All Chapters of He Divorced Me, Now He's Begging for My Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

 Priya had been home for eleven minutes.She had taken her heels off at the door, put the kettle on, and was in the middle of unpinning her hair when the knock came.She wasn't expecting anyone.She went to the door and opened it without checking first because this was a building with a secure entrance and a concierge downstairs and nobody got up here without being buzzed in.Jane Smith was standing in the corridor.Priya looked at her.Jane looked back.For a moment neither of them said anything."Hellodear," Jane said pleasantly. "Priya, isn't it?""It is," Priya said,still very suprised as to what this was about. "May I come in?"Priya looked at her for a moment. At the coat, the composure. She knew exactly how this conversation was going to go.She stepped aside.Jane came in.She looked around the flat with the casual assessment of someone - not rudely, just thoro

 London knew something big was coming.Barricades surrounded the Fashion Week venue. Fashion trucks lined the streets while photographers fought over the best spots. Reporters stood outside rehearsing interviews, and people had already started queuing even though the show wasn't until tomorrow. "Tomorrow night, all eyes will be on LUXE," one presenter said into the camera. "Founder and creative director Evelyn Cole is making her London Fashion Week debut, and many are already calling it the most anticipated show of the season."Not far away, two women looked at the giant poster hanging outside the venue."I heard the entire front row is sold out.""It sold out in twenty minutes.""I've been waiting months for this show.""So has everyone else."Backstage was

  Aidan had found the seat.He was wearing a black leather jacket that wasn't particularly a disguise but felt like one.A baseball cap sat low over his face. He didn't want anyone recognising him.Especially Evelyn.He looked around, nobody paid him any attention.Good.He preferred it that way..He watched the runway. "Ladies and gentlemen...""Welcome to London Fashion Week." Applause filled the hall and the music began.The first model and designer stepped onto the runway.The audience watched in silence, and admiration too.Then came the second, then the third.Every collection received applause at the end.Every designer brought something different.Aidan found himself relaxing into his seat. Minutes late

 The police arrived in eleven minutes.It had felt longer.In those eleven minutes the backstage corridor went from quiet devastation to controlled chaos — venue staff appearing from everywhere, someone from show management asking what was happening. Priya had made the call.By the time the first officers came through the back entrance the journalists outside had already noticed that something was wrong. You couldn't have six police cars pull up outside a fashion venue without the people with cameras pointing them in that direction. Within twenty minutes there were more cameras outside than there had been for the show.The officer in charge was a woman named DS Clarke, the kind of person who had walked into bad situations enough times that she

 The park was a small. They had left Leon on a bench and he was there for a while, alone.The officer spotted him first."There," he said.Evelyn was already out of the car before it fully stopped.Leon was still in his tiny suit from last night — the jacket wrinkled now, one lapel bent wrong. He had his hands in his lap and his head slightly down and his shoulders were moving in the small specific way of a child who had been crying quietly for a while and hadn't stopped.Evelyn ran.She didn't call his name. She just ran across the wet morning grass and dropped to her knees in front of the bench and put her arms around him and pulled him in."Leon..."That was all she managed before the tears came.She buried him against her chest, kissing his hair over and over.