All Chapters of Be Mine Again, Dear Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Name your price. How much would you accept to divorce Malakai and get lost?"Harper stared at the tall, fair-skinned woman in a snug-fitting red dress standing before her. She looked out of place in the large supermarket, dressed like someone who belonged on the runway."Excuse me?" Harper said, her voice soft but steady.The woman smiled as she lifted her sunglasses, inspecting Harper the way one would examine an item they were deciding whether to discard."You heard me," she said, blowing invisible dust off the lens before sliding it back on. "Let's not make things complicated."Harper's heart thudded hard. She shifted slightly, angling the stroller closer to her body. Her six-month-old son slept peacefully inside, blissfully unaware of the tension simmering in the air."I think you have me confused with someone else," Harper replied. "Please go on your way."She turned the stroller, already moving to leave. She didn't want a scene. She was too tired for one."Harper." The w

"Are you sure about this, Harp?" Anne asked her best friend through the phone. She had known Harper since childhood and had stood by her through everything. The hit-and-run that took her adopted parents. The depression that followed. The justice that never came because the driver was protected by wealth."Yes, I'm sure. I want a divorce. On my own terms," Harper replied firmly. "I want it done as soon as possible.""Fine. I will prepare everything right away. Take care, Harp."The line went dead, and Harper exhaled, feeling like a heavy weight had just been lifted off her shoulders.She stood in the corner of the garden where the memorial was being held, watching 'Maddie' and Malakai. They seemed to be deeply engrossed in a conversation. She no longer cared about what they were talking about. Her days as the wife of Malakai Blackwell were numbered. She had done enough.Straightening her shoulders, she turned and started to walk away, her head held high. Her phone vibrated, and

“Of course I won't miss the gala. No, Dad. You don't have to get me a dress," Harper said, her phone pressed to her ear, her cheeks stained pink. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she crossed the lobby of Hemsworth General, her white coat folded neatly over her arm. The name badge clipped to her brown blazer caught the light when she stopped at the security desk.Dr. Harper Blackwell.Her fingers brushed the badge unconsciously as she stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut with a muted thud."Alright, Dad. See you later," she said, and the line went dead.Harper released a sigh, staring at the wall of the elevator, her thoughts clouding her mind.“Are we moving houses because Daddy doesn't love us anymore?”Summer's small voice echoed in her head.Harper had frozen then.“We're just changing places, sweetheart,” she'd finally said, stroking Summer's hair. "Sometimes adults need new beginnings."Summer had nodded, clearly unconvinced. Harper d

Harper straightened her spine, giving him a small, steady smile as she met his worried gaze. She couldn't afford to crumble there. Especially not with someone watching. "I'm really alright now," she replied. She gently pulled her hand from his grip. "Thank you, Dr. Argent. I just... needed a moment." Tyson searched her face for a long second, clearly unconvinced, but he stepped back and nodded. "If you need anything—anything at all—you know where to find me." Harper gave him a polite nod and slipped out of the elevator. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished corridor tiles as she made her way towards Storage Room 4B, her heart still hammering from the earlier chaos. The hallway was too quiet after the pandemonium downstairs. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. She paused outside the unmarked door, her hand hovering over the handle as she braced herself. Would the stranger still be waiting? Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open. It was empty. Her eyes drop

Maddison Snow stood in the opulent study of her father's sprawling estate, the late-afternoon sun slanting through the floor-to-ceiling windows and turning the marble floors into pools of gold. She kept her head bowed, her hands clasped in front of her cream silk dress, the same one she'd worn to the hospital fiasco. The photos had been everywhere for a few hours. Dramatic shots of her curled up on the lobby floor, her hand dramatically clutching her belly and photos where Malakai carried her like some tragic heroine. Eric Snow paced behind his massive mahogany desk, his phone still warm from the calls he'd made to every major tabloid editor in the city. His silver hair gleamed under the chandelier, but his expression was thunderous. "Do you have any idea how much that cost me?" he snapped. "Six figures to kill those pictures before they went viral. Six figures, Maddison. And for what? So the whole world could see my daughter playing damsel in distress in a public hospital?" Ma