The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 118

At Ease in My Own Life 

HANNAH’S POV: 

A MONTH LATER: 

If someone had told me months ago that I would willingly attend a high-profile formal dinner hosted by the Martínez family, specifically Mrs. Martinez, and that I wouldn’t be trembling with anxiety but instead filled with something that felt suspiciously like contentment, I wouldn’t have believed them. 

Yet here I was, standing in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, smoothing the front of my black satin gown for the third time in five minutes. 

The dress was stunning, I had to admit. It hugged my curves in all the right places before flowing down to the floor in an elegant cascade. The neckline was just low enough to be sophisticated without being too revealing. My hair was swept up in a loose chignon, with a few curls framing my face. I’d even put on the diamond earrings Elijah had given me last week, telling me they reminded him of how my eyes sparkled when I laughed. 

I was nervous, yes. But not the kind of nervous I used to be. Not the scared, anxious kind that made me want to hide in a corner. This was different. This was the nervous energy of someone who knew they belonged but was still getting used to the feeling. 

“Mummy, how do I look?” Amelia’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. 

I turned to see my daughter twirling in her soft pink dress, the tulle skirt floating around her like a cloud. She looked like something out of a fairy tale, her dark curls bouncing with each spin. 

“You look absolutely beautiful, sweetheart,” I said, kneeling down to adjust the small tiara she’d insisted on wearing. “Like a real princess.” 

“I know,” she said matter-of-factly, striking another pose. “I practiced in front of the mirror for like, twenty minutes.” 

I laughed, standing back up. “Twenty whole minutes? That’s very dedicated.” 

“Where’s Andrew?” I asked, looking around the room. 

“Right here!” Andrew’s voice came from the walk-in closet. “I’m trying to fix this stupid tie. It keeps going crooked.” 

“Language,” I called out gently. “And come here, let me help you.” 

Andrew emerged from the closet, looking adorably frustrated in his tiny suit. He’d insisted on wearing a bow tie ” like the men in fancy movies,” and now he was clearly regretting that decision. 

“I look stupid,” he muttered, tugging at the collar of his white dress shirt. 

“You look very handsome,” I corrected him, kneeling to adjust his bow tie properly. “Very distinguished.” 

“What does distinguished mean?” he asked, his brow furrowing in that serious way he had. 

“It means you look important. Grown up. Like someone people should take seriously.” 

He seemed to consider this, then nodded slowly. “Okay. I can work with that.” 

I was just finishing with his tie when I heard the closet door open again. I looked up and felt my breath catch. 

Elijah stepped out in a tailored charcoal suit that fit him perfectly. His hair was slicked back, showing off his 

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