Chasing His Ex-Wife Back
says, his voice cutting through the
arm glow, guests mingling, a symphony playing softly in the background. But none of that matters now
forcing a smile, hoping for even
, the words sharp,
creeps up my spine. Has he bought another mansion in my name? Damion can be full of surprises. But as I slid
ce pa
I look up at him, searching for some sign that this is a cruel
nsaction. "Yes, Isabelle. This farce has gone on long enough. It's time
d by the ringing in my ears. "You're ending our marriage because
nk I haven't seen it? The way you cling to me, desperate, pretending we still have something worth fighti
"Damion, how can you say that? I love you! I've stood by you through everything, through the pressure, throu
love isn't enough. It never has been. I need a partner who streng
m now. My hands shake as I reach for him, my fingers grazing the fabric of his suit. "Please, Damion
and the space between us feels like an endless chasm. "I'm done talking. I'
h humiliation and disbelief. "A l
and I force the sob threatening to escape back into my throat. B
familia
mmering as she weaves through the crowd with practiced elegance. She's holding a glas
e envelope in my trembling hands, her green eyes dancing with triumph. "Damion told me he w
"Kaia, what is this
Because he invited me," she says simply. "You see, I've been helping D
aia presses a kiss to his jaw, her smile growing as the room begins to sti
d enough for the nearby guests to hear. "
crowd, to the faces watching this unfold like some grotesque drama. I
, my voice trembling
this perfect little life, didn't you? But Damion and I... we
a denial, an explanation-anything. B
ing. The weight of their betrayal, the stares of the crowd-it's too much. My knees t
I whisper, the question han