The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 21

All Eyes on H.J. 

3RD POV: 

The show continued. Each model wore a piece more breathtaking than the last with the clean lines, daring cuts, colors that seemed to move as though alive under the lights. It was a piece of art stitched into fabric. 

Whispers surged through the audience. Names floated new designer, anonymous genius, whispers of an international debut. Even the usually quiet Cece Ferris leaned forward, her pen scribbling furiously across her notepad. 

“Who is it?” Mrs. Jones murmured under her breath, leaning forward, almost out of her seat. She tried to listen to other people’s conversation to get a name, 

Janet frowned, clapping politely with forced enthusiasm. “It can’t be someone new. No one bursts onto the scene like this. Not without a name backing them.” 

And then came the final collection. 

The lights dimmed again, this time shifting into a soft amber glow. A model walked out carrying a gown the color of violet melting into navy, layered chiffon drifting like smoke. The fabric swirled in perfect rhythm to the music, and the entire room gasped in reverence. 

The crowd was surprised and applauded when the models paused for something unusual, breaking into a dance as an upbeat music began playing and they stripped out of the gorgeous gowns they had on and everyone marveled at the beautiful other dresses they had underneath. 

“This is creativity at it’s peak.” D’Mangelo exclaimed as they applauded. 

Janet clapped with mechanical rhythm, looking around her searching as though she was looking for someone. 

The music stopped. Silence thickened, almost unbearable. “The reveal is here.” A reporter stated getting ready to take pictures of the designer hastily before the others did. 

A voice echoed from the speakers: calm, steady, layered with a quiet strength that hushed even the restless press photographers. 

“Ladies and gentlemen…thank you for being here tonight. You’ve just witnessed the collection of H.J. Designs.” Each model came after the other, 1 

From behind the curtain, she emerged. The Hannah Jones! 

The audience rose almost instantly, a wave of applause surging like thunder. Cameras flashed so brightly the stage seemed bathed in lightning. 

Mrs. Jones’s hand flew to her mouth. Her chest rose and fell as though she were drowning in disbelief. “No… no, that’s not possible.” 1 

Janet froze. Her hands trembled against her lap, her painted lips parted in shock. “It can’t be her. It…no. She’s gone. She left. She wouldn’t-” 

But there Hannah was, with a bright smile on her face. 

Clad in a simple black satin gown, tailored yet effortless, she walked the runway with the quiet authority of a woman who no longer sought approval. Her chin lifted, her eyes scanning the sea of faces without falter. 

The room shook with applause. Cece Ferris stood, scribbling one last note before tossing her pen aside and 

clapping with abandon. D’ Mangelo leaned forward, whispering to Mrs. Martinez, who now had the faintest of smiles tugging at her lips. 

Mrs Jones, Janet and Mrs Martinez, all looked at each other with the same looks on their faces, and with the same question in mind, “Is that really her?” 

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