All Chapters of Divorce ME Look Who Wants Me Back Now : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Hailey's POV I heard the car before I saw it.I'd been standing at the window for twenty minutes, watching the street below, arms wrapped around myself like I could hold everything together by sheer force of will. Maxwell was pacing behind me. I could feel him without looking, that low, restless energy he got when he was trying to control something he couldn't.We hadn't spoken much since we woke up.We hadn't spoken much since the hearing."He's here," I said.Maxwell stopped pacing.I watched Floyd's car pull up, watched the door fly open before it had fully stopped, and then, Gio.My son sprinting across the pavement with his toy tucked under his arm, running like he'd been held underwater and had finally broken the surface. The sound that left me wasn't quite human. I was already moving, already at the door, pulling it open just as Maxwell reached it from the other side..."Daddy!"Gio launched himself, and Maxwell caught him like he'd been waiting his whole life to do exactly th

Kimberley POVI made his favourite breakfast.That was how far I had fallen, sitting at the head of a dining table that seated twelve, in a house with seven bedrooms and a kitchen larger than most people's entire apartments, watching the chef I'd dismissed early because I wanted to do this myself. Standing at that stove at seven in the morning because it was the only language Floyd seemed to understand anymore. Proof that I was still here, still trying, still the woman he'd waited for.He didn't come down from the bedroom.I turned the heat down and waited.We'd been married for years now. People still called us a love story, I'd seen the articles, the comment sections, the women who typed goals under our engagement photos. The man who waited for his first love. The woman who finally came home. It had been the kind of story that wrote itself, and for a while, I had believed we were living it.Then his son had spent one night under our roof and everything had quietly shifted.Floyd app

Hailey's POV I should have gone home at seven.That was when Susan texted saying Gio had eaten dinner and was asking for me, when the rational part of my brain, the part that still functioned like a person rather than a woman slowly being hollowed out from the inside, said close the laptop, get in the car, go home to your son.Instead I'd ordered coffee, opened three more files, and told myself the Singapore expansion projections wouldn't review themselves.That was the lie I was living in now. Work as anaesthetic. Work as the thing I could still do correctly when everything else had become unrecognisable.The office was mostly empty by nine. The floor settled into its nighttime version, cleaning crew on the lower levels, the hum of the building's ventilation, the city blazing indifferently through forty floors of glass. I worked in the silence and told myself I preferred it.I was cross-referencing market analysis when I saw the light.Maxwell's office was at the opposite end of the

Hailey's POV The coffee was already made when I came out of my room.His cup already gone, his jacket already off the hook by the door, the penthouse already empty except for the sound of Gio eating breakfast with Susan down the hall.He'd made my cup without being asked.The way he always had. Before the contracts, before the hearing, before I'd spent weeks proving to him that I was exactly as terrified as he'd always suspected.I stood in the kitchen and looked at the cup for a long moment.Then I drank it and went to get my son ready for school.Christina's office was on the thirty-first floor of a building that smelled like carpet cleaner and expensive coffee and the particular anxiety of people with legal problems. I'd been here enough times in the last months that the receptionist knew my name and my order. That felt like the kind of detail I should find reassuring.I did not find it reassuring.Christina had the files open before I'd sat down. Three weeks to the re-evaluation