander, I would later learn, nodded once. “I’d like to place a bouquet order for next week. Something custom.”“Of course,” I said, straightening. “Any specific occasion?”He hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. “A remembrance.”My fingers paused on the notepad. “Got it. Any pre

I wasn’t supposed to be here.The plan was simple: have the courier handle the delivery, keep things professional, avoid any unnecessary face-to-face interactions. But when the delivery service called last minute to say their van had broken down, I didn’t even think twice before volunteering to do it myself.And maybe — though I’d rather die than admit it, I was a little too eager to come. To see him again. Alexander.One week. It had only been one week since he stepped into my flower shop and turned the air into something sharp, charged. But in those days, between orders and Maya’s chatter and Aiden’s stubborn questions about whether chickens can talk, my mind had found a hundred ways to circle back to him. To his voice. His presence. That pull I still couldn’t explain.I pulled up the long, winding driveway, my tiny Corolla looking like a lost child against the towering gates and perfectly trimmed hedges. My heart stuttered as the house finally came into view. No, house wasn’t the