《Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

Friday, 5:35PMMIRANDAI stared intently into the mirror, completely mesmerized as the celebrity makeup artist applied the finishing touches of translucent powder to my face.Turning my head this way and that, I couldn't help but internally rain lavish compliments upon myself. I looked absolutely beautiful. Today was my day after all, and every single detail had to reflect perfection. The heavy glamour makeup sat flawlessly on my skin, enhancing every sharp angle of my features, hiding every trace of the stress from the previous days. My eyes sparkled with a triumphant, wicked gleam. I couldn't wait to finally wear the diamond ring that Shawn and I had chosen last night. Due to his pathetic state, the shopping had been done online, and the custom piece had arrived at the mansion mere hours ago today.I flexed my long, well-manicured fingers in the air, a wave of giddy excitement washing over me. Even though this was technically just the engagement ceremony and not the official we

ELARAThe monumental grandeur of the Pavilion paralyzed me, completely.As I stood frozen in the arched doorway of the hall, my eyes scrambled to process a masterpiece that felt so detached from reality. For a long moment, I wondered if I had somehow stepped into the wrong building.My late mother’s favorite venue for hosting the city’s most lavish elite galas had been completely transformed into a breathtaking, ethereal sanctuary.My chest tightened as I drank in more of the beauty of this place, which I hadn’t been able to walk into for years without feeling the lingering ache of her absence.And now it has been transformed into this.For me.Relief—over my father’s good health—and amazement tumbled and entangled in my lower belly as I came to the realization and checked out the hall.Suspended from the towering, vaulted ceilings were dozens of massive, tiered crystal chandeliers, each one casting a warm, brilliant amber glow that reflected flawlessly off the polished marble floors

ELARAAs my father’s booming voice echoed through the pavilion speakers, I found myself barely hearing the actual words of his speech, my mind drifting into a darker, more analytical space.“...We are gathered here today to witness a lovely union… a merging of two formidable legacies… my beautiful daughter Elara has finally found a man worthy of her strength…”My father’s voice faded into background static as a cold, familiar anxiety tried to grip my throat.It happened so suddenly that it almost stole the joy from the moment.One second, I was standing beneath chandeliers surrounded by warmth and celebration. The next, old wounds were clawing their way back to the surface.I couldn't help but wonder… how would Killian treat me once we actually got married?Hadn't Shawn done the exact same thing years ago?Shawn had been all attentive and cute when I had been a naive girl following him around, desperately wanting his attention and approval.Back then, I had mistaken attention for love

SHAWNShe said yes.How could she possibly say yes?A suffocating, black rage violently gripped my throat as I watched Killian slowly rise back to his full height on the live digital broadcast.The single word continued echoing inside my skull. Yes.Again. Again. And again.Each repetition felt like a mallet striking against my ribs.On the glowing screen, Killian took his sweet time before leaning down toward Elara.She seemed absolutely willing as he approached.The sight made my stomach twist violently. Was it all just a facade? A pretense?The raw, intense emotions the broadcast camera captured swimming in her beautiful eyes—the glistening tears—was it all just a calculated act for the press? I wondered fiercely, my mind spinning into a dark abyss of pure denial.It had to be.Because the alternative was impossible.Absolutely impossible.How on earth could she genuinely love someone she had barely just met two months ago?Even if the Viking and Voken families were notoriously

ELARAWhen on earth are all these people finally going to leave?I wondered silently, biting my lower lip as I watched Killian greet and laugh with the massive crowd of high-society figures converging tightly around him.He was flanked by his parents, my brothers, and my father, who were all completely surrounded by the city's elite, but my eyes were stubbornly, exclusively locked on Killian alone.No matter how many people stood around him, no matter how many conversations demanded his attention, my eyes always found him.And his somehow always found me right back.When would I finally have some alone time with him?Didn't any of these people think that a newly engaged couple would actually want that?That we deserved a moment of privacy after a surprise of this scale?I nervously toyed with the heavy, exquisite ring resting on my finger, deeply liking the cool, solid feel of it there, even as I forced a perfunctory smile onto my face for the endless stream of guests meeting me to of