บททั้งหมดของ A Broken Ex Wife's Revenge : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

The sunlight had already settled by the time Rina returned to her room. A soft, golden glow from the evening sun still lingered on the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of amber and lavender. The faint scent of jasmine from a candle she had forgotten to extinguish in a haste to see Zayn, lingered in the air, wrapping around her like a familiar embrace. Laying on her bed, she rolled over to her abandoned phone on the nightstand, her eyes widening when she realized she had missed George’s calls ten times. She returned his call at once, armed with a properly constructed sentence intended to assure him that she was doing alright, and wasn’t one bit affected by Regina’s drama.But when she pressed the phone against her ear, she heard a chirpy and ecstatic tone instead. Narrowing her eyes, Rina sat up and folded her legs against her chest. The soft fabric of her duvet crinkled beneath her, and the distant hum of city life beyond the window seemed to fade. “George, you have to slow down

Mia got on her feet the instant Zayn got into the office, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to how he really felt. He nodded in acknowledgment to his secretary and moved towards his door, totally ignoring his brother seated in the room. Instead, he typed in his code, thankful that he had changed it before his trip to Hong Kong, before strolling in.He made a long show of setting his computer up, barely paying Nathan any attention as he walked in after him, settling in the seat at the other end of the desk. Zayn sent a quick mail to the stakeholders that he would be a few minutes late. It was already almost six, and by the look of things, Nathan had no plans to leave anytime soon.But Zayn had no plans of letting him stay there either.“You know, for a well-respected and feared man, one would expect you to treat your sibling better.”“Hmmm.” He retrieved his phone and sent a last message to William, reminding him not to even think about purchasing the wine without him. Done, he claspe

On their way back home, Zayn and William stopped at the wine store in the middle of town. They walked in together, towering well above the other purchasers as they walked the aisles, an attendant following closely behind, her knees almost reaching the ground in obeisance and pure surprise that Zayn had visited the store himself. Most times, he made orders and had them delivered to his mansion, so they seldom got to see him around. The shock on their faces when the door was pushed open and he strode in, was palpable, as the attendants argued between themselves about who was going to attend to him.“Sir, is there anything in particular you are looking for? You can take a look at your regulars on this other aisle.” The petite lady pointed to the aisle next to the one they were in, her eyes eager and her smile on the verge of tearing her lips.“I’m searching for something in particular,” Zayn answered without looking at her. He continued checking the bottles on the aisle one after the oth

The click sound of silverware hitting plates reverberated around the walls as everyone busied themselves with the meal. At first, Rina was skeptical about their reception towards it, knowing that they were perhaps used to eating only the best. But she visibly relaxed upon realizing that they were actually enjoying it. Or at least, that was what the expression on their faces told her. When she reached for the pepper shake, Zayn’s fingers brushed hers and she withdrew her hand with the speed of lighting, recoiling from the sudden electric zap that had gone through her. He must have felt it too because he looked up at her at that moment, his eyes dark with an emotion Rina couldn’t place her hands on. Pulling her gaze away from his perfect features, she opted to eat without the pepper, not willing to risk that happening again. Unknown to her, Susan and William watched the duo with keen attention, having their own reservations. They wondered how long they would both deny what they felt

“At least, it's going to be yours for the next five years after we get married, and honestly, I was thinking about changing the name on the property deeds to yours. I noticed you’ve grown attached to the space, and I wouldn’t want to take that away from you.” “Zayn, no,” Rina shook her head. “You can’t give me a whole villa just because…” “I can,” he chuckled. “I own a hundred of these scattered all over the country. And besides, you might consider it an early marriage annulment gift. We will be required to sign a prenup as the contract says, but I don’t want the villa included in that.” “Zayn…” “And you might want to get away from me sometimes,” he continued. “You know how annoying I can be. I’m certain you wouldn’t want to see that for twenty-four hours every single day.” Rina wanted to tell him that there was nothing annoying about him, that it was in fact the opposite. She was lost in his presence each time he came around, and in those moments, nothing ever seemed better.