All Chapters of Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Board Meeting II

ELARAThe boardroom of the Lindays company was a miniature version of the one in my father’s company, but I was not here to make comparisons but to dish back what I’ve been given. The look on Shawn’s face… there was a time I would have given anything to have him look at me like that, but now I find it terribly disgusting. The others in the room looked rather confused, including Maxwell, Shawn’s grandfather, and Linda. Well, who could blame them? I had no business being here, even if I had the Viking’s name, but I am S.N., and Shawn had invited me himself.“Apologies for my lateness. I was held up in a business meeting...” The lie left my lips smoothly, as I walked properly into the room, followed closely by Ben and Jake. I could feel the eyes of every shareholder on me, tracking my every move. “Please wait outside…” I said to my guards, and they nod respectfully, shutting the door after them. But really, I had intentionally let them walk in with me— a power play, just as I had i

Pack of Fallen Cards

SHAWNThis wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real. Maybe I was in a dream, or trapped in some cruel alternate reality. Surely, that was the only explanation. My wife couldn't be S.N. She couldn't be the elusive tech billionaire who had appeared out of the blue, invested in our company, and worked behind the scenes to support our growth. Surely… my hands were sweaty and my feet felt numb against the carpet as my grandfather’s shouting rang in my ears. I could hear the murmurs of the shareholders and the cold decisions they were bent on making. This was real. This nightmare was my reality. Elara was S.N. She had supported the company all this while with her own funds… even while I had mistreated her. Even while I had abused her and let my family abuse her. How? How had she done it? How had she swallowed it all, while funding my extravagant lifestyle?My tongue was too heavy to speak, to add to whatever my grandfather was saying. To be honest, I couldn’t even hear him clearly. I was

Free Woman

ELARA“And I’m not joking, Elara…” “Kneeling won’t change a thing, Shawn. Get up.” I mused, feigning pity.Shawn shook his head and stayed on his knees, making his mother gasp in a mixture of shock and utter disbelief. Maxwell, however, remained mute, actually looking spaced out, as if he weren't even in the room with us. He looked like a man frantically calculating losses and consequences—a better man, really, than Shawn, who was currently ranting rubbish, trying to build castles on clouds.“Elara… it took a while, but I’ve realized this feeling holding my heart captive… I love you.” I saw the thread of sincerity in his eyes, but what did I know? This male had lied to me countless times in the past. Why should I believe him now? Worse, he had plotted the demise of my little more than pristine reputation. He had plotted my total ruin. And now, he wanted me to believe that he loved me? He must have really thought I was stupid.“Elara, for years I’ve resented you, yes, I am aware…

Family First

ELARA“So, how did it go?” I shrugged at Julian’s question, slowly and gracefully unhooking my earrings. “Went well,” I replied, turning around. I wasn't surprised to see he wasn't alone; he was with Liam and Connor, all still in their professional work suits. They must have come straight from their offices—probably informed by one of the guards the second I stepped through the gates. They entered the room properly, reclining in different positions and making themselves at home. Julian, who had claimed a spot on my bed, crossed his legs at the ankles and pushed for more.“Come on, give us the details.”And I did. By the time I was finished recounting, a sheepish, triumphant smile was plastered on my face. My heart was thrumming with a pure happiness born from the successful execution of a plan well-concocted. My brothers looked just as satisfied.“Wish I was there…” Connor murmured, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “He really said he loved you? The idiot. It’s probably just

Pick a Struggle

SHAWN“So, you were truly sleeping with her best friend. What is her name again? Miranda?” Grandpa Max asked, his voice eerily calm as we sat on the well-curated furniture in the living room of the Lindays mansion. I opened my mouth to defend myself, to negate the accusation, but then I remembered the pictures and the videos we had all seen in that boardroom. I clamped my mouth shut and waited for my grandfather’s judgment. My mother was with us too, though she seemed less prone to even speak. She was still reeling from the revelations of the day—most of all, the truth about my wife. My ex-wife. I gritted my teeth in sharp, physical pain. Ex-wife. How did I get here? “Shawn, you really don’t want to get me riled up now. Speak.” I nodded slowly. “Yes, Gramps. I…” I couldn't help it? Was looking for an escape from a bitter marriage? But wasn't I the one who had made it bitter, cold?I realized it then, remembering the time I had slapped her, the times my family had abused her v

A Moment Prayed For

ELARA“Linda was hesitant to let us take your properties, actually…” Julian answered when I inquired about their extraction of my things from Shawn’s house. “It was the bitch… what is her name again?” “Miranda,” Liam supplied, sipping champagne from his glass. Just as Dominic promised, we were all out tonight to celebrate. We were at the Gilded Lily, a high-end restaurant Liam had chosen. True to his reputation, it was breathtaking. The interior was an oasis of quiet opulence, with walls draped in midnight-blue velvet and crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, amber glow over the white linen tables. The quality of service was impeccable; the waiters moved like shadows in their crisp, charcoal-grey uniforms, appearing only when needed. And the food on the table was a masterpiece—seared scallops with a hint of lemon zest, wagyu beef that melted like butter on the tongue, and wine that tasted of sun-drenched vineyards. Every bite was a reminder of the life I had almost forgotten I d

Desperate?

SHAWN“What do you mean I can’t come? It’s a black-tie event, it will be suspicious if you come alone to the event. People will think you unstable, yet sulking over the rumors that are blowing over the socials… who will want to do business with you then?” I shut my eyes, my jaw tightening until my teeth ached, my hand clamping the phone so tight that it was a miracle the gadget didn’t break under the pressure. Even as I bottled down the urge to tell Miranda off for reminding me of the recent predicament, my mind went off to the news circling the media recently—news that came with the picture of my Elara in a big-shot restaurant with Killian. They looked sickeningly intimate, with that motherfucker’s finger trailing her jaw in a way that made my vision swim. My blood boiled even now as the image that had refused to leave my head replayed itself in a loop, a blade twisting in my gut.And worse is the release of our divorce finalizing on the socials, laid out for the whole world to m

The Gala

SHAWNThe venue of the gala is steaming with people, just like I expected. Expensively dressed people were already making connections as they waited for the guards at the entrance of the hall to scan their tickets and let them in. The air outside was thick with the scent of heavy perfumes and the ozone of high-end electric engines idling in the circular driveway. Outstretching my hand, I helped my mother out of the car like a gentleman, my fingers brushing the silk of her gown as she stepped onto the red carpet. My grandfather got out of the other side of the car with his staff, looking fastidiously classic in a sharp black suit and leather brown shoes that shone like dark glass under the floodlights.Grandpa Max stood with a spine as straight as a bayonet. He had that old-world elegance that commanded respect—his silver hair was slicked back to perfection, and his watch, a vintage heirloom, glinted with a quiet sort of wealth. Beside him, my mother looked every bit the Lindays mat

You Drive Me Crazy... Sugar

ELARA“He will burst a vein if he continues glaring at us like that—that, and having his eyes getting popped out of their sockets.” Julian pointed out just barely a minute after we had taken our allotted VIP seats in the gathering, seats that afforded us a good view of the host of the elite that had gathered for this year’s gala. I didn't need to look back to know exactly who he was talking about; I could feel Shawn’s gaze like a hot, desperate branding iron on the back of my neck.“That will surely be a sight to behold; I for one would like that…” Liam muttered, his voice a dangerous rumble. He picked up the heavy, gold-embossed brochure from the table, his eyes scanning the schedule of the event with bored precision as waiters hurried around and toward our table, their movements frantic as they tried to make sure we were comfortable. I was sure that a lot of the elites would be wondering why we were given this high table, apart from being Vikings. Well, they would be knowing so

Outbidding A Rival

SHAWNWhat? What was happening? What is happening to me? I mused, clutching my chest, feeling the tremendous pain nestling there, puncturing my heart with every thud of my pulse. It was stealing my breath, my words, as Killian leaned in and kissed Elara for the second time—a deep, possessive claim that made the room spin, even as their parents approached the VIP table, the only one of its kind in the entire gala. I had thought this event was where the elite could be equal, even if just for a few hours, but the presence of that table drew all the attention in the room to them. And now the kisses… It was a spectacle that had Silas Viking grinning from ear to ear, his pride radiating across the hall; it was one that solidified the rumors, and knocked nails into the coffin of my company.I watched, my heart bleeding, my hands fisted so tight on my thighs that I was sure my bones would burst through my skin. I watched with a blooming, acidic hatred as her brothers stood up alongside h

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