Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Broken Ex Wife's Revenge : Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

After the show, Mandy walked them out to the first floor, with appreciation falling from her lips yet far from her eyes. They weren’t exactly filled with venom. Instead, they were shifty, like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t have been doing. After Mandy walked back inside, Zayn snaked a hand around Rina's waist and moved toward the car. A fan popped out of nowhere, excitement in her eyes as she rushed towards Rina, almost skipping at intervals.“Rina Powers!” As she got closer, Rina saw she was only a teenager, quite tall for her age. The first thing that came to her mind upon seeing her was the possibility of her being a basketball player or a model. She had on braces, and pigtails, and Rina could see she was still in high school with her cheerleading uniform.“Hi there,” Rina beamed, smiling at the teenager. “You look great, I have to admit. I didn’t even look this good back in high school.”The girl gushed at the attention, and a red patch appeared on her cheek. She

Rina always thought Finn was just a cheat and an opportunist who looked out for only himself, even in the most serious of relationships. But now, she had another title to add to the list - delusional. Who was he kidding saying that he was a victim where Kayla was concerned? They were both partners, as far as Rina was concerned, and if she was counting the number of persons that hurt her, they were both on the top list. In fact, they had given the rest of the world the freedom to.Dry laughter escaped her lips at his last words, and Rina shook her head, wondering when he would stop covering his face with a thick cloth and come to terms with the person he truly was. “I’m certain you didn’t ask to meet up to talk about your travails with Kayla, which by the way, is none of my business. So, if you don’t mind, can we get around to why I am here?”“Of course. We should sit.” They moved further into the pack and settled into one of the benches built like a bicycle, with handles and wheels at

They arrived back at the villa, Zayn considerably relaxed, his laid-back aura fully present other than the muscle working in the jaw, and the almost comic look in his eyes. Rina found it really exhilarating that he could get worked up over something that pertained to her It didn’t even matter that she was in over her head, hoping something would happen along the line, that he would look at her with a softened gaze, and an obvious tell of a changed mind, that since her first trip to Hong Kong, he seemed to have had a rethink and was putting very intentional boundaries between them. His current actions still made her giddy and made her want to get attached with unknown consequences. The villa was dark and quiet as they sauntered in, with Susan retiring to bed, and William with Igor, for some reason, were nowhere to be found. Zayn didn’t stop until he got to the kitchen, pulled the refrigerator open, and retrieved a bottle of water. He gulped it down, his eyes searching the space, and a

Joel’s wedding took place in a grand hall, with guests trooping in in their numbers. While it was strictly by invitation, Joel had gotten himself quite a number of fans already in the country, with his fame in the fashion world and the clout of Rina being his anonymous model for a while. He’d basked in all the attention he had gotten that period, that even people who knew nothing about O.S.N previously started going back to old articles on tabloids to get the gist of Rina working for him. Still, she was elated he had gotten that far with his career. It didn’t matter that they were no longer on good terms, or that he had said harsh words to her face. Away from his currently obnoxious self, Rina still wanted to think of him as that man who had given her a chance when no one else had wanted to. And if she kept that up, perhaps, she would have an untainted version of him in her head.The moment she arrived at the venue with Zayn, the duo dressed in matching outfits, of a black suit and a

Zayn kept Rina in his line of vision all evening, as he spoke about business with a prospective investor. He didn’t want to do that there, leaving Rina all to herself. But she’d told him she would be fine, going to sit at George’s table, together with Isaiah and Ginny to put his mind at ease. Still, every now and then, he found his eyes wandering to her, stunned at how hot she looked. No one rivaled her in the room, not even the bride. But beyond her looks, Zayn was filled with the compelling urge to protect her no matter what happened, to always keep her away from harm with all the power at his disposal. It wasn’t something that could be bargained, as he had tried to give her a little space since the engagement. But on those days, he’d been worried sick about her, unable to focus seamlessly on any other thing. “How about the returns?” the investor questioned, causing Zayn to pull his gaze away from Rina, albeit reluctantly, back to this table. She’d been laughing about something Geo