The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 200

HANNAH’S POV: 

And then one by one, the rest of them agreed. The interns were practically buzzing in their chairs. Kate and Moses had another one of their eye conversations and both nodded at exactly the same time which was still a little bit unsettling to watch but I was genuinely grateful for it. Even Sandra, after a moment where she looked at the ceiling and exhaled through her nose very loudly like she was releasing something she had been holding, said, Fine. But I am going to need the supplier contacts immediately and someone better have a proper workspace organized because I am not cutting fabric on a folding table, Hannah. I genuinely refuse.” 

“I hear you, Sandra,” I said, and I fully meant that. 

I had known from the start of the meeting that Cora had not said anything at all. 

en my head seamstress for two years. She was the type of woman who could look at a sketch and tell y what was going to go wrong with it before you ever touched the fabric, and she never made you feel about it either. She would just say “hmm” in that particular way of hers and then quietly suggest mething better. She was important to me and to the whole team. She was the one who had cried watching the Mirada teaser video and had come to find me afterwards and told me it was the most beautiful thing she had ever been part of. 

She had been sitting at the far end of the table and had not looked up from her own hands the entire meeting. 

thering their things and talking amongst themselves I walked over to her. 

When everyone sta 

“Cora know.” 

Her eyes were tired in a way that went much deeper than just not sleeping. “Hannah,” she said need to talk to you.” 

We stepped out into the hallway together. She twisted her fingers and looked at a point somewhere past my shoulder and said, “I cannot do this again.” Her voice was very steady which somehow made it worse to hear. “I am so sorry. I truly am. But I walked through that building after the fire and I looked at everything and I just… I cannot. Not right now. I need time and I do not have time if we are doing this in thirty days.” 

I stood there and let those words settle on me. They did not hit like a slap. More like a slow heavy weight coming to rest on my chest. 

“I understand,” I said. 

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