When my Ex-husband Came Back

CHAPTER 1 I hated parties but this particular party was a special one. One that I had worked so hard for to get here, one that I had willingly prepared myself for for years. “Are you excited?” Danny, my best friend asked beside me, his eyes glinting with mischief. I glanced at him, assessing his perfect face and grinned. “I am, I really am.” I replied with a slight smile. It wasn't a lie, I was excited to be here but I was also sad. I could not believe how much things had changed in my life. Just two years ago, I was fighting for my life and my will to live after losing my beautiful angel and now I was in the middle of an award night for businessmen and women. I had gone from waitress to a successful business woman and I was grateful for my opportunity but also my heart ached for what I had to lose to get here. I was a business owner, a successful one at that. I had somehow taken my grief and had made it into something more, something I was meant to be all along. I

CHAPTER 3 “Megan please!” Darrel's voice echoed but I was already leaving half walking back to my seat. Danny was already walking towards me, a worried expression in his eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking behind me. “Yes,” I nodded and then looked back to find Darrell standing behind me. “Who is he?” Danny asked, glaring at Darrell. “Nobody. He's nobody.” I said, “Let's get back to our seats.” I added and Danny modded even though he didn't look like he wanted to. “Are you sure you are okay? You look pale?” He asked. “No, I'm not okay.” I answered once we were back in our seats. “I think I'm hallucinating again.” “Shit, did you take your meds?” He whispered. “Yes,” I nodded. “Okay. I'll get Festus to come by so we can leave. We'll have to go over to Doctor Thessa tomorrow.” “Okay,” I smiled. I didn't deserve him. I didn't deserve to be treated so kindly by him yet he never once made me feel like it. Ten minutes later, we were both outside the building

Chapter 5The warm smell of sweet toast and steaming choco woke me up to a cheering morning. No doubts, Danny had brought me breakfast in bed again. He was so sweet, one would think he was deeply in love with me. “Up already?’’ Danny's voice sailed into the room with his footsteps approaching. “Seems you had a good dream last night.’’I sat up groggily, wiping my face. “Good morning.’’He kissed my cheek and fingered some strands of hair from my face, smiling ever brightly. “Morning, princess. What is it that has got you in such a mood this morning?’’ “What mood?’’ I asked back. ‘‘You've been smiling through your sleep.’’“You've been watching me?’’ I creased my brows, half-smiling. “Is that so bad of a husband to do for his wife?’’ He teased me. It worked totally well, I couldn't stop a chuckle from leaving my lips. It's unimaginable what would have become of me if I hadn't collided with a sweet soul like Danny. It would have been totally bleak around my life now, I would never

Chapter 7I peered into my wristwatch, and a soft sigh left my lips. Maybe I was worrying too much, Meagan would be just fine. I was beginning to care too much, and it was dangerous for me. I shouldn't let my feelings get tied with her, but the time had passed when I could withhold my feelings. I cared about her. Even afraid I cared too much. My phone flashed in the car cup, and my breath stopped when I recognised the caller. I threw a careful glance around, making sure that Meagan was clearly out of sight before taking the call. ‘‘Ordios’. 12pm.’’ Simple and short, he ended the call. I exhaled loudly, the familiar usual contemplation stirring in the back of my head. But bouncing him was no option, if I needed to keep Meagan longer by my side. Speaking of which, I peered into my wristwatch again and a few more minutes had passed. I stepped out of the car, and just as I was turning around it Meagan appeared out of the florist store. I sighed, then pulled on a smile. She noti

Chapter 9 Silence drew intensely across the table. Chairman Luthor’s angry eyes glaring at Danny, while madam Luthor's dumbstruck gaze swatted from Danny to me at repeated intervals. Danny was frozen by my side, giving me a ‘what was that you just said’ look. “I'm just saying it's not something we have to quarrel over. A married couple should definitely have kids, and we are not exempted.’’ I explained. The kind of quiet that rested in the car was that type that had its subjects engrossed in deep thoughts. But my thoughts kept getting interrupted by every move Danny made. Each time he tapped a finger, whirred the steering, changed his steps on the brake, etcetera. “You know I want to ask right?’’ He finally said. “I didn't mean it.” "Sure you didn't, but it sounded like you had really strong backing back there. I don't think its okay to give them the wrong idea.’’ He didn't seem fine with it at all. “Would you rather I let the quarrel escalate with your father?’’ I