Prologue-
He felt nothing for Isabelle Lancaster, his ex-wife, anymore. apart from shame, obviously, that he had ever associated with such scum. Everybody had warned him when he had married her with such haste, that soon or later, blood spoke, and her blood was from a stripper – a prostitute. Nikolas had been angry on his wife’s behalf then. But then, they had been right. Blood had indeed spoken and like a true hussy, his dear wife had decided to open her legs for the first man, she had been left alone with.
Now he was angry at himself and no one else.
But it was going to be over soon. After three years of separation from his volatile English ex-wife, Nikolas Dimitriou was ready to move on. This time he was going to marry a respectable Greek woman. A woman who would live amicable with his family and settle well into his life. Instead of turning it into a circus.

But there was one big problem. They still hadn’t signed the divorce papers. Deciding to go to London himself to dispose of this marriage and also pick up his three-year-old daughter so that she could attend his wedding, seemed to be a simple enough thing.
Except, a single look at Isabelle seemed to have opened a pandora’s box inside of him. There was poison everywhere and he loved it still!


Return of the Ex-wife

TWENTY SEVEN 

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Nic had held Sophie in his arms. For a moment, he’d just stared. Long and hard. Like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. As if they were ghosts—too fragile, too impossible to be real.
But Isabelle hadn’t missed the flicker of something else in his eyes. Confusion, disbelief… and suspicion...

Nic had held Sophie in his arms. For a moment, he’d just stared. Long and hard. Like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. As if they were ghosts—too fragile, too impossible to be real.

But Isabelle hadn’t missed the flicker of something else in his eyes. Confusion, disbelief… and suspicion...

TWENTY FIVE