Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

LEAH

Six days later...

"I hope you secure a good fortune after paying ten million for a ridiculous wedding

dress!" Mum snaps as she adjusts the hem of my robe.

"Can we see it?" she asks, her voice softer this time, almost curious.

"No," I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder. "It's not with me. I had to do makeup first."

Dad grumbles something under his breath, still pale from the heart attack he nearly had when the bank called him.

Apparently, when someone drops ten million on a dress, the financial world panics.

They thought I'd lost my card. That some thief was out there playing dress-up with my future.

But no. I signed the authorization myself and left a copy with the boutique, just in case I change my mind and want a refund later.

Not that it matters.

Ten million is nothing compared to how much I'll be entitled to once the vows are said, and my last name is King.

"In a few minutes," I remind them with a sparkling smile, "Alexander King will be your son-in-law. Do you have any idea how people will be begging to do business with you?"

Mum's face softens slightly at that. Greed has always been her love language.

Dad puffs out his chest like he's the one marrying Alex..

"Of course!" He chuckles. "We need to toast when we get home! All those who shunned the Woods will be crawling on their knees."

I turn back to the mirror with a smile, studying myself with a critical eye.

I look like royalty.

No... even better.

I can already see the headlines splashing across every magazine, the posts going viral:

"The Wedding of the Century."

"Leah King! An accomplished doctor and now wife to the most powerful man in the country!"

Athena must be rotting wherever she is, I'm sure the bitch Sloane told her the news and is probably wallowing in self pity.

I took back my man and added her son as a fucking bonus!

I adjust the diamond hairpiece atop my head and glance around, frowning.

Where the hell are the stylists?

"Where's my makeup artist?" I demand, my voice barely controlled from the rage I'm feeling. "And my hairstylist? I need last-minute touch-ups before I walk out there looking like perfection."

dismiss themselves without

trembling assistant, some girl whose name I never bothered to learn, steps forward,

my gaze like I'm a bomb about

her for one stunned

rage bubbles up in my chest so

I repeat,

girl visibly swallows, shrinking

party at a

King! If anyone is playing

tongues served on

at the security standing stiffly

at the useless assistant. "And

the girl by the arm as

as they

the table and call Henry, it's

person in my

on

media houses here?" I

Miss," he answers. "All the major ones. They're setting

cameras, the whole package."

slow, satisfied smile tugs

Perfect.

my

voice dripping with a cold tone. "I'll call you when it's

he wants to argue,

need anything we're just outside. Don't let these idiots ruin

"Mum!"

Does she want to start

and

behind my

whip around to the security team not bothering to look at the reflection knowing I

dress," I bark. "Now. I should've

of the

already been picked

I blink, not comprehending.

"What?"

said someone already collected it.

we assumed you have

ugly silence

curling into fists at my

a mistake," I

start to pound. "I can't have mistakes today! No one

sorry, Miss," the man mumbles, staring at the floor like it's personally offended him. "The laundry team confirmed it. They

anyone you idiot!" I seethe as a cold

my phone again. I dial the laundry team number so fast

once before