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."

they dismiss themselves without

never bothered to learn, steps

stammers, avoiding my gaze like I'm a bomb

her

up in my chest so hot I

I repeat, my voice

girl visibly

think this is some fucking birthday party

to Alexander King! If anyone is playing with me

their tongues served on a silver

fingers at the security standing stiffly by

I command, pointing at the useless assistant. "And send in the

team moves instantly, grabbing the girl by

don't even blink as they drag

my phone from the table and

person in

on the

media houses

he answers. "All the major ones. They're

cameras, the whole package."

slow, satisfied smile tugs

Perfect.

my parents, who

dripping with a cold

like he wants to argue, but Mum tugs on

anything we're just outside. Don't let these

"Mum!"

want to start spewing nonsense

outburst and kisses me then

door shuts behind my

not bothering to look

my dress," I bark. "Now. I should've been in

of the

already been

I blink, not comprehending.

"What?"

"They said someone already collected

we assumed

cold, ugly silence falls

my hands curling into fists

a mistake,"

pound. "I can't have mistakes today! No one has my

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

idiot!" I seethe

who can't do anything right," I vibrate in anger, grabbing my phone again. I dial the laundry team number so fast my

rings once before the manager picks