All Chapters of MY EX PUT ME IN JAIL AND NOW HE WANTS ME BACK: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MIA’S POVI sit on the couch of the VIP section, I’m pleased with everything so far. The place is luxurious and everything here is detailed.I sip champagne as the attendants carefully display dress after dress for me. They’re polite, attentive, and very respectful. I can feel their admiration for me.An attendant holds out a red dress “Miss Mia, this would bring out your eyes. You should consider this”I take a good look at the dress. Sure, it’s beautiful. It’s a long fitted evening dress with a huge cleavage. The whole dress is adorned with stones that shimmer in the light. It looks elegant and bold. It’s a perfect fit for someone like me.Still, I don’t connect with it.“It’s beautiful” I say “But I don’t like it. Can I see more options?”She bows her head “Of course, ma’am”The attendants continue to show me more dresses.One gown in particular catches my eye. It’s a lovely blend of midnight blue and silver that sparkles under the lights. Before I can reach for it, though, a movem

MIA’S POVThe house feels quiet as I unlock the door and step inside. I set my purse down on the entryway table. It’s late—later than I intended. I’m tired from the long day at the store and the office. But the sight that greets me as I close the door behind me makes me stop in my tracks.Alexander is standing in the living room with his tall frame dominating the space. He looks completely at ease. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing the sleeve tattoo on his muscular forearm. In his hand is a half-filled glass of wine.My breath catches for a split second, and I hate myself for it. Alexander is cold and impossible to read. Yet, every time I see him, there’s a magnetic pull I can’t quite explain. He’s handsome in the kind of way that’s almost unfair. It makes it hard for someone to look away from him.When his eyes meet mine, I forget to breathe.“You’re home late,” Alexander says.“I was at the store,” I reply evenly, walking further into the room. “The new one. I neede

MIA’S POVThe day of the fashion event has finally arrived. Today is a big day. Today, I will step into the world I’ve worked so hard for, and I can’t help but feel proud of myself. I feel a bit anxious too. I can’t wait to see my clothes on the runway.I take a deep breath as I roll out of bed, stretching my limbs. I’ve had my mind wrapped around the event for weeks now. I’ve planned everything down to the smallest detail, from the presentation to the outfits, and now, I only need to focus on enjoying the day.But, as I stand in front of the mirror, looking at myself with my hair still tousled, I remember that I didn’t remember to tell Alexander about the event.. With everything I’ve been juggling—work, preparing for the event, making sure Wendy was settled—I completely forgot.I make my way toward Alexander’s room. Maybe it’s not too late. Maybe I can catch him before he leaves. But when I reach his door and gently push it open, I find that his side of the bed is already empty. His

MIA'S POVI sit poised and composed. I smile as I watch the models walk down the makeshift runway. Each step they take showcases my designs—exquisite dresses from my store, tailored perfectly to their figures. The dresses aren’t just fabric to me; they represent beauty and elegance, just like the women who wear them.I can’t help but smile wider as I admire the way the dresses cling to their bodies. Their heels click sharply against the floor The models move with such grace that, for a moment, I feel like I’m in the middle of a dream. Everything is falling into place."Let her try on those dresses we received yesterday," I instruct one of my staff members. My eyes are fixed on one particular model who moves gracefully. There’s something about her—her poise, her confidence—that draws me in, and I know she’ll be perfect for my collection.“No, I need that dress styled differently. Not like that,” I say as I stand and make my way toward the model. The hours I’ve spent perfecting every

JAMES', POVI watch Mia closely. My eyes trace the subtle movements of her lips as she smiles. The light in her eyes never fades as she watches the models strut down the runway. There’s something in the way she observes them. It’s like she sees something the rest of us don’t.I excuse myself from the group I’d been chatting with. I push through the crowd, each step taking me closer to her. When I finally reach her side, a smile breaks across my face, almost involuntarily. I can feel the subtle shift in her energy as she feels me approach. Her back straightens just a little. “Hey,” I say softly “Are you okay?”She glances at me briefly, then takes a sip from her glass“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”I study her. I can tell there's more she’s not saying, but I don’t want to push. Yet, something in me can’t help but wonder—what the hell just happened? Why did that guy mess with her like that?I take a seat beside her. My eyes never leave her face as I try to read her, like I’ve alw