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."

they dismiss themselves without my

some girl whose name I never bothered to learn,

here,” she stammers, avoiding my gaze

at her for

rage bubbles up in my chest so hot

here?" I repeat,

visibly swallows,

think this is some fucking birthday party at a Chuck

If anyone is playing

tongues served on a silver

the security standing stiffly

command, pointing at the useless assistant. "And send

instantly, grabbing the girl by

don't even blink as

my phone from the table and call Henry, it's

person in my

on the

houses here?" I

major ones. They're setting up

cameras, the whole package."

satisfied smile

Perfect.

my parents, who are as angry

my voice dripping with

he wants to argue, but Mum tugs

Don't let these idiots ruin your day. Remember what we've

"Mum!"

Does she want to start spewing nonsense

ignores my outburst and

the door shuts behind my parents, the new make up

to the security team not bothering to

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

the guards shifts

been

I blink, not comprehending.

"What?"

his throat. "They said someone

assumed

silence falls over the

my hands curling into

mistake," I say

can't have mistakes today!

at the floor like it's personally

didn't send anyone you idiot!" I seethe as a cold wave rushes

my phone again. I

rings once before the manager

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