บททั้งหมดของ Chasing His Revengeful Wife: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

SEAN: Mya, after about an hour, could take a few laps with my supervision and just half a lap unsupervised. A few times, I'd caught her before she dropped to the bottom, bringing her back up as we both shared deep laughter. "I can do it, Daddy!" Mya slipped out of my hold and I relaxed, watching as she struggled to finish to the end. I floated right behind her and pulled her out of the water before sitting her on the concrete slab. "How are you both enjoying your swimming lessons?" Sekani asked, stepping out through the french doors with s towel hanging around her shoulders. She was fully dressed so I guessed she had brought the towels for either me or Mya. "Having fun, mum!" Mya called from where she stood. "I can now swim on my own, yayy!" "Oh, that's nice," Sekani replied, briefly glancing at me with an unreadable expression before she took a seat on the lounge. She was wearing a sundress that barely reached her knees. That way, I could peek at her flawless skin

SEKANI: Leaving the kitchen was a relief for me. I could still feel the tenseness in my bones as I set the cup on the table beside Mya who had now taken out her color book and was doing all the painting. I poured her half a cup of drink and handed it over to her, smiling when she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. Then I sat back, handing suitable colors to her as I watched her paint. It was really a beautiful sight and I couldn't even hold back my smile as she continued to colour. And by the time we were almost done, Sean popped his head out to announce that he was done cooking, causing Mya to leave whatever she was doing and zip towards the kitchen. Sean hung around and I knew he did because I could feel his gaze on me as I faced the book before me and pretended not to see him. "Are you going to join us or do you want to keep avoiding me because of what happened back in the kitchen?" "I don't really care about that," I laughed, feigning interest in Mya's colo

SEKANI: Sean was done in less than fifteen minutes. I was surprised at the speed he used in getting dressed. Well, all he wore was a pair of tracksuits with something similar on top. "You didn't tell me you're their new coach," I mentioned to him the moment we slipped into the car. All geared up like this would have mothers mistaking you for their coach. "But I am not," He shrugged and laughed. "Today's a Saturday and our daughter has a match. I only dressed this way in the spirit of today's match. I'm sure other fathers would dress this way too." "Oh, they won't," I laughed. "And they're never at the girls' football matches." Sean frowned. "Are you serious?" I nodded. "Yes. They don't think their daughters are worth watching. So it's always the mothers attending. The fathers only ever attend when it's their sons playing." "Totally sexist and patriarchal but let's not say anything about it." He shrugged and shook his head, shutting the door before he revve

SEKANI: "I am her husband." Yvonne, the dark-haired mother of twins stared at me in surprise. Of course, she had to be. She was one of the women who heralded the fact of me not having a husband and probably paying men to sleep with me all thanks to the infinite money I had to splurge on such luxuries. I didn't even make a move to say anything to them. Sean seemed like the type to actually steer people when it came to conversations like this so I left it all to him. "Oh," Shannon replied, nodding her head. "We had no idea she had gotten married." "I heard," Yvonne nodded. "It was on the news but I didn't take it seriously. Wow, it's actually true. She really settled with someone. We all thought you were the type who didn't depend on a man." "Oh, no," Sean chuckled. "She still doesn't. She's very capable of taking care of things even in my absence. That's why I strive hard to do better every day. She's special to me so I work hard, I worship the ground she walks on

SEKANI: "I don't want anyone in this room!" I called at the top of my voice, turning around as the fashion designer fitted my dress through my body. Three hours ago, I decided that I needed to wear something other than a plain black dress. I wanted to wear something flattering enough so I did the needful and called my fashion designer who came along with her makeup artist friend. Oh, it was nice to finally be surrounded by women who didn't speak to me like I was their boss. Greta had gushed over Sean, telling me he was a lucky catch. "Maybe second chances exist after all," She said to Olivia, her friend who was also the make-up artist. "I'll call it luck," Olivia replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Not a lot of people experience the same thing. It's a rarity to actually get back with the love of your life. And I also think Mya is a contributing factor." Greta rolled her eyes. "Of course, she is, dumbass. But did you see the way he looked at Sekani when she wal