The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 275

More Than We Imagined 

HANNAH’S POV: 

The case against Voros was no longer just about my mother. It was about a pattern that had been running for decades and that nobody had been in a position to challenge because he was powerful enough that the cost of challenging him had always been higher than the cost of staying quiet. 

Until now. 

Lucas sent me a message that said: I am writing the press release and I want you to know I have used the word reckoning twice in the first paragraph alone and I feel completely fine about this. 

Paige called that same afternoon. 

She had been following everything. She said she had been following it since the collection, since she had sat in the front row and cried before the show even started, since I had mouthed I told you at the end of the runway and she had completely fallen apart in a way she was not embarrassed about at all. 

“I wanted to tell you,” she said. “My wedding is in six weeks. And I am going to wear the dress. I was going to even before all of this but I wanted to tell you now, after today, that I am going to wear it and when I walk down the aisle I am going to think about your mother and I am going to think about the fact that the dress exists because she existed and because you exist. And I wanted you to know that.” 

I sat very still for a moment. 

“Thank you,” I said. “Paige, thank you.” 

“She should know people are going to keep wearing her work,” Paige said. “I know she is not here to see it. But the dress is going to be at a wedding and somebody’s grandmother is going to take a photograph of it and it is going to exist in somebody’s album for the next fifty years. I wanted that to mean something.” 

“It means everything,” I said honestly. 

“Good,” she said. “Now I have to go because I have a fitting and I am nervous even though I know the dress is perfect and I am going to call you from outside the church on the day just so you know.” She paused. “My mother would have loved this dress. I really believe that.” 

“I believe it too,” I said. 

She hung up and I sat with my phone in my hand for a moment and thought about a woman named Mirada who had sewn her name into everything she made so it could not be separated from the work. And now the work was going to a wedding. 

The work was going to keep existing. 

I sent back: How many times in the full document. 

He replied: Seven. I consider this restrained. 

I sent: Agreed. Leave them all in. 

Maya’s promotion happened on a Friday afternoon. 

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