Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

MIRANDAFinally, the lukewarm chamomile tea began to burn the back of my throat as I sipped it slowly, staring blankly out the window of the upscale café. I tried with everything I had to completely ignore the toxic buzzing and whispered murmurs radiating from the other patrons around me—a suffocating noise that had literally doubled the exact second I had stepped foot into the restaurant.From the corner of my eyes, I could see two girls at a corner table blatantly holding up their smartphones, taking a couple of pictures of my face. On a good day, a beautiful day, I would have been absolutely ecstatic to receive that kind of attention. But these were not good days. Not at all.Since that disastrous engagement evening, and the social media post my mother had deleted from my timeline—which I understood now was so unnecessary, things really did take a turn for the worse. Even though the text had only been up for a mere sixty seconds, more than half of the city had already seen the

MIRANDAThe heavy soundproof door clicked shut behind me, sealing out the low hum of the club and enveloping the private suite in a luxurious quiet.In the center of the room, a pristine glass-topped table was already impeccably set, filled with an assortment of snacks, a light meal of artisanal finger foods, and an array drinks and vintage wines resting in a silver ice bucket. My anger dissipated somewhat as I took in the elaborate arrangement that had been prepared for my coming. It informed me that it wasn't a rushed, makeshift meeting at least; she had actually planned for me… had actually cared to plan.The private room itself was a masterpiece of decadent, modern design. The walls were upholstered in a deep, midnight-blue plush velvet that seemed to absorb the ambient light, accented by brushed gold geometric panels that mirrored the club's elite aesthetic. The furniture was minimalist yet aggressively expensive—two low-slung, curved lounge chairs wrapped in cream-colored Ita

SHAWNI sat at the edge of the mattress and just looked at Miranda, because for one long moment I couldn't do anything else.Miranda slept the way she did everything—like the room belonged to her and always had. One arm thrown above her head, sheet pooled low at her hip, breath slow and even, utterly unbothered by the world she'd just taken apart. In the dim amber light bleeding through the curtains her skin looked warm, almost gold, and for a second I let myself just stand there, because looking cost nothing. Feeling something, though… that cost everything, and I wasn't sure I had it to spend on her.Insatiable. That was the only word that fit. Twice I'd tried to get up, and twice she'd hauled me back down by the wrist, laughing low and dark against my ear, refusing to let me breathe until she'd wrung a third finish out of me. My legs still didn't feel entirely mine. My lower back throbbed in that specific way that would ache for days. She'd used me like something she owned. And

ELARAI cracked my neck, letting out a wide, heavy exhale that required me to quickly cover my mouth with a hand. Looking around the smooth expanse of my mahogany desk, a deep sense of satisfaction washed over me as I took in the massive amount of paperwork I had successfully dismantled today. I truly couldn't wait to get home, eat a warm meal, and just rest.I checked the digital clock on the wall. It was almost 7:00 PM, and the city sky stretching outside my floor-to-ceiling windows was already rapidly darkening into a deep navy blue.My brothers had already called me much earlier in the afternoon, wanting to come and pick me up from the company, but I had firmly told them not to worry. At the time, I wasn't entirely sure when I would finally wrap up my duties for the day, and after all, I had my own private driver and security detail waiting downstairs.My eyes drifted across the desk, catching sight of the teddy bear resting against the wood. A soft smile instantly broke across m

ELARAThe night air had turned cool by the time I finally neared the towering iron structure of the main gates, and I let out a soft huff of air, my breath fogging faintly in front of me. I'd severely underestimated the actual distance between my company and the outer perimeter.What had looked like a ten-minute walk on the was closer to twenty or more, and every one of those minutes was making itself known in my calves.My breathing came a bit fast now, more from the pace than the distance, and I grimaced slightly, thinking to myself that I really needed to start practicing yoga or cardio again—build my stamina back up to what it used to be before my foolish old marriage had quietly eaten it away. My right hand strained under the heavy weight of my leather bag—I had long taken it off my shoulder, the strap biting a thin red line into my palm, and a tiny part of me began to regret not letting Ben drive the car up to the steps like he'd offered twice already.Fortunately, through the