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Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Necessary
SHAWNWhy? Why in the fucking hell would Elara do this to me?Did she… did she have any clue how much it had actually cost me to arrange that premium delivery today? Did she know how much of my remaining pride I had to swallow just to write those words? My hands were trembling violently as I sat on the edge of my freshly cleaned mattress, my eyes staring fixedly at the smartphone screen, watching the soul-crushing image of the ruined roses again and again, for the literal hundredth time.Worse? The cold, calculated woman had blocked my number again, right after sending the picture.Why? Couldn't she at least give me a single chance to speak to her? Even if it’s on the phone?To talk like civilized people, to let me pursue her properly from a clean slate? Why was she actively blocking me at every single stop, sealing every door before I could even breathe? What had I done so unpardonably wrong in our past that she refused to stop breaking my heart at every turn?I wasn't surprised
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Cheap mistress
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
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Puppet II
MIRANDAAfter the insulting call, I felt an overwhelming urge to smash my smartphone directly into the paved sidewalk, or better yet, to physically manifest right across the cellular line and slap Charlotte to death. What on earth was the meaning of this childish power play? What did the bitch mean by ordering me to walk down the open street like a common pedestrian?My own vehicle was parked a mere few yards away near the café entrance. I could easily turn on my heel right now, slip into the plush leather seat, and drive slowly down the road to meet her—or better still, I could just go the fuck home. And then, I could text her some dramatic excuse about my pregnancy acting up and be done with it. So damn easy! The best thing even, considering the unfavourable circumstances…But I forced myself to calm down, taking a slow, shaky breath. Since I was already out here in the heat, I might as well go all out.Stamping down the furious rage that was actively building both inside and ou
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Puppet
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
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Ruined roses
ELARA“Good heavens! What Killian Voken does to my little sister… I swear I should personally kill him. This cannot be healthy…”What?I snapped my head up from my lap, my laughter cutting off mid-breath as I stared in absolute surprise at the tall figure leaning against my office door. It was Julian. He was standing there with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, a thoroughly amused, teasing glint in his eyes as he watched me.Why was Julian always intercepting cute moments like this? If this continues, he would be the one being killed… by me.I quickly cleared my tight throat, firmed my lips, and dropped my smartphone onto the mahogany desk surface. But the smile just completely refused to leave my lips. It returned the next second, and I gave up warring against it.Julian let out a loud tsk then, shaking his head in mock disapproval as he stepped into the office proper, smoothly shutting the heavy door behind him.My cheeks instantly blushed a deep, hot crimson. “What on eart
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Bear
ELARAI pressed the teddy bear back into its place at the corner of my desk, smiled at it for a moment that was probably too long, and opened the premium lunch pack. My mouth instantly watered as the rich, savory aroma of pan-seared truffles and premium steak hit the air, causing a low, appreciative moan to escape my lips in the quiet office.Needing to hear from him immediately, I grabbed my smartphone. I paused for a fleeting second, my thumb hovering over the screen as a practical thought crossed my mind. Was he currently locked in an important international meeting right now? My mind instantly teased me back—Does that even matter?I laughed softly, shaking my head. Not really. No matter what ungodly hour my messages arrived, or how critical his business surroundings were, Killian always replied to me within the next second. It didn't matter if he was standing right in the middle of a multi-million dollar corporate presentation. Or if he was negotiating with a client.I knew t
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Death
ELARAI was drowning.I fought the water with every ounce of strength I had left, but I was fighting the panic too. The trauma dragged me under like a physical weight—the jagged memory of the first time I had met Shawn. He had saved me then, a nerdy girl being tormented by bullies who thought it w
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Left For Dead
ELARAI’m not a mean girl by nature, I promise, but seeing the look of pure, startled shock on Miranda’s face at the insult made something inside me purr. “What is the meaning of that, Elara? How can you say such a thing to your best friend? What is wrong with you?” Shawn shouted, his voice boomin
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Unrecognizable
ELARAI smoothed the invisible creases on the red gown I wore, my eyes catching the steady tick of the clock on the wall.7 p.m. And Shawn wasn’t here yet.Did he seriously forget?The birthday dinner had been scheduled to start around 5:30 p.m. We were already almost two hours late!I picked my ph
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Storm Bringer...
ELARAWhy not start my revenge right now?The thought settled into my mind, igniting a dark curiosity I hadn't felt in years. I stood at the foot of my bed, my breathing shallow as I stared at the packed bags resting on the deep-blue silk duvet.It would be a delicious satisfaction, watching Shawn
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