The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 78

Grace Under Pressure 

HANNAH’S POV: 

THE NEXT DAY: 

“I love your nail color!” Kara gushed, as she stared at them making me smile. 

Yesterday was so much fun, I couldn’t even describe it. I never knew how much I missed spending with my children until I actually did. Amelia looked like she wasn’t about to give me hypertension a few days ago, she was so much healthier and she was growing and I was so happy. 

At some point, as she requested the type of the color of nails she wanted for her nails, I just stared at her and thought to myself I really do have a beautiful child. 

After the salon, we stopped at the spa and I was surprised when I saw the security handed me Elijah’s black card. I was skeptical about using it but I thought for a second, what’s the worst that could happen. So after watching a movie, we went shopping, got bags, shoes, accessories, more for Amelia and got a lot of things for schools for both her and Andrew, being on FaceTime with him until he finally joined us. 

We had both Jacob and Elijah carrying the shopping bags until Jacob had to leave since he had to go for 

“Thank you dear. You look radiant.” I complimented her as she had been coming to work these past few days with a glow that could only make me smile. 

She smiled shyly but didn’t say anything but rather began to list out the meetings I had for today. While she did that, I took off my jacket and placed it on the rack. 

“And by noon, I fixed lunch with one Mrs Martinez for lunch at Brandies, it’s a new restaurant-” She was still speaking when I processed the name of the client and cut her off. 

“Wait… Who did you say I was meeting with?.” She looked at her tablet and adjusted her glasses. 

“Her name is Mrs Flora Martinez, she’s an elite investor married to a billionaire. So I assumed she was interested in a partnership or they was an investment.” She responded looking confused as this was the first time I had even interrupted her like that, especially with a deep frown. 

I blinked slowly. “Mrs. Flora… Martinez?” 

It took everything in me not to let my voice betray the rush of emotions swirling inside. Elijah’s mother. 

AT NOON. 

Brandies was the kind of place that whispered class. White marble floors, fresh lilies on every table, the faint sound of a harp in the background. When I walked in, the hostess immediately recognized me likely pre-informed and led me to a private section of the restaurant. 

I was dressed in a long black gown and carried my new red Hermes bag in my hands. The sound of red bottom heels clicked as I walked drawing attention towards me. 

From a distance, I noticed Mrs. Martinez was already there. 

She sat by the window, a soft cashmere shawl draped over her shoulders, her hair pinned elegantly in a bun. She looked the same poised, distinguished, untouchable but older. Maybe it was the faint tremor in her hand as she lifted her teacup, or the way her eyes lingered on the doorway, as though she’d been waiting not just for me, but for something she wasn’t sure would come. 

Either way she still looked like before, and a little bit softer in a way. 

When our eyes met, she smiled awkwardly and called my name. “Hannah.”