The Apology from My Ex and His Mistress novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

For countless days and nights, she had believed that nothing made her happier than being with her beloved, building a life with him, cooking for him, raising children with him, and growing old side by side.

But it turned out she was utterly wrong.

She was glad that there was still time for her to change everything.

It was time to get her life back on course.

After finishing their manicures, McKayla and Stephanie went for a spa session.

After seeing McKayla off, Stephanie walked into a hair salon.

The stylist sighed as he looked at her waist–length hair.

“Are you sure about this? It must have taken you years to grow your hair this long.”

She had thick, straight, and silky dark hair.

It was gorgeous.

At first glance, anyone could tell she had been taking meticulous care of it.

Stephanie looked at her reflection in the mirror.

r skin, and the Her stunning hair created a stark contrast to her graceful light–yellow dress she wore accentuated her natural beauty.

She looked as pristine, beautiful, and delicate as a blooming lily.

Chapter 13

She smiled calmly, “Yes. Cut it.”

The waist–length hair was Maxwell’s preference, not hers.

The stylist nodded and started to cut her hair.

As clipping sounds rang out, strands of her hair fell to the floor.

Somehow, she felt relieved as if those years of invisible chains had finally shattered at her feet.

Almost an hour passed.

Looking at her brand–new look in the mirror, she smiled.

“Gosh, who would have known this hairstyle suits you even better? You look amazing!” The stylist marveled.

“You know what? Some color or styling would be the icing on the cake. What do you think? I’ve got some recommendations…”

Stephanie stroked her belly.

“It’s too late today. The next time, maybe,” she said.

The stylist shook his head in frustration.

She smiled, “I’ll still let you handle it.”

The stylist was indeed good at his job.

“Deal!” He beamed and wrote her name down in a notebook. Then he asked, “When, exactly?”

She looked down at her lower abdomen.

“A week, give or take,” she said softly. “Twenty days… tops.”

20.53%

l

11:46

Chapter 13

She might need time to recover after the abortion.

“Alright then. I’ll be waiting,” the stylist said while eagerly looking at her as she left.

She nodded with a smile.

After walking out of the hair salon, she entered Crescent Mall, which was located at the heart of downtown Haraville.

The mall was packed with luxury brands.

Looking down at her cutesy, gentle outfit, she let out a derisive laugh.

Such a style was Maxwell’s preference. He thought it indicated her obedience.

Yet, the truth was, it was never her liking.

She entered practically every designer store and left with her arms full of shopping bags.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify