All Chapters of Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELARAWhy not start my revenge right now?The thought settled into my mind, igniting a dark curiosity I hadn't felt in years. I stood at the foot of my bed, my breathing shallow as I stared at the packed bags resting on the deep-blue silk duvet.It would be a delicious satisfaction, watching Shawn face the kind of genuine company crisis he had always pretended to have. The same crisis he’d used as a pathetic excuse for his late nights, his missed anniversaries, my forgotten birthdays, and his total emotional abandonment of our marriage.A sinister smile curved my lips, pulling at muscles that had grown stiff from years of forced smiles. Yes… now will do.I reached for the bags, my fingers tightening around the leather handles as if I were gripping the throat of every future mistake I intended to rectify. With controlled movements, I lifted them and tucked them deep into the wardrobe.I couldn’t have him finding out my plan just yet.Crossing the room with newfound purpose, I walked to

ELARAI’m not a mean girl by nature, I promise, but seeing the look of pure, startled shock on Miranda’s face at the insult made something inside me purr. “What is the meaning of that, Elara? How can you say such a thing to your best friend? What is wrong with you?” Shawn shouted, his voice booming across the canopy. He stepped protectively close to Miranda, whose eyes immediately blurred with fake tears. In the next breath, she buried her face against his shirt for consolation, acting as if my words had physically wounded her.Over a simple insult?I scoffed, my lip curling in a sneer. The sheer audacity of these fools was breathtaking.“Is that why she would put her face against the chest of a married man?” I made sure my voice was loud, projecting it so the surrounding guests couldn't possibly look away. “Or is there something going on here that I’m simply not aware of?”I caught the guilty, frantic darting of eyes between Shawn and his family—his rude, entitled sisters and his

SHAWN“If anything happens to Elara, just know that you will lose your position in the company! Every single share…!”Grandfather’s voice thundered across the hospital room, heavy with an authority that usually made my blood run cold. But I didn't look at him. Instead, I rolled my eyes discreetly, tightening my grip on Miranda’s hand as she lay in the bed next to mine, looking like a wilted lily.“How can you not even go to visit your wife while she’s in a hospital bed?” he snapped, his glare boring straight into the side of my head.“Elara is strong. She’s a country girl, she’ll be okay,” I replied flatly, forcing a calm I didn’t entirely feel. My chest felt tight, but I pushed the sensation down. “Miranda here has a weak heart, Grandfather. She needs actual care. I will see Elara later when things have settled.”“I’ve told you what I told you… if she—”My mother stepped in quickly, barely masking her irritation with the old man. “Father, let it go. He will see Elara after this drip

SHAWN“Where is the patient that stayed in this room last night, even till this morning?”I asked one of the nurses I saw walking down the hallway, after I had checked Room B17 and saw the bed empty.At first, fear had eroded my senses, swamping me so much I couldn’t breathe the first few seconds, thinking that Elara was dead. The squeeze on my heart only lessened when I remembered that if that was the case, it would have been on the news.“Oh, Miss Elara Viking...?” the nurse asked.No longer Elara Lindays. I kept my face carefully blank, not to mirror the anger that threatened to surface at such disrespect.“Who are you?”I swallowed hard. “Her husband.”The nurse furrowed her brows, watching me closely. She didn’t look like she believed me, but she directed me to the private ward on the last floor of the hospital, meant for the prominent people of society.Of course. Nothing less for the daughter of Silas Viking.Heart thumping, I started toward the elevator. When I got to the floo

SHAWN“Shawn, what are you doing? Why are you drinking?” my mother asked as she stepped into my living room with Miranda.After my confrontation with Elara’s brothers, I hadn’t bothered to check in with them or with my grandfather. I had instead returned straight to the house. It was only when I entered our room—our wardrobe—that I realized she had cleared out everything that was hers.She had left only those drab gowns my mother made available to her and some of the gifts I had given her in the past years of our marriage. Her items had been folded into boxes; it seemed she had planned on leaving after the party regardless.Yet, why would she? Did she find someone else? Doesn't she love me anymore? My fists clenched as I ruminated on this.“Shawn! Can’t you hear me?”I looked at my mother blankly, needing none of her tantrums. I just wasn’t in the mood for this.“What is the matter?”Her head drew back in surprise, maybe by the coldness in my voice, but I didn’t apologize.“What are y