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

some girl whose name I never

not here,” she stammers, avoiding my gaze like

her for

bubbles up in my chest so hot

repeat, my

girl visibly swallows,

some fucking birthday party at a Chuck E. Cheese?" I hiss.

wedding to Alexander King! If anyone is playing with

served on

at the security standing

useless assistant. "And send in the

instantly, grabbing the girl by

as they drag

phone from the table and

person in

picks up on the first

houses here?" I

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

cameras, the whole package."

smile tugs at

Perfect.

and turn to my parents, who are as

tell them, my voice dripping with a cold tone. "I'll

argue, but Mum tugs on his

anything we're just outside. Don't let these idiots ruin your day. Remember what we've had

"Mum!"

to start spewing nonsense right

and kisses

behind my parents, the new make up

the security team not bothering to look at the reflection knowing I look beautiful as

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

of the

been picked

I blink, not comprehending.

"What?"

"They said someone already collected it. Signed for

we assumed you

ugly silence falls over

slowly straighten, my hands curling into fists

mistake,"

pressure in my skull start to pound. "I can't have

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

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

I vibrate in anger, grabbing my phone again. I dial the laundry team number so fast

once before the