Semua Bab The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Bab 31 - Bab 40

HANNAH’S POV:THAT SAME DAY:As the car drove by the highway, the lights from the city gleamed through my eyes and I was growing more nervous than I expected. Although I’d never show it to anyone, especially with the divorce papers next to me, my head up high and while I looked and smelled this great. I sat in the back of the SUV after going back home to freshen up and drop off the kids leaving them watching a cartoon.Lucas had offered to drop them off at home but I declined and i know by the look that he had given me, if we were good, he would have teased the life out of me but Maya on the other hand kept making sure I was alright and if it is indeed what I plan to do. She was so caring and considerate like always, I had Kara, my assistant, agree to the dinner and take down time and place. It was a high end fancy restaurant with five star ratings, and I had picked out a dress to match. It was red tight fitted backless gown done made with a silk fabric. I adorned myself with gold ac

3RD POV:A FEW DAYS LATER:“So what are you going to do?” Jacob inquired as they stood by the bar, sipping out their drink.Cherry was back in town and Janet suggested that it would be a perfect time to officially meet them. So she suggested dinner and Elijah agreed, as he was always finding means to not be alone with her as everything about her seemed to be infuriating him. Even just the sound of her voice annoyed him and he concluded this hate would only become worse unless he decides to leave her. Elijah held onto his glass tightly as anger ran through his veins just thinking about the image he had seen earlier, “She is still legally married to me so she’s definitely not married to him. But wasn’t it two kids she had in her arms? She already has kids for him or are they just her friend’s children?” He asked rhetorically knowing Jacob couldn’t provide an answer, then he added, “Whatever the case might be, I’m going to get my answers and whether I have to do it the easy way or the

HANNAH’S POV:EARLIER THAT:“Can I just say that the four of you make a beautiful family?” Maya pointed out as we arrived in a small private cafe. She had gushed at how amazing their pastries were, and the amazing taste of their coffee. She laughed when I looked at her sideways as she already knew how I felt about this situation. I don’t know if it was due to my period near but I was stressing about everything. So I read through the comments and many tagged us a ‘beautiful family’ the words should’ve warmed me, but instead, all I could picture were the twins’ photos plastered across social media, floating around for anyone especially Elijah to see and I didn’t like it one bit.Their features were too telling. The shape of their eyes, their smiles, even the way Andrew’s brow furrowed when he was concentrating it was like watching Elijah’s ghost in two little bodies.“Maya, those pictures being everywhere isn’t a good thing,” I murmured, leaning closer as the waiter set down cappuccino

3RD POV:Then a brief moment passed, and his heart beat raced and he randomly sent the picture again to Jacob and asked, “How old do these kids look?” and paced back at forth waiting.Jacob responded tiredly, “Maybe seven or six or ten.” Then he looked at Andrew’s picture noticing the same color of hair and with tears brimming in his eyes, he asked Jacob, “Could they be mine?”She would tell me right? I needed to get answers. *************After fresheJanet burst into her parents’ estate like a storm breaking through calm skies, her heels clacking against the polished marble floor as though announcing her excitement.“Mama! Daddy! You won’t believe this!” she called, the pitch of her voice carrying all the way into the sitting room.Her mother was the first to look up, lowering her magazine with a patient smile. “Janet, darling, what is it this time? You sound like a child who’s just been handed a sweet.”Her father folded his newspaper with deliberate care before resting it on the

HANNAH'S POV:“Sorry for keep you waiting.” He apologized placing his suit jacket on the rack.He looked younger than I had picture with handsome facial features. He had on a simple white tee with a blue and white stripe tie and grey pants. “It’s fine. I was early.” I responded and he smile taking a seat.I sat across from Mr. Rowan, the CEO of one of the biggest fabric companies in the country, my notes neatly stacked, figures memorized. Lucas had prepped me for days, but I hardly needed the push I lived and breathed Prestige, my company, my empire.“Ms. Jones,” Rowan began, his smile practiced but warm. “Your reputation precedes you. Everyone warned me you’re a tough negotiator.”I arched a brow, tapping my pen against my notebook. “Then you should’ve come prepared.”His laugh echoed lightly around the room. “Touché. Let’s talk numbers.”The negotiation stretched over an hour, going back and forth between price points, delivery schedules, and quality guarantees. He tried charm, humo