LOGIN"Be honest with me," I said, quiet. "If she didn’t leave back then, would you have married me?” Silence. The whole car silent. He looked at me. I looked at him. Heart heavy and shuddering. Dreading the answer but still asking it. “Would you have married me? Would you?" He didn't say anything. Didn't give me the reaction I wanted. He unbuckled his seat belt rather, pushed open the door and out he went. “Stop mentioning her. I've already handled today’s news. It was my mistake. It won’t happen again.” *Bam* For four years, Alma Hartwell was the perfect wife. Patient. Loyal. Always there when her husband needed her. Unfortunately, Damien Ashford never needed her the way she needed him. To him, their marriage was stable, convenient, and exactly what it was supposed to be. Until Alma asked for a divorce. Now the wife he took for granted wants out, the marriage he never questioned is falling apart, and the one woman who was never supposed to leave is walking away. The problem? Damien refuses to let her go.
View MoreALMA'S POV Could it have been a mistake? Damien down here at this time. It was past noon, he normally had departmental/subsidiary meetings around this time. Why come here and-Was I really remembering his schedule right now?Was I really still keeping track of him and... Whatever. It wasn't my concern anyways. He could come, he could decide not to. None of It was my concern."He was just here right now, why did he leave so fast?" I heard murmurs from the folks at the door, some visibly disappointed, looking round to make sure he didn't go to the other workshops by the side.How pitiful.Looks like ass licking still went on around here. Premium ones. Most likely due to promotions and stuff.Again, not my business.*****The rest of the day went on without a hinge. I went home early, our socials were looking great, and my couch had never felt so comfortable in a while."
Evelyn's POV (Grandma) I waste time checking the workshops anymore, instead made a U turn, waving at workers from other halls that saw me. Not exactly going in or attracting attention. Anything to get to that grandson of mine as soon as possible. Without her knowledge of course. This had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with him. What he was doing there. Doing there staring at her work. Then running away leaving when someone spotted him. Glaring at his assistant when he didn't get the clue immediately. I had several questions. Did he do that often? Did he come down here often along with her, hide like that. Why was he hiding? Above all, Why was he running away? "Would you like anything else, Madame?" The staff asked, polite. A serving of tea and biscuits laid out on the table in f
Evelyn's POV (Grandma) "How's everything going so far? Is she doing okay?" "Mrs. Ash- Alma, Alma's doing fine, madam President." He stuttered, the floor manager. Corrected himself in between. You could see the confusion in his eyes on how to address her and honestly I wonder why. A person should be called by their name, not your marriage name. Her name is Alma. Simple. "Is the project coming along fine?" I still asked, taking in everything. The area around. "No problems I hope? No department heads making troubles and causing difficulties. Am I right?" "A-absolutely none, Madam! They all abide by your instructions. I mean, news on the company memo! Miss Alma has faced no troubles at all, madam President." Hmm. Good. "Everyone loves her in fact. The project's going well, sales have started coming in, I heard production has increased to keep
Damien's POV You would think the next couple of days would go smoothly, but they don't. They don't go smooth or normal at all. At least internally. Outwardly, everything seemed okay. Everything seemed to be moving okay, she- She seemed to be moving okay. Still kept that bouquet in her office. Didn't throw it out, didn't ask questions, get worried about the unknown location it came from. Powering down on the fact, she really thought it was from him. That man. But it was none of my business. Absolutely had nothing to do with me. If that's how she decided to treat her congratulatory gift I ordered for her, so be it. "I won't pry into someone else's love life." Or at least that was what I thought. What I thought before arriving at that particular workshop. It was inspection day. My usual routine to go through our inbuilt workshops and see for myself what was really going on. It was usual thing I did. But she chose that day to head over there too. Go there. Stay












Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.