《The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back)》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

HANNAH'S POV: THE NEXT MORNING: I woke up the next morning to the sound of movement and immediately wanted to disappear. The memories of last night came flooding back, making my chest tighten and my eyes burn with unshed tears. I lay completely still, afraid that if I moved even slightly, I'd shatter into pieces. My body ached in ways I'd never experienced before. But that pain was nothing compared to the hollow feeling in my chest. I slowly pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, my hands shaking slightly. Elijah was already awake, standing near the window, shirtless. The morning light outlined his sculpted back, making him look like something from a magazine. His phone was in his hand, and from the way his shoulders were tense, he was clearly reading something that bothered him. He hadn't really seen me last night. Not through the haze of alcohol and his expectations. He'd thought I was Janet the entire time. Even while he touched me, even during the most intimate moment

HANNAH'S POV: The days blurred into weeks. And I faded with them. I stopped counting how long I'd been in the Martinez mansion. Same walls. Same silence. Same cold shoulders. Nothing changed except me. I was getting quieter. Smaller. Like I was slowly disappearing. The only bright spot had been that one moment with the cake. After that, I'd made it a point to bake something every few days, leaving it in the kitchen for Elijah. He never thanked me. Never acknowledged it. But Mrs. Cheng would tell me quietly that he'd eaten whatever I made. It was pathetic, really. Clinging to such tiny crumbs of recognition. But it was all I had. I'd also started spending more time in the garden. The gardener, an elderly man named Thomas, had shown me how to tend to the roses and the herb garden. There was something peaceful about working with the soil, watching things grow. It made me feel less useless. I still hadn't spoken to Elijah properly since that day in the study, weeks ago now. He came

HANNAH’S POV:THAT SAME DAY:We arrived at the mansion Lucas picked out and it was a beautiful sight. The kids had jolted up from their rest because the driver almost ran over a cat and now they were wild awake looking at the entrance with awe.“Mummy, we are going to live here?” Amelia asked and I glanced at Lucas who was smiling proudly to himself.He had convinced me a few days before that rather than staying at a hotel, I should purchase a mansion which would serve as one of my many properties in different countries I had visited. I was skeptical since I wasn’t planning on ever returning back to this country and ever seeing those people but I needed to officially divorce him…and get a few business deals done.I simply glanced through the pictures of the house Lucas had shown me without paying any attention to it but now, I was glad he had picked it out. It was bigger than I expected but not loud or showy, just perfect.The gates rolled away and the beautiful bright lights lit up t

HANNAH’S POV:THE NEXT DAY:The sun streamed through the curtains, soft and golden. Amelia had somehow rolled to the middle of the bed and had one arm flung across my stomach. I smiled and gently peeled her arm away so I could slip out without waking her.I showered quickly, dressed in a brown blouse tucked into wide-leg cream pants, and tied my hair into a high ponytail. I kept the makeup light just enough to hide the fatigue in my eyes. Today was important.This was the first time I was returning to my fashion company since I left the country seven years ago.A lot had changed. I had built most of the company’s growth remotely through Lucas’s help and a trusted manager. But today wasn’t about oversight. Today, I was back. Officially.I has remained anonymous with Lucas as my partner, and the mystery of who I actually was brought a lot of attention to the company. The company’s brand name was simply ‘Prestige’ meant to serve quality designs to celebrities, the elite and so many more

HANNAH’S POV:THE NIGHT OF THE BALL:I stood in front of the mirror in my walk-in closet, holding my breath as the final clasp of my dress was secured. The gown shimmered and I was impressed at the detailed work of the new intern, Freda. She was so excited when I told her I loved the dress. It was deep emerald green, satin, floor-length with a high slit that teased just above the knee. One shoulder bare, the other joined with delicate silver embroidery that reminded me of falling leaves. It was stunning. Not loud, not overdone just quietly powerful. Like I had become.The hairstylist and make up artist had just completed their work and scurried out the room, with complimenting my facial features and my soft brown long hair. I felt beautiful, and all while they worked, Amelia was reading a book on her iPad while Andrew was busy watching a show on my bed. They had curled Amelia’s hair and since she was already dressed like a mini version of me except hers was a flare gown, she was just