Hello Ex husband

Arla's Pov

I watched my boy who was keenly observing the gorgeous man standing before us. Jale Winters, he looked as dashing as I remembered him except for the think beard that was starting to grow on his chins. His hair was all messed up looking like he had run his hands in it a dozen of times. I know he always does that when he is frustrated. I know how?

Well that is no question because the hunk before me used to be my husband, turned to ex husband.

Oh Lord wy did I have to travel today? Only to find people who are nothing but bad omen to me.

I forced a smile on my face and held out my hand for him. "It's so nice to meet you again."

Who am I kidding,the only thing I wanted to do was burry him alive. He is one of the reasons I left Raychester. I just couldn't leave in the same country knowing that I could one day pump into the two people I hated most in my entire life. The man who broke my heart and the woman who destroyed marriage.

Jale awkwardly placed his hand in mine and shook my hand but his eyes were locked on my little boy. I could see the shocked look on his face and I didn't blame him at all.

I just blame myself why the hell did I have to bring Chase to visit my parents on the very day his stupid dad was also travelling. This was so terrible.

I immediately stood in the middle of them masking my little boy away from his dad but my stubborn son cocked his head out and gave his dad a very cute sunburn smile. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. One of the reasons I got married to Jale was this one.

Not because he is a billionaire, ceo of the number one resort industry in the World. It's because I wanted to have beautiful babies just like him. Actually I was still kind of childish back then.

We were two souls who fell in love with each other. He was king and I, his king. We had each and everything we wanted in life. A good home, loving parents, supportive friends, successful careers. Everything was perfect in our marriage until she came.

Melania Gale. That pesky bitch. That slut, she is every bad thing in the world. I would never wish ill on any person but I hope that bitch gets hit by a car on her way to the salon and she becomes crippled forever. I just hate her so much, just the same way I hate my stupid ex husband.

I hate them for the way they mistreated me, the way they hurt me and broke me into pieces but that's all in the past.

My only concern right now is bringing my cosmetic company back on top plus raising my baby boy.

I and Jale stood still for a few minutes staring at each other. I could see the guilty all over his face. Guilty for how wrong he treated me yet he was supposed to supposed to love me and cherish me. That was his duty as my husband.

.He started to sweat and his hands were shaking. He always does that when he is nervous. Don't ask me how I know this.

I spent five years sharing the same bed with this man, some times we even used each other's tooth brushes.

I checked my bag, until I found what I was looking for. I took out a white hankie and gave it to him. He took it and stared at me in confusion.

"Your forehead," I told him signaling him to wipe the sweat off.

"Ohh, sorry I didn't get you there," he first checked the hankie making sure it was clean before wiping himself with it.

Typical Jale! He is still a neat freak.

"So what have you been up to all these five years?" He asked.

What was I supposed to tell him? That I spent the last five years nursing the wounds he left on my heart or that I had been taking care of his son, the son he doesn't know of.

I was still tongue tied not knowing what to tell him when I heard someone calling my name. I turned to the waiting area were I saw my parents waving at me.

"We are here! Bring my grandson to us," said my excited mom.

It's funny how she is in her early 60s but dresses and behaves like she is in her teens.

"Excuse me," I smiled at him kindly and started to walk to my waiting parents but suddenly I felt a tug on my blouse. I looked down at my five year old, whose face was full of questions at that moment.

"Mommy, is this Daddy?"

Oh my God! I looked behind us at Jale who was only a few steps away from us. I bet he clearly heard what my son had just asked me.

The was he was looking at me with curiousty, I knew he wanted an answer to that question too. Who am I even kidding from his viking gold hair, brown chocolate eyes, his fair skin, to proud attitude. Everything he was was the same thing my boy was. Chase was a true young version of his daddy but I would never let him know that.

I crouched down in front of my angel and kissed his forehead before answering his question. My eyes shot up at Jale again who pretended like he was looking at something on his phone yet his phone's screen was blank then. After making sure he had his attention to us, I cupped my baby's cheeks and made him look into my eyes.

"No honey, this man is not your daddy but uncle. He is uncle Jale."

I could see Jale's face fall from the sides of my face.

Suck a jerk! What did he expect that I was going to say Chase is his son. That is something I would never do in my life. I would never let Jale into my son's life. I will never let him know he is my baby's daddy because he doesn't deserve my little boy at all. He doesn't deserve us after all the horrible things he did to me five years ago.