Winning His Ex Wife Back

never gave them the impression that I was in pains nor I’m weak. I sighed out and entered my car A text buzzed on my phone as soon as got into the car. It was from my friend, Lily. “Gosh!

head to see Lily stepping out of her car. “Hey Baddie” Before i could even respond, she embraced me tightly. I sighed, tossing my bag into the back seat. Then a car key appeared before my eyes. "Fancy driving this modified sports car? It's been three years since you were behind the wheel!" I giggled and swatted her hand aside and slid into the passenger seat. “Not feeling it." I said and she laughed. Stepping on the gas, her voice filled with mischief. "Alright, out with it. What brought you back from your lovesick daze?" Resting my chin on one hand, i seemed lost in a distant reverie, bidding farewell to the past years. "Natasha back." Upon hearing my words, she smirked and retorted, "You and Arthur are a fascinating pair, equally stubborn. I sometimes think you two should take a paternity test to see if you're related. What's with the fixation on collecting junk?" Even as Lily continued her tirade, my thoughts were elsewhere. How I spent three years of my life trying to emulate Natasha. I copied her hairstyle, her clothes, and her kind words, all in a bid to keep Arthur’s attention. But fakes would always remain fakes. Yawning slightly, i responded disinterestedly, "Perhaps because nobody falls for a woman with a bad reputation like me." I watched Lily rolled her eyes. "Oh, not that nonsense again. If your unhinged step-mother hadn't spread lies about you that made your father chase you to the street, do you think Arthur would have dared act so boldly? Speaking of which, now that you're free and divorced, interested in the upcoming model competition next week?" "Pass." I reclined, hand supporting her neck. "I don't feel like going out." I said. I’m still mourning the loss of my baby and I can’t even get to the conclusion if I should tell Lily or not. Eyeing me skeptically, She queried, “You haven't been dwelling on your heartache, have you?" I remained silent, but the sudden shift in my demeanor gave Lily all the confirmation she needed. "Dylan Fallon will be there. Your favorite model. Don't you want to see the man behind the mask?" “It has always be one of your dreams Gwen. You’re not gonna turn me down right? My eyes spark and isuddenly perked up. "Okay, we will check it out but first, let’s prepare for your birthday." Bending forward, i began to adjust my casual outfit. "I need to change my clothes." I muttered. I watched Lily smirked. “Of course, you can’t show up on my birthday dressed like that, people will think you’re a housewife!" “What?” I quirked an eyebrow. "Let’s go to my house. I have nice outfits that would suit you?" She said. I know there was no point arguing with her so I remain mute. About half an hour later, we were done. We left Lily’s house and drive to the Bar. It was a twenty minutes drive so we got there in time. I felt so uncomfortable as everyone's attention seemed to gravitate toward me instead of the celebrate. “Happy birthday Lily” While some of her friend said that, others has their eyes on me. I was dressed in a vibrant red fringe dress, reminiscent of a stunning actress from a classic film according to Lily. "It's been ages since you've worn something so eye-catching!" Lily couldn't help but exclaim. "You ha