All Chapters of Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

BRIAN’ S POV “Yes, Violeta. Send the emails to them and make sure to finish up the files.” I said as I walked into Holly Empire, barely responding to the greeting from a passerby. “Also, make sure that the files with Holly are done before tonight. We are lagging behind.” I told her. “Okay, sir.” She responded. I disconnected the call, swiping my access card on the access control. I walked into the elevator, letting out a deep sigh as I clicked the ninth floor. Just as the elevator closed up, someone pushed their leg forward, stopping it from closing and I lifted a confused look up to see Bishop who tilted his head to the side. He came to stand beside me, dipping one of his hands into his pocket. “Good morning,” He greeted. “Morning to you too,” I replied, keeping my focus forward. We didn't talk to each other after that. Reaching the seventh floor, Bishop stepped out while I continued to the ninth floor. I had a meeting with Jessica and I knew I was on time today. Getting the

JESSICA’S POV I didn't expect Amanda to come looking for me. After I told Brian last night that we might cancel the contract between us, I had gone to think about it. I knew that it was just a matter of time before Nelson picked this up and used it against me so I had to apply pressure on Brian to get rid of whatever this was. Bishop walked into the office, dropping the iPad before me. “It is getting worse. I don't think Brian is doing anything to these at all.” He shook his head in disappointment. I closed my eyes. I was not going to interfere with this time. I had interfered before in the past and he was not aware but now… this looked way too complicated and I will always choose not to get involved. “Have you looked into it?” I had asked him to look into it when Brian left the office yesterday in a rush. When Claire brought the phone for me to see, I was gobsmacked and just told her to leave because I didn't know how to tell him, and when Bishop came to show me, I knew I had t

Chapter 45 BRIAN’S POV With Jessica’s words still hanging around my head, I walked into the bar. Luckily, I have been able to reduce the spread of the posts. It looked like the more we clear bot account making these posts, the more new accounts are created and I knew this person was just persistent in ruining my reputation. “Gosh, man! You really look like you need a bath.” David scrunched up his nose as he stared at me fully. I had taken my bath, I just didn't shave. I shook my head, ignoring his remark. If only he knew how hard it had been for me, he would not say what he said. “A shot,” I told the barman as I turned my attention back to my friend. “So what are you doing about Freddy?” David asked as I took the shot that was passed across to me. I downed it within a few seconds. “What am I doing? Is there something I should do about him? “ “Isn’t there?” He cocked an eyebrow. “I already asked him if he was involved in it and by his answer, I don't think so.” I shook m

BRIAN’S POV Moving towards the crowd, I saw Yvonne signaling to me. The crowd began to pave the way for me as I walked through. Their shouts echoed through the air and interviewers bombarded me. “Mr. Brian, would you like to speak on the recent video about you and Angela Cruz?” “Everyone is going crazy about the videos. The ratings on your site are starting to drop. What would you like to say to this?” “You should say something, Mr. Brian.” I stopped before these people, staring at them all. I knew who was behind this. There was no way people would gather themselves to come to my company without being paid like this. “There is nothing for you all to be worried about. Our products are still top-notched and they remain harmless for use. Kindly trust in us as we handle this. An official memo will be released very soon. Thank you.” I said as politely as I could. “Shut up! You should focus on your father's business and stop following whores who will only ruin your business!” Someo

Angela sat in the cold courtroom, her hands trembling slightly as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. The weight of the past few weeks bore down on her like a boulder, and the grim expressions on the faces of the jury only made it worse. She glanced at her lawyer, a man who had been appointed at the last minute and had proven woefully inadequate during the proceedings. He seemed more interested in flipping through his notes than actually fighting for her. “All rise,” the bailiff’s voice rang out. Angela stood, her knees weak. The judge entered, his face stern and unforgiving. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone sat again. The prosecution wasted no time bringing forward evidence—photos, documents, testimonies—all meticulously arranged to paint Angela as guilty. She listened, helpless, as witness after witness accused her of crimes she didn’t commit. She wondered how Royals was able to find a few glass witnesses. Even her protests sounded hollow under the weight