(Maxwell’s POV)
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I nearly dropped the glass of champagne on my hand when I saw her. My ex-wife Layla glided into the ballroom with an air of confidence I didn’t recognise. My eyes trailed over the sight of her wearing a very alluring sexy red dress.
Gone the once fat and plain looking Layla I remembered, being the insecure wife I had left for Scarlett. The woman I saw walking was the version of Layla I could hardly believe was her.
But those eyes, I knew pretty well belonged to my wife. She was stunning.
“Layla?” I blinked, struggling to reconcile the radiant looking woman before me with the woman I had once known. ‘Is that my Layla?’ I could not stop staring.
She had not just lost a lot of weight; she had completely transformed herself.
‘Is she.. trying to win me b
