All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

HANNAH'S POV:The courtyard was extraordinary.I want to be careful about how I say this because I am the one who chose it and I am not trying to congratulate myself. But it was extraordinary. It was a courtyard in the centre of the city that had been used for different things over the years and currently belonged to a cultural centre that had let us use it for the show. The walls were old stone and there were lights strung above in long soft lines from one side to the other and in the daylight they looked like part of the architecture but when the sun went down they were going to turn the whole space into something that felt less like a fashion show and more like a dream someone was having about one.The runway itself was a pale stone-coloured walkway running through the centre of the courtyard with chairs arranged on both sides. Not hundreds of chairs. Eighty. This was not a stadium show. This was something intimate and deliberate. Eighty people, the press, the buyers, the clients,

HANNAH'S POV:Three minutes late, which was actually close to a miracle given everything, and I did not even register the three minutes because I was standing just off the runway listening and the moment she stepped out I stopped thinking about time.The courtyard went quiet.I mean that literally sudden specific quiet that drops over a room when something appears in it that was not expected to be that beautiful and the room collectively needs a moment to adjust.Look one was the suit. The one Theo had woken up at four in the morning to fix. Clean strong lines, structured shoulders, it was the sort of tailoring that requires absolute confidence to wear and which, on the right body and in the right light, said everything it needed to say without a single word. The model who wore it had understood it. She walked like she meant it and the suit moved with her like it had been waiting for exactly this body at exactly this moment.I gripped the doorframe of the preparation room entrance.Lo

HANNAH'S POV: Elijah found me in the greenroom about twenty minutes after the show ended. He came through the door and looked at me across the room and there was a proud look on his face. "The twins?" I said into his shoulder. "With my parents. Safe and asleep and apparently Amelia had been telling everyone in the building who would listen that her mother was having her fashion show tonight. My mother said she told the man in the lift, the security guard at the desk, and a woman who had come to deliver something for a neighbour on the third floor." I laughed into his shoulder and then stopped laughing because something was trying to come up from underneath and if I let it out in the greenroom with all these people it was going to be a different kind of moment than I wanted this to be. "Later," he said quietly. He understood. He always understood. "Later," I agreed. Lucas came in behind him, loud and bright and entirely himself, kissed me on both cheeks, told me it was the most

HANNAH'S POV::The morning after the show I slept until nine and when I came downstairs Elijah was at the kitchen island with two laptops open and a legal pad covered in handwriting and three different coffee cups in various states of emptiness arranged in a loose triangle that suggested he had been awake for some time. He looked up when I appeared and said, "Good morning. The coverage is extraordinary. Lucas has sent nineteen separate articles. I stopped counting. Also Lily posted a video from backstage and it has two million views."I stood in the kitchen doorway in my pajamas and looked at him. "You have been working since what time?""Since about six," he said, with the expression of a man who knew that was slightly unreasonable and was not going to apologize for it. "Sit down. I made you tea and there is toast. And I have been talking to the legal team since seven."I sat down. "Tell me."He had printed several of the more significant pieces of coverage and put them in a loose pi

ELIJAH'S POV:She looked at me. "Elijah, I did not do anything wrong in those years. I was a woman alone with two small children in a foreign city working every hour I had and trying to build something and I made normal human decisions that are nobody's business and that photograph is from an event I was at for some minutes.""I know," I said."We are not going to respond to this.""Agreed," I said. "Responding gives it weight. Castellan's team recommends exactly that. We let it move through the news cycle and we focus on what we are actually building."Lucas called while we were still at the table. I could tell from Hannah's side of the conversation that he had seen the articles and was characteristically expressive about them. She had the phone to her ear and she said mm, and yes, and I know, and then she said "Lucas" in the specific tone that means the emotional portion of this conversation is over now and we are moving to practical, and she said, "He is trying to distract us. The