The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 13

Seven Years of Silence 

ELIJAH’S POV: 

I was all alone searching for her but never even found her. And the radio silence from her was defeaning and I had so much regret 

I still wish I could see her again one day. 

FEW HOURS LATER. 

“We are here.” The driver announced as soon as we arrived. 

The car pulled up to the grand entrance of the Rosemont. Cameras flashed. A few reporters hovered nearby. Janet immediately fixed her smile and looped her arm through mine like we were still something to admire. 

Were we even ever anything to admire? 

She smiled brightly and even stopped to give me a kiss which drove the reporters crazy and they instantly flashed us my cameras. Janet looked the spotlight more than anything else in the world and she would throw a fit when the camera caught her ‘bad side’ 1 

“Come one.” I held her hand leading her in as she continued posing. 

Inside, the ballroom was buzzing gold lights dripping from the ceiling, laughter and classical music bouncing off marble. People with too much money and too many secrets swirled around us in silks and sequins. 

I grabbed a glass of scotch from a passing waiter. 

“Try not to look like you hate everyone,” Janet muttered under her breath with a smile still plastered on her face. “We’re here to be seen.” 

I ignored her and scanned the room, more out of habit than interest. And then I felt it. 

That strange tug in my chest. Like a shift in the air. 

I turned my head, slow and careful scanning the room. 

There was a woman across the ballroom. Her back was to me at first, her hand resting on the shoulder of a little girl in a green dress. She bent slightly to speak to a boy beside her who looked about the same age. 

Something about the shape of her. I don’t know if it was her posture, the way her hair caught the light and stopped my breath cold. 

She turned slightly. Just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her profile. 

A face I hadn’t seen in years. One I thought time had faded. 

No… it couldn’t be. Could it? Was it the scoth making me see things or because I just remembered that night. 

My chest tightened, and I stared harder. 

The woman was smiling now. Composed. Elegant. Wearing an emerald green dress with silver detailing and heels that clicked softly across the marble as she walked beside a man. 

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