Semua Bab The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Bab 191 - Bab 200

HANNAH’S POV:"They're just honest," I replied, and he smiled.It was a small moment. A normal moment. And for a second, I felt like maybe I could be normal again too.At night, Elijah would lie beside me, one arm draped over my waist, his thumb tracing slow circles on my skin like a silent reassurance that he was there. Sometimes I felt his breath hitch, like he was holding back words or fear."Hannah," he whispered one night, voice low in the dark. "I'm here. Okay?""I know and thank you," I murmured.He would then kiss my forehead and tell me, "I love you."And I'd whisper it back. Because I did. God, I loved him so much it hurt. But loving him didn't erase the grief. It just made it bearable.That was all I could give.Two days later, the police came around the mansion. I was in the home office, writing down where I could possibly start from. The kids were at school and Elijah was taking time off to take care of me. So he was the one who opened the door.I heard the low murmur of

HANNAH'S POV:A WEEK LATER:"Yes Cherry for the last time, I already packed everything I would need." I spoke on the phone as I sat in the back of the SUV.I had been indoors scribbling and drawing and designing. I had this sudden motivation after the police that I could do anything and whoever intentionally burnt down my establishment knew how huge my collection was going to be so I had to achieve it, as a revenge to them and to honour my mum.The greatest comeback is success after all.After I had broken down after the police came, the next morning I was back to myself. I woke up and prepared waffles, eggs, sausage, made fresh orange juice for the family and even invited Lucas and Mr and Mrs Martinez, who had just arrived from their trip and had sent flowers and gifts to me a few days before, for breakfast as it was a Saturday.Elijah stared at me with concern and gently walked up to me, and asked, "Baby, please tell me you're okay..."He looked so scared like he was genuinely scare

HANNAH’S POV:"It's okay," I said gently with a smile and I meant it. It really was okay, I was going to be back. They couldn't keep me down for long.She looked genuinely upset. "It was so beautiful. The craftsmanship, the meaning behind it... I cried watching the teaser video.""You cried?" I asked, touched."Sobbed," Paige corrected. "My fiancé thought something was wrong. But it was just... the way you talked about your mother, about legacy and love and memory. It was everything I wanted for my wedding. Something meaningful. Something real."I felt my throat tighten. This was why I did what I did. Not for the money or the fame, but for moments like this. For the chance to make someone's most important day feel special.Something inside me settled and I found myself saying, "You'll still get your dress."Paige blinked and almost choked on the water in her mouth. "What?""A new collection, The Mirada collection to honour my mother...," I continued, the words forming even as Cherry's

HANNAH’S POV:"No," I admitted. "But I'm doing it anyway.""Why?"I sat up, pulling my feet away so I could turn to face him properly. "Because whoever did this wanted me to give up. They wanted to break me. And if I wait, if I take my time and play it safe, they win. They get to see me defeated.""So this is about revenge.""This is about justice. And yes, maybe a little revenge. Is that so wrong?"Elijah reached for my hands, holding them gently. "No. It's human. Just promise me you won't destroy yourself trying to prove a point.""I promise I'll try not to.""Hannah.""Elijah," I countered, squeezing his hands. "I need this. I need to prove to myself that I can do this. That one fire doesn't erase everything I've built."He was quiet for a moment, then he smiled. Not worried or fearful but it was one of pride."Then let's build an empire in thirty days," he said simply.I felt my breath catch. "You mean it?""Completely. You want to do this in a month? Fine. We'll make it happen. I

HANNAH’S POV:And then one by one, the rest of them agreed. The interns were practically buzzing in their chairs. Kate and Moses had another one of their eye conversations and both nodded at exactly the same time which was still a little bit unsettling to watch but I was genuinely grateful for it. Even Sandra, after a moment where she looked at the ceiling and exhaled through her nose very loudly like she was releasing something she had been holding, said, "Fine. But I am going to need the supplier contacts immediately and someone better have a proper workspace organized because I am not cutting fabric on a folding table, Hannah. I genuinely refuse.""I hear you, Sandra," I said, and I fully meant that.I had noticed from the start of the meeting that Cora had not said anything at all.Cora had been my head seamstress for two years. She was the type of woman who could look at a sketch and tell you exactly what was going to go wrong with it before you ever touched the fabric, and she n