The CEO's Ex Wife Returned with Twins

The Twins

"Aunt Mira!"

A six-year-old girl squealed with delight the moment she spotted Mira stepping out of the sleek black car. She stood outside the school gate, arms folded in perfect posture, so irresistibly cute that passersby had to stop themselves from reaching out to pinch her cheeks.

"Ah, my darling Zoe," she said theatrically, air kissing her. "Did I ever mention you're my absolute favourite of the two?"

Zoe giggled, slipping her tiny fingers into hers. She was the spitting image of Maya, raven-black hair, midnight eyes, but her composure? Pure Greyson. Calm, cool, and observant.

"Aunt Mira, we need to hurry and pick up my sister. But Mommy said you are not allowed to speed."

“Lets not listen to those who are not in the same continent!”

“But Mommy will scold us!”

“I am your mommy's mommy! What I says goes!” Mira said.

Elsewhere in the building, another child sat alone at a desk, same eyes, same hair, but burning with silent fury. Zara's foot tapped impatiently. Her grandmother was fashionably late again.

"Zara, are your parents not coming?" one assistant asked, visibly annoyed.

Another, clearly frustrated, rolled her eyes. "What parents? She has a mother. Just the mother, always busy, never on time. This isn't the first time. That's what happens when a child doesn't have a real father in their life."

"Miss Lisa, lower your voice," the other assistant warned. "You know who she is."

"What? A child star? Big deal. Her mother is just using her to fund her glamorous life."

"And did you see her grades? Zero in math. Pretty face, nothing else."

Zara sat there, fists clenched, rage boiling in her chest. What did Mommy say? Fight with words, not fists. She took a deep breath.

"Miss Katrina," she said clearly, her voice cool, "I'll make sure my mommy hears everything you just said."

"What did you just say—?"

"Zara Harrington's guardian is here," a voice called from the door.

In walked a tall woman with cotton-candy-pink hair, wrapped in a chic Chanel outfit. One glance at Zara sitting alone, and Mira's stomach twisted with guilt. The girl was about to devour her alive.

“Grandmaa!” Zara burst into tears. Big, dramatic, Oscar-worthy sobs.

Mira blinked. “Grandma?! Who is your grandma, brat? I'm still young and fabulous!”

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Mira crouched beside her when the tears did not stop.

Without a word, Zara tapped her smartwatch and played the recorded audio. The colour drained from Mira's face, then turned red with rage.

"You what?!" she snapped as she looked at the two bitchy teachers!

The same Mira who never took anything seriously was suddenly a thunderstorm in Louboutin. She stormed across the hall, yanked Miss Lisa and her friend by the hair, and dragged them straight to the principal's office.

Let's just say the "apology" meeting was long, loud, and very painful. Two terminations later, Mira returned to the car with Zara.

"You little menace," Mira muttered, watching Zara climb into the back seat beside Zoe. "You are such a drama queen, you know that?"

Zara rolled her eyes.

Zoe blinked. "What took you both so long?"

Zara recounted everything, word for word. By the end, Zoe looked horrified.

"How could they say those things about Mommy? And Daddy?"

Zara turned to her sister. "What daddy are you talking about? The one who is dead?"

Zoe whispered, "He is not dead to me."

Zara exhaled. "Zoe, you're my twin. I love you more than anyone else in the world. I will always be on your side. But I won't support your fantasies." She continued, "We Harrington girls? We are cursed when it comes to dads. Mom didn't have one. Aunt Fina didn't. Aunt Mira definitely didn't. And us? We don't either. Daddy never sent birthday cards. Never came when we were sick. Who stayed with us in the hospital? Mommy. Fina. Grandma—"

"Excuse you," Mira cut in, horrified. "I am not your grandma! Call me Mira, you gremlin."

Zara smirked. She loved teasing Mira like this.

"But Mommy went back to bring him," Zoe said softly. "Maybe Daddy will too. Maybe this time, it will be different."

Zara's tone hardened. "You need to stop dreaming, Zoe. He is gone. And I'm not going to let you get hurt, hoping for someone who never cared in the first place."

Tears welled up in Zoe's eyes. "You are wrong."

"Hey! Hey! Enough drama in the car, ladies!" Mira barked.

As the car stopped, Zoe threw the door open and ran inside. Zara looked in her direction, pain flashing in her eyes but the truth was the truth.

“Zara Harrington! Stop right there!”

Zara turned around, attitude cranked up to eleven. "What?"

"You hurt your sister."

"I wasn't wrong."

"It doesn't matter," Mira said. "You still owe her an apology."

Zara said nothing. She turned, stomped to her room, and slammed the door.

Mira stared at the ceiling.

"Brilliant. I volunteered to watch over them. Just brilliant. Maya is gonna kill me. Not just kill me but freeze my credit cards too! Damn it!”

Mira sat slumped on the couch, her head buried in her hands, when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She sighed and fished it out.

“Seems like I messed up big time, Maya,” she said the moment she answered.

Maya's soft chuckle came from the other end. “Let me guess, Zara is furious. She has locked herself in her room, refusing to eat or drink.”

“Worse,” Mira groaned, rubbing her temple. “She and Zoe got into a fight. Now both of them are sulking in their rooms. Zoe is probably crying into her pillow, and Zara… well, I'm convinced she has murdered one of your brand-new pillows and turned it into snow.”

Maya laughed again, but it was more tired than amused.

“How do you do this, Maya?” Mira sighed. “It's only day three and I'm emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausted. One of them is too wise for her age, it hurts to see a child try to be an adult and the other, she has built a fortress around her heart and refuses to let anyone in.”

Maya's voice softened. “Honestly? I don't know. There is no manual. We have just survived. All three of us. We have been burned so many times by people we trusted, by family, by strangers that we don't know how to live without armor anymore. And if we ever drop our guard…” She paused. “I don't think we would survive another betrayal.”

“I seriously hate that bastard,” Mira muttered under her breath.

“We will curse him later,” Maya replied quickly. “First, let me talk to the lights of my life. We can't have them brooding in sadness, can we?”

A few minutes later, the family group video call connected. Two teary-eyed little faces popped up simultaneously.

“Aww, what happened to my sunshine girls? How did you both turn into sad little gremlins?” Maya asked warmly.

Neither Zoe nor Zara said anything. No matter how bad their fights were, snitching on each other was out of the question.

Maya smiled gently. “Would one of you like to tell Mama what's wrong?”

Both girls shook their heads.

Zoe was the first to speak. “We will sort it out, Momma. You don't need to worry.”

“Is that so?” Maya asked, arching a brow.

Both girls nodded solemnly.

Zara hesitated before asking, “Momma, when are you coming back?”

“Soon, baby girl,” Maya said, her voice soft.

Zara's eyes flickered with something fragile. “Will you come alone?”

“No....”

Zara's expression dropped. Zoe, on the other hand, lit up.

“ I'll be coming with your Aunt Fina,” she finally said.

“Oh…” both murmured at the same time.

Zara's voice cracked. “Momma, I don't want to lose you. What if you leave us? Like that man?”

Zoe stayed silent, her lips trembling as if she wanted to speak up for their father but didn't dare.

Maya said. “That will never happen. I will never forget you. I will never abandon you.”

“Promise?” both girls asked at once.

“Promise,” Maya said. “With all my heart.”