Todos los capítulos de The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

HANNAH’S POV:No one never ever really knew me even as the daughter of a Jones and when I was married to Elijah, it was only once I had made an appearance. Or was I recognized as the writer that I was? It didn’t matter.I kept my head up high. Let them talk and glanced at the kids who were whispering to each other as if they were conniving and laughing mischievously.“Please don’t do anything.” I cautioned, bending a little and whispered. I wasn’t scared they were going to do anything crazy, they have been attending events like this since they were younger.“Yes Mummy.” They said simultaneously and giggled when I stared at them with squinted eyes.“Come on…” Lucas held my hand, and the kids held my hand and led us upstairs.We were ushered toward a VIP section where the representative who Lucas had been in contact greeted us warmly.“This is Monica Levi, the representative of the company. And this is my partner, the brains and creative between the brand, Hannah Jones.” Lucas introduce

ELIJAH'S POV:I was all alone searching for her but never even found her. And the radio silence from her was defeaning and I had so much regret.I still wish I could see her again one day.FEW HOURS LATER.“We are here.” The driver announced as soon as we arrived.The car pulled up to the grand entrance of the Rosemont. Cameras flashed. A few reporters hovered nearby. Janet immediately fixed her smile and looped her arm through mine like we were still something to admire.Were we even ever anything to admire?She smiled brightly and even stopped to give me a kiss which drove the reporters crazy and they instantly flashed us my cameras. Janet looked the spotlight more than anything else in the world and she would throw a fit when the camera caught her ‘bad side’“Come one.” I held her hand leading her in as she continued posing.Inside, the ballroom was buzzing gold lights dripping from the ceiling, laughter and classical music bouncing off marble. People with too much money and too ma

HANNAH’S POV:We took one of the black SUVs from the garage, with his driver behind the wheel. The night air was cooler than usual, the city glittering around us as we drove past familiar streets that had changed since I left. Buildings had grown taller. Restaurants had popped up where I remembered empty lots. But the city still buzzed the same way.Lucas hadn’t said much since we left the office. He kept glancing out the window, drumming his fingers softly on his thigh. I watched him from the corner of my eye. I grabbed his hand and gave it a tight squeeze after calling the kids and ensuring they were okay with Morgan who was baking them cookies.She loved kids so much plus she was an amazing cook, baked the most amazing desserts.We pulled up in front of a quiet restaurant tucked into the heart of N.A. It wasn’t flashy or extravagant—just a warm, ambient space with outdoor lanterns and soft jazz floating through the air.Lucas helped me out of the car. His hand lingered on the small

ELIJAH’S POV:“How do I keep forgetting these type of girls are exactly your type and you never see the problem with them?” He pointed out as we arrived to the VIP section.I didn’t pay attention to what he had said, I was simply looking for the beautiful red haired girl, “What’s her name and who is she?” I inquired when our eyes locked and she was dancing slowly and sensually keeping her eyes on me.“Janet Jones, she’s a young famous model and daughter to the exquisite Jones family.” He answered giving me a drink and I took a sip while keeping my eyes on her.End of flashback.That night went by in a blur, we had danced for a second before she went to the bathroom with her girls and she returned quite irritated at my presence and announced she was leaving. She declined my offer to take her home or even get her number. That only seemed to make me want her more. She was perfect through the lens of my eyes but I guess Kyle was right. And now and a few years ago, I had been slowly uncov

HANNAH’S POV:Before I could speak, Celeste snapped back, “At least our designer doesn’t need to bribe tabloids to get coverage!”That set off a chorus of ooohs from the assistants in the room.One of the rival girls shot forward, her stilettos clicking dangerously. “Say that again.”Celeste raised her chin, unfazed. “You heard me.”The two of them were nearly chest-to-chest before I stepped in. “Enough.” My voice dropped, firm and cold. “This is not a playground. You are not children. You are professionals representing my brand, and I will not tolerate this circus.”The room stilled for half a beat until one of the rival girls muttered under her breath, “Professionals don’t hide for years then suddenly reappear like a ghost.” My throat went tight.“That’s enough now ladies! Return back to the dressing room. We will be out soon..” The other models instantly obeyed and scurried out the room.I stared at the beautiful lady who had called them to the order and I knew that face all too w