Ex Husband Wants Me Back

dy experience. She sat still, her posture elegant and composed, wearing a deep emerald dress that hugged her like an old secret. Her fin

retending that she hadn't once been the woman every ey

n Wes

ed her at the sound of his voice-even now, muf

clenched with restraint. His black hair was a little shorter than before, his shoulders broader, h

ng it were strong enough to

ldn't ha

his event had been pitched as a professional opportunity. Nothing more. She'd

inded of the life she once had. The woman she u

settlement. Just her pride, and even that felt paper-thin some days. The tabloids had speculated everything from inf

ng Damien, she

ri

e straightening befo

compass. Tonight, she wore blood-red heels and carried herself lik

" Maddie said, looping an a

odded.

housand-yard stare while the man who broke

ryly. "That d

said. "He keeps

eath out of her.

again-turning ever so slightly, her eyes flicke

looking

Just quiet intensity. Like he saw her. L

turne

have come," s

nger than you think. And beca

ding slowly. "Ye

d in. "You w

hesit

s when sh

peakers. "Please welcome the man behind tonight's ca

use e

a f

ortrait of calm and command. He didn't speak for a moment, lett

CEO. I'm here because someone once taught me that art... isn't just about beauty. It's about trut

ng p

. And I've spent years

stomach

on her name. He

m knew exactly who h

ia didn't hear it. She stood up, heart racing, body

alked

Past the waiters.

the wall, closing her eyes against the mem

Damien Westwood had always been the

, he wa

in the

n her

ai