All Chapters of Marrying the Ex Uncle: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Amanda’s POV I rapped on the white wooden door of Vanessa’s house. There was no answer, knocking the second time, the door flew open with Vanessa standing by the threshold, arms crossed and an arched brow. “What are you doing here?”Eyeing her form, I shoved her out of the way into the house. I dropped my back on the couch and sauntered into the kitchen, opening the fridge. I took a bottle of water, peeled off the cap and gulped down.Vanessa strolled into the kitchen giving me the stare. Sighing I said, “I need a place to keep my head cool from that house, I swear if I stay there one more night I’m going to run insane.”She took an apple from the island in the kitchen. “Are you okay?” I leaned against the fridge. “What do you think? Those people are out to drive me nuts. And I’ll be damned before I let them see me actually mad.”“Come here.” She gestured to me.Reluctantly I pushed away from the fridge and walked over to her. She wrapped her arm around me, hugging me. “What happe

Amanda’s POV My brows creased into knots as I stared at him. He didn’t say anything again, he walked out.Did he really think I was cheating? That I was a whore?As if the whole idea and thought was incredulous and I was in stark disbelief, I turned to look at the door that he had exited.How could this be? How did it happen? Worse how could he?It was surprising that he had actually accused me of cheating and whoring around. Was it because I slept with him? Was I too loose?Or did he just want a case where he cheated and pinned it on the fact that I cheated I as well? I shook my head and left the room. Stepping into my room, I took out a long sleeveless dress, a jacket and a purse. I dressed and was going down before the question from granny stopped me on my tracks.“Where are you going, Amanda?” As she asked, all the necks in the dining room turned in my direction.It was something I was used to, but now I wanted to wish granny hadn’t said it in the manner that stole everyone’s hea

Amanda’s POV “I know it, Quinn didn’t say that out of love. I assure you.” Love was not a thing that could be used to describe I and Quinn’s relationship. I did like him but I couldn’t say the same for him, not with Miranda back in the house. He was always taking her side like she was the one he’d married.Vanessa and Maxwell sat on my couch facing me, whilst I sat on my executive chair, drawn from my desk to the couch beside them.“I doubt that.” Maxwell thought, “he sounded really in love and possessive.”We were all done with our task for the day and beside work had closed, we stayed back to catch up on what had been happening. We were like the three musketeers. It was fun, having friends, friends who were dumb and made you forget your problems, like Miranda.But now this sudden talk about Quinn being possessive and in love was confusing. Well he confused me the majority of the time.“Well, I don’t know what he said or made it sound but believe me, Quinn is neither in love with me

Amanda’s POV As the more time went by, I eyed Miranda, observing her form. She had a plain and straight face. No muscle twitches, not even a blink of a lash. Her face was straight like someone with no care for the world.I had to give it to her. Her great acting skills made me question my vision, question if she’d really struck out her leg.However I didn’t waver even with the gnawing fear in the pit of my stomach, I knew she did it. I saw her and the footage would prove what I’d seen.My chest grew tight and hot. Everyone was believing Miranda over me. Even Granny Mariah. She really did think that I sabotaged her plan to get the man to continue working with the company.Knowing myself the hard work she put in just to have him for this dinner was overwhelming. She went out of her way to convince the man and now the man had left without closing the deal. The main reason for the dinner. What made it even more infuriating was the fact that she believed I caused this. It was heart wrenc

Amanda’s POV “You have to confront that girl. Put her in her damn place.” Vanessa stated. Her brows were pinched together from anger. I couldn’t blame her though, Miranda was a two time bitch that pissed everyone off.Hearing about her alone made your stomach tighten in knots and made you want to punch a fist to a wall or better still her face.“What could I possibly say to make her own up to the fact that she actually caused me to trip and pour the drink on the lady?” I massaged my temples as I asked.The horror of that day returned to me and I inwardly cringed and recurled back. The abject stare that granny had fixed me with tasted like a bile in my throat. I hated to let people who looked up to me down. Granny was one of those people. “What more is there to say? You know and she knows that you know. Grab her like the bitch that she is and warn her never to try that rubbish again.” Vanessa’s voice was hard and so was her eyes. I believed if Miranda was present right before us she