Semua Bab The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Bab 21 - Bab 30

3RD POV:Hours Later:“Sir, I will be leaving now but you have a guest.” Elijah’s assistant announced with a sigh but Elijah’s eyes were fixated on the beautiful view of the city from where he stood.He often spaced out like that just taking in the beauty of the city, and picturing ways his life could be and could have been. Some other times he just stood thete hinking about the company and a new strategy or an investment and stocks to occupy his mind.“Hey honey.” He was instantly brought back to reality by the sound of Janet's voice making him instantly roll his eyes in a full circle before turning back.He watched as she strolled in and his assistant smiled as though she was sympathising with him and she shut the door.“I'm so happy to see you! I feel like I barely do since you're almost never around.” She embraced him and pouted batting her eyelids at him-“You can't even hug me back.” She said with a frown when he pulled away and headed to his seat.He let out a deep sigh, “I've

HANNAH’S POV:The Next Morning:The first thing I noticed as soon as I woke up at 6, with the sun slowly rising was the quiet. And it was not the heavy, empty kind of quiet that I used to hate in my old life, but a soft silence, along with the faint chirping of birds outside the window and the low hum of the city waking up. Sunlight streamed lazily through the curtainszFor a moment, I stayed still, curled beneath the sheets, letting the peace soak in. Last night had been long, overwhelming, but also… perfect. It had been years since I had felt like that version of myself bold, celebrated, unapologetic. At least since the release of my books which my audience was dying for a new one and I was so not ready. I wasn’t stable enough to write a new book, I was solely focused on fashion and the possibility of it. My heart still carried the echoes of laughter from Lucas, Maya, and my children at the restaurant.Today was about moving forward, and taking one of the biggest steps to becoming

HANNAH’S POV:That same day:The tension in the room was so thick, even a scissor wouldn’t cut it. Elijah sat across from me and didn’t take his eyes off of me even for one second. It was like he was reading me, making sure it wasn’t a ghost sitting across from him. I stared right back, because I thought when I saw him again I would be angry but I just stared at him and felt nothing. Lucas began introducing everyone to each other ranging from the young men on the board to the older bald ones. “And we have here, our CEO of Prestige, Hannah Jones, our creative director and the designer of all the beautiful dresses.” He introduced me with pride and I couldn’t help but smile at him and flip my hair in a not so dramatic style. All while I could feel his eyes on me but I refused to even glance at him. Lord knows I couldn’t wait to be alone with Lucas and get to the bottom of this. I thought to myself.Just as the meeting began and about five minutes in, with the lawyer of their investmen

ELIJAH’S POV:THAT NIGHT:I knocked repeatedly waiting for the doors to be opened and with each pause, my hand got more shaky. I was so tired, and it was getting chilly though I doubt it had anything to do with the weather. It was just me, and my drinking.Finally after what felt like hours, the doors opened, “Eli, how are you doing? What are you doing here this late?” “You are not okay! Come in.” He grabbed me by my hand and led me inside, and I was instantly warmed up by the warmth of his home.Jacob was a friend since we were kids and we were attached by the hip, being that we were both from an elite family, both into baseball and great at it. Since we were kids, our fathers had been training us and in high school, he made the decision to go pro with his talent while I chose the life I lived now. Since he was going pro, we weren’t as close as we used to be while in college, he barely hung out with me knowing I was either going to offer him pot or a drink which wasn’t good for him

HANNAH'S POV:A WEEK LATER:The twins had been relentless. For seven straight days, it was either, “Mom, talk to Uncle Lucas, please” or “Why don’t you just forgive him already?” or a very confused Amelia questioned why we were even fighting in the first place. And surely, there was no way I could just tell me,“Oh, your Uncle Lucas brought a man, who just so happens to be your father, the man that raped me twice, and treated me like garbage because he wanted my sister and not me. He just brought him to me with prior notice or warning, because he is a selfish, wicked friend.” I couldn't just tell them that so I just told them, it was just some issues at work. Lucas left it all to me as he returned very late at night and left very early, so the kids couldn't confront him.It was a lot and they would pout at the breakfast table, stage exaggerated sighs at bedtime, and even refuse to get in the car unless I promised to at least try. It was as if they thought this was my entire fault sin