Wooing My Ex-wife Again Novel by Natalie Winter

Anastasia

I could not finish all the sweets and pastries Mrs. Smith had offered to me, so I instead decided to pack the stuff I had left untouched for the others.

I would have given it to Lea and my pack members, but it might have gone bad when I reached home. So I thought I could offer it to Julian’s pack members.

“Please pack these sweets, MRs. Smith.”

She counted them and said, “Oh, I only made 10 of each of these items because my hands don’t work as fast as a machine.”

I smiled at her. “Don’t worry, pack them all, then. I will pay.”

She gave me the brightest smile I had ever seen on her face and began packing the items while I turned to Julian.

‘I hope the car won’t break down now.”

He rolled down his sleeves and answered, “The engine has cooled down and the tire is replaced. There was some problem with the wiring but I have resolved that temporarily. I hope you don’t think I purposely delayed going home.”

That smudge was still beneath his ear. I looked away.

“Then let us go. I have to return to Lea soon,

I waited for Julian to give the slightest hint of what he thought of Lea. He had interacted with her a little but he did not ask me to bring her along.

He was still her biological father and by that logic, his mother was Lea’s grandmother. I had expected him to maybe suggest not leaving her alone when her grandparents and her mother were

not home.

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I was not sure if he only acted cordial with Lea because I was around and he knew his behavior would decide on whether I came along with him today.

I shook my head.

“You wanted him to stay away from your daughter so that is what he is doing! I reminded myself.

Julian had this ability to make me second guess everything about myself and my decisions. And I

many years had passed.

had come under this influence in just my third meeting with him even if’s my decisions. And I

The sound of the door opening brought me out of my thoughts.

Julian opened the door for me and I stepped inside as he got into the driver seat. The drive to his home didn’t take long as Julian drove a little faster than usual to make up for the time we had spent idling in the cafe.

The territory’s outskirts came into view just a moment later and my heart skipped a beat. It was a familiar yet a strange feeling to see the place you thought was going to be your home for the rest of your life.

The trees rustled softly in the breeze and I saw there were a lot of new constructions as well and the old ones had been repainted or remodeled.

I looked at the territory and all the happy memories came rushing back to me. I saw Julian and I walking around in the dim moonlight, racing against each other and in times of war holding each other firmly before running outside to fight our enemies.

I knew a part of my heart still lived here but I had not expected to be bombarded with the memories the moment I took a glance. I thought I was stronger than that.

I placed a hand on my face and then looked away to give myself a moment to breathe and relax.

Julian had been watching my expressions and he threw me a concerned look.

“Are you alright?”

I nodded and the guards promptly opened the gate on noticing his car. It was George, one of our old guards who was manning the gate.

His face brightened upon seeing me and he immediately bowed.

“I cannot believe it. Are you really here, Luna?”

I squirmed in my seat uncomfortably. I was not his Luna, or of anybody in this pack.

“Call me Anastasia. That is my name. And it is good to see you too, George.”

I said, and he gave me a hesitant smile before bowing to Julian and letting the car pass. Julian drove through the wide road that led through the bungalow, located a little deeper into the territory.

Julian parked his car in the garage and turned the ignition on. The garage had not changed much. There were still cars kept in the exact same position they used to be five years ago.

And surprisingly, I also saw the car I used to drive when I lived here. The Mercedes Benz that he had gifted me on my birthday was still parked in the lot.

My gaze flitted to the war once and he saw me staring at it so he added, “The car is regularly serviced and taken care of. You can drive it if you want to.”

I shook my head and replied, “Let us go to Vivian’s room instead.”

He nodded and led me through the house that had once been my home. The moment I set foot inside, I felt the memories swarm at me as if they had been waiting to pounce on me.

A feeling of unease tried to grip me and my hand flew to my chest to gently rub it.

Julian looked back at me with concern and asked, “Are you alright?”

I nodded my head and took a step further, dreading having to see all the pitiful gazes and most importantly, facing Angelica.

I was also trying to catch on any subtle signs of kids such as abandoned toys, crayons, or books lying around, etc.

But I could not find any such evidence. Maybe, Angelica had taken her kids somewhere to play, and the servants had cleaned up everything.

The foom that used to be mine was upstairs and the door was slightly open. Julian began climbing up the stairs and I dreaded catching a glimpse of the world he had created without me.

A world of him and Angelica.

The door was slightly open, but I willed myself to not look in that direction. The past could stay in, the past.

I was going to see Vivian and walk out of this home once and for all; I told myself.

Julian opened the door to Vivian’s room, and I saw her sleeping on her bed. The sight made me feel

very upset.

She looked like she had aged a decade or more in the past five years. In the video call, she still looked a bit better, but now as I saw her, she looked very pale.

Julian slowly walked towards her and gently tapped on her hand.

“Mom?” He tentatively called her.

Vivian’s eyes slowly fluttered open, and she looked up at me. Her vision seemed unfocused at first, but then she blinked a few times and looked at me.

“Oh, my dear girl, you are here finally” Vivian’s voice sounded exhausted and her tired face formed a smile as she slowly raised her hand.

I approached her and placed a hand on her fragile hand to give it a gentle squeeze.

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“How are you?” I asked and studied her face up close.

A large chunk of the strength and energy that she had seemed to have seeped out of her, leaving her bed ridden.

“Oh, this woman has seen better days, but I am doing fine.”

She spoke, and I saw the way she tried to sound happy. But there was sadness in her eyes.

“It is so good to see you, Ana. I missed seeing my daughter around.”

She said, and I saw her eyes getting moist. I tried to not sniffle either.

“I am sorry I took so long. Had I known, I would have come sooner to meet you.” I said, and she replied,

“Well, I am glad that you finally returned.”

Returned?