All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

HANNAH’S POV:A WEEK LATER:Today was a beautiful day and I felt it was going to be a just beautiful as the sunrise. I joined the kids and Elijah for breakfast where we drank orange juice, with pancakes and syrup and we shared the grace today. Although my driver was around and well, Elijah offered to drive me to work and since things were going well with us, I thought to myself that, Why not? And got into the car. On the way there, he grabbed my hand and just held it all the way and made small talk. Until a song came up and we argued about the artist all the way there.“Have a good day beautiful.” He kissed the top of my head after opening the door of the car for me and I smiled. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked elegantly into the building, he had showered me with compliments and his look of admiration just matched with it. I got into the building trying my best not to look back and wave. I cheerfully greeted all my employees as I stepped in, and they all stared at me as thi

HANNAH’S POV:I took a few minutes to send some follow-up emails, sign digital approvals, and rewrite a budget line that didn’t sit right with me. By the time I looked up, the sun outside had begun its lazy descent.The office floors were mostly quiet. Except for the hum of air conditioning and faint muffled sounds of printers in some corner.I had heard each and everyone come in to tell me they were leaving but I was too focused to pay any attentionI shut down my computer, collected my bag, my phone, and the last bouquet of flowers Elijah had sent earlier which still smelled like lilies and warm effort, and stepped out.The hallway was mostly empty, but the lights were still on. I walked slowly, heels clicking on the polished floor.As I neared the elevator, the lights flickered slightly. Only once which made me pause.Then shrugged. It was a very tall building in a city that occasionally had electrical flicks, it wasn’t anything new. I guess.I pressed the elevator button, waiting

HANNAH’S POV:He parked outside one of my favorite restaurants. It was called Lovelies and it was a cozy little place that made the best homemade takeouts. It was one of the notable identifications for me at how the city had developed over the past years of my absence. I remember there used to be a small restaurant at this spot and my parents had pointed out that the food was disgusting so we had never tried it.Lovelies was different, and they always had customers and they were always so efficient and kind.“You stay,” he announced but in a way that he was waiting to see if I was in agreement or not. “I’ll get the food.” “No, I want air. I’ll come with you.” I told him with certainty but he still searched my eyes for a second then nodded.He stepped out and holding the door open for me. We walked side-by-side, his hand brushing mine occasionally, ready to catch me if I stumbled and I found it so cute because I was feeling a lot better.Inside, the warm smell of roasted spices and fr

HANNAH'S POV: A MONTH LATER:If someone had told me months ago that I would willingly attend a high-profile formal dinner hosted by the Martinez family, specifically Mrs. Martinez, and that I wouldn't be trembling with anxiety but instead filled with something that felt suspiciously like contentment, I wouldn't have believed them.Yet here I was, standing in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, smoothing the front of my black satin gown for the third time in five minutes.The dress was stunning, I had to admit. It hugged my curves in all the right places before flowing down to the floor in an elegant cascade. The neckline was just low enough to be sophisticated without being too revealing. My hair was swept up in a loose chignon, with a few curls framing my face. I'd even put on the diamond earrings Elijah had given me last week, telling me they reminded him of how my eyes sparkled when I laughed.I was nervous, yes. But not the kind of nervous I used to be. Not the scared

HANNAH’S POV:"I was starting to worry you wouldn't make it," she said as she reached us.But she didn't come to me or Elijah first. She went straight to Amelia."Oh my goodness, sweetheart!" Mrs. Martinez bent down and gently lifted Amelia into her arms, being careful not to crush her dress. "Look at you! You look like a real princess!""Thank you, Grandma," Amelia said, and I could hear the shy happiness in her voice.I watched as Mrs. Martinez actually froze for a moment, her eyes getting slightly misty. Then she pressed a kiss to Amelia's forehead and hugged her even tighter."My beautiful granddaughter," she whispered.When she finally set Amelia down, she turned to Andrew. "And you, my little gentleman." She patted his cheek affectionately and straightened his bow tie even though it didn't need straightening. "So handsome. So grown up."Andrew grinned, clearly proud. "Thank you, Grandma. I styled myself today.""Did you?" Mrs. Martinez looked genuinely impressed. "Well, you did