The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back)
Amelia found a beach hat with a bow almost bigger than her head.
“Mommy look! I’m a princess!”
“Yes, Your Highness,” I played along, bowing dramatically.
But Elijah nudged me gently. “She’s not just a princess.” He bent down. “She’s the CEO of a multinational princess corporation.”
Amelia giggled and slapped a tiny hand over her mouth.
We picked swimsuits, matching floral shirts for the plane, sunscreen lotions, sunglasses, and comfortable sandals. I even grabbed a deep red swimsuit I hadn’t intended to buy, but the second I saw Elijah’s eyes flick over it and widen slightly, something inside me reacted.