The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 5

HANNAH’S POV: 

THAT SAME DAY: 

We arrived at the mansion Lucas picked out and it was a beautiful sight. The kids had jolted up from their rest because the driver almost ran over a cat and now they were wild awake looking at the entrance with awe. 

“Mummy, we are going to live here?” Amelia asked and I glanced at Lucas who was smiling proudly to himself. 

He had convinced me a few days before that rather than staying at a hotel, I should purchase a mansion which would serve as one of my many properties in different countries I had visited. I was skeptical since I wasn’t planning on ever returning back to this country and ever seeing those people but I needed to officially divorce him …and get a few business deals done. 

I simply glanced through the pictures of the house Lucas had shown me without paying any attention to it but now, I was glad he had picked it out. It was bigger than I expected but not loud or showy, just perfect. 2 

The gates rolled away and the beautiful bright lights lit up the house, displaying the fountain, garden, wide entrance. 

Lucas looked back at me. “Welcome home.” 

I didn’t answer. I was too busy staring. 

The house itself was two stories high, with tall glass windows and warm cream walls that almost glowed under the evening sun. A small balcony peeked out from above, and near it, I noticed rose bushes climbing their way along the stone. 

“Come on.” I alighted out the car and the twins followed behind me and I held their hands in my hand. 

The front door was heavy, dark wood, with simple gold handles. Inside, the air smelt new and clean, clean linen, and something citrusy, maybe lemon. The floors were smooth and pale under our feet. There was space. Air. Peace. 

“Mummy, I love it already!” Amelia jumped in excitement and I smiled as she ran off with Andrew exploring the place. 

“Quit all that running!” I cautioned because I had recently watched a video of a child who was running and broke his leg. I mean before the video, I always cautioned them but now I was just more stern. 

I walked further in and to the left was a living room with soft cream couches, soft light from hidden corners, a low coffee table with books already stacked neatly in the middle. Past it was a piano, tucked near the tall windows that showed off a quiet back garden. 

“Welcome back, Mrs Jones. I am Mister Flynn, and I was employed as the head of staff and I promise to ensure everything you need is provided.” He introduced me and I stretched out my hand and shook his hand. He looked like he was in early fifties with white hair and he looked like he really did get the job done. 

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