All Chapters of Leave Me Alone, Ex-husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The air grows tense, and a mix of emotions floods through me. George's presence triggers a surge of conflicting feelings. Memories of our shared past, the dreams we once held, and the pain of our broken marriage collide within me.George's mother and grandmother wear expressions of surprise mixed with feigned delight at our unexpected encounter. Their forced smiles attempt to mask the underlying tension that hangs in the air."Mr. and Mrs. Simons. What a delightful surprise!" Grandma says. "You are also here for dinner! What a coincidence. Why don’t you join us?"My parents offer warm greetings as well, masking their own inner turmoil for my sake."Thank you, Mrs. Stanley," Mom says. "We appreciate the invitation.I stand there, speechless, staring at George. I see a reflection of the changes that have taken place within both of us.The distance between us is palpable, and it becomes evident that the once unbreakable bond has weakened. The realization dawns on me that I can indeed for

Amanda's eyes sparkle with anticipation as she shares the exciting news. She leans forward, her voice filled with enthusiasm and a touch of pride.I feel a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. This is a tremendous opportunity, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride in my work being recognized."That's amazing, Amanda!" I say, my voice tinged with excitement. "I'm honored that they liked my design and want to collaborate with us."Amanda nods, her excitement contagious. "Absolutely, Vivian. Your talent and creativity are truly remarkable. And here is the best part—we want you to be the keynote speaker at the upcoming meeting with the company. You'll have the opportunity to present your design and showcase your vision as the designer."My eyes widen in surprise, and a mix of emotions washes over me. The idea of being the center of attention and presenting my work to a prestigious company is both exhilarating and daunting."I... I don't know what to say," I stammer,

I lock my eyes with him, his gaze filled with an unexpected concern that sends a jolt through my already tumultuous heart. Confusion clouds my mind.How can he be worried about me? My pulse quickens.My cheeks flush as his warm breath caresses my face, igniting a rush of sensations within me. It's a paradoxical moment, both overwhelming and strangely captivating.I struggle to break free from his arms, but he stops me, saying, "Don’t move." His voice is low, gentle, and hoarse. "The more you move, the more uncomfortable you will feel."I understand what he is saying. But I am getting emotional. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart and swirling emotions. Yet, despite my yearning for solace, my attention is immediately drawn to his eyes, still locked onto mine.The weight in my chest grows heavier, and my throat constricts with unshed tears. I turn my face away, unable to meet his gaze, afraid of the vulnerability that lies beneath. The emotions within me intensify, th

The day of the fashion show…The grand ballroom of the luxurious hotel is transformed into a stunning runway, adorned with elegant decorations and shimmering lights. The air crackles with anticipation as the guests, dressed in their finest attire, fill the room with whispers and excited chatter. The vibrant energy of the fashion show permeates the space, elevating the atmosphere to one of excitement and glamour.Flashes of cameras from the media pit capture the essence of the event.The backstage area is a flurry of activity and anticipation. Models, dressed in various stages of readiness, move gracefully through the space, their elegant gowns and meticulously styled hair reflecting the epitome of beauty and sophistication. Makeup artists and hairstylists meticulously put on the finishing touches, ensuring every detail is perfect before the models step onto the runway.In the midst of this organized chaos, I find myself at the center, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through my

The next day, I go to the office to talk to Amanda. As I enter Amanda's office, my heart is heavy with anticipation."Amanda, I need to talk to you.""Of course. Come and take your seat."I thought she would accuse me just like the others did, but she welcomed me with a smile. I am surprised.Amanda's warm smile puts me at ease.I take a deep breath, gather my thoughts, and then begin to explain the situation. I tell her about the forged signature and my disbelief in the whole ordeal."I don’t know who this Misha is," I continue. "I never met her. Why would I transfer money? I have no idea what is going on. Please believe me, Amanda. The design is my creation. I haven’t plagiarized.""I trust you, Vivian. I've worked closely with you, and I've seen your talent and dedication. I don't believe for a second that you would plagiarize."Relief washes over me, and a spark of hope flickers within me. Her trust in me is a balm to my wounded spirit, a reminder that there are still those who se