Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 120

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 my

whose name I never

she stammers, avoiding my gaze like I'm

stare at her for

bubbles up in my chest

here?" I repeat, my voice dangerously

visibly

fucking birthday party

King! If anyone is

their tongues served on a silver

at the security standing

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

the girl by

blink as they drag her

and call Henry, it's like he's

person in

picks up on the

houses

major ones.

cameras, the whole package."

slow, satisfied smile

Perfect.

turn to my parents, who are as angry as I

my voice dripping with a cold

to argue, but Mum tugs

Don't let these idiots ruin your

"Mum!"

Does she want to start spewing

my outburst and kisses me then walks

second the door shuts behind my parents, the

team not bothering to look at the reflection

my dress," I bark. "Now. I

of the

already been

I blink, not comprehending.

"What?"

said someone already collected it. Signed

we assumed

ugly silence falls

straighten, my hands curling into

mistake," I say

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

the floor like it's personally offended him. "The laundry team confirmed it. They said you sent

I seethe as a

my phone again.

rings once before

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