The Ex-Wife's Billion Dollar Comeback (Soraya) novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

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Angela’s green eyes were clear as day. They sparkled with unfiltered joy. She was all smiles as Soraya lathered shampoo on

her hair.

Soraya was helping her in the bathtub.

This was supposed to be the job of Angela’s nanny, but the little girl insisted that Soraya bathe her.

Angela suddenly pointed behind Soraya.

Soraya looked back and saw yellow duckling toys around. She asked Angela, “Do you want to play with the ducks?”

Angela nodded.

“Say, Aunt Soraya, can I play with my toys?” Soraya encouraged.

Angela took a deep breath. She said, “Mommy, can I play with my toys?”

Soraya: “…”

‘Where did the ‘Mommy’ come from?’ Soraya smirked. The little girl was so cheeky.

Still, Soraya rewarded Angela for her efforts. She took the basket of small yellow ducks and spread them across the bubble bath.

Angela’s words were still not perfectly clear. There were certain letters she could not pronounce correctly, but they were understandable.

In between bathing Angela, Soraya kept reminding her, “If you need to tell me something, you need to say it.”

When Angela merely nodded, Soraya reminded her, “Say, yes, Aunt Soraya.”

Angela: “Yes, Mommy.”

Soraya: “…”

There were some things she couldn’t force, especially with a four-year-old child. Since Jacob had made it clear he wasn’t bothered by Angela addressing her as ‘Mommy,’ she let it be… for now.

Jacob wasn’t home.

Dante told her he was on a business trip and would be back on Saturday evening. He did, however, leave Soraya a contract for their arrangement.

The contract was simple and had no complications. Part of the deal included staying overnight at Jacob’s house on Fridays and Saturdays. Soraya signed it, and Dante gave her a check for $200,000.

It was easy money. Soraya still couldn’t believe it.

The best part was how she earnestly enjoyed her time with Angel.

That night, Soraya watched Angela fall asleep. Tucking her to be reminded Soraya of the days she had spent with Sage.

She found herself wondering how her daughter was, but at the same time, she recalled how Sage favored Rose.

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“Control, Soraya, control. Feelings pass. Feelings pass. Control,” he reminded herself before leaving Angela’s side to make money on stocks.

The next morning. Soraya took Ruth’s place and accompanied Angela to her therapy.

The little girl held her hand proudly as they entered the therapy center, her tiny fingers wrapped tightly around Soraya’s like she didn’t want to let go. In the lounge, they waited for their turn. Around them, other children with special needs lingered with their parents-most seated on laps, sharing snacks or being gently comforted.

“Hi Angela!” some kids greeted, waving with familiarity.

One particular child, a girl with pigtails and a bright pink dress, uddenly turned to her mother and said, “Mommy, hug, please.”

Angela’s eyes followed them. Then, as if processing what just happened, she turned to Soraya, walked up close, and raised both arms. “Mommy, hug!”

Copying behaviors were common for children with Asperger’s syndrome. Soraya knew this well. She went through the same stage herself as a child.

But somehow, Angela’s actions felt different.

Angela hugged her tightly and lingered. She buried her face in Soraya’s neck and sighed-not the kind of sigh that came from simple mimicry, but one that seemed to whisper, ‘I’ve been waiting for this.’

When it was time to go in, Angela didn’t let go. She held Soraya’s hand all the way into the room and introduced her proudly: “I have Mommy now!”

To the therapists: “This is my mommy!”

To the receptionist: “Mommy is pretty!”

To a little boy in a red hoodie: “Look, I have a mommy too!”

Angela would hug her at random moments, lean on her shoulder pressing gentle kisses on her cheek, and keep her hand curled in Soraya’s even during therapy games.

It became more than imitation.

With every cling, every smile, and every declaration, it became clear to Soraya: Angela wasn’t pretending.

She truly wanted a mother.

Soraya was not needed throughout Angela’s session. During the ttle girl’s one-on-one with her therapists, Soraya waited outside.

It was during that moment when Soraya felt a tear run down her cheek.

Angela had been left behind by a mother who never looked back And Soraya… she had been left standing still, watching her daughter choose someone else.

Soraya and Angela were not two peas in a pod.

They were different, but they fit together in the empty spaces of each other’s lives.

Soraya wondered, ‘Maybe we’re not what we lost… but maybe were exactly what we need.’

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Angela was amazing today, the followed every instruction, cleaned up after the activity, and even helped another child That’s the most responsible I’ve ever seen her, the therapist said

“Really?” Soraya asked, supriscil

The therapist nodded. “Yes. She was calm, focused, and proud. Today”

Soraya’s heart skipped a beat. She suntered, “Um-ew about t

sked her what changed, and she said, ‘Mommy came

But Soraya did not get to explain because the therapist added gly, “You being here… it clearly makes her feel safe and proud. That kind of presence can’t be taught.”

Soraya looked through the glass window at Angela, who was carully putting away her toys with a happy grin.

Her heart tightened.

She was happy for Angela. But the truth was, she wasn’t her mother. And no matter how much the child clung to her, that fact remained.

Is it right to play this role?’ she wondered.

Then Angela turned, spotted her through the glass, and waved with a beam so wide it reached her eyes.

Soraya waved back, thinking, ‘Maybe this isn’t about pretending to be someone I’m not… Maybe it’s just about being kind and showing up for someone who needed me.’

Later that evening, after Angela fell asleep, Soraya set up two laptops on her desk. One showed real-time stock charts, and the other displayed live forex prices. She studied the patterns, tracked price movements, and checked her stop-loss settings. The market was unpredictable, but Soraya stayed focused.

A soft chime on her screen signaled the close of a trade.

She had just earned $19,300 that night.

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