Lahat ng Kabanata ng Getting my ex-wife back: Kabanata 1391 - Kabanata 1400

Seeing Hadrian, Scarlette's face turned extremely grim. Never in her wildest imaginations had she thought he would appear in front of her and travel-worn at that. Where he came from was obviously just as cold as the sanatorium as he was wearing a black below-the-knee puffer jacket, with a white sweater and black pants. It was the first time she saw him in winter boots; he looked utterly lifeless. He was also slinging a black backpack, Scarlette's favorite, on his right shoulder while carrying a handbag in his left hand, Hadrian's favorite. It seemed that he was not surprised to see her. After putting the two bags down, he walked to her and looked at her with his head low. "Great, now that your legs are broken, let's see where else you can go." Hadrian gritted his teeth. It seemed that he wanted to rain millions of hatred on her, but he couldn't utter a word, feeling a dull pain in his chest. Tears fell from her ghastly face thereupon. Raeleigh looked

Raeleigh had been somewhat distracted since she left Deanna's house. She had made a few efforts to call Xanthus but never once pressed the call button. In the end, in for a penny, in for a pound, Jepherson simply confiscated her phone. They sat in an MPV as they journeyed to the Osteen's home. In actuality, everyone was well aware, but Jeanna chose to lie in Hansen's arms and pretended to rest while he kept his eyes closed. Hence, the two of them played dumb to whatever happened during the journey. Raeleigh, on the other hand, was exasperated. She knew she couldn't make a big fuss, but if she didn't, she didn't know how to explain it to her parents. Moreover, they were not too far from her parents' home. It was hard to tell how long she could stall when they traveled by car. "Behave yourself." Jepherson took the phone away and whispered in her ear. Livid, she bit her lip, leading him to look at them. "Are you seducing me?" Raeleigh's face flushed imm

When Raeleigh entered the house, Hansen and Jenna were waiting in the living room. As they waited, they admired the paintings and interior design. Bernardo had already invited them to have a seat, but Hansen and Jenna were not one to lose their manners; they wouldn't sit before the head of the house came out. People like them were well aware of the etiquette when visiting someone sincerely. It was justifiable that Raleigh's family didn't want to see them. After all, Jepherson had done the unspeakable. They were grateful to even be able to come in. Parents always put their children first. If they had a daughter and the same thing happened to her, Jenna couldn't even guarantee she'd be able to forgive immediately, but her husband, on the other hand? Jenna unconsciously glanced at her husband, who was looking at the paintings by her side. She knew he wouldn't let it go, at the very least. He might even wreak havoc with their two sons, burn the guy to ashes, a

Raeleigh barely had any appetite in the following two days. On the third, she finally managed to get through to her parents. It was Jazelle who answered the phone. Although she had been refraining for a long time, she failed to listen to her husband and answered Raeleigh's call. "Mom." Raeleigh knew the call had connected. As soon as she heard her daughter, Jazelle immediately felt aggrieved and turned to look at her husband, who was standing by the window. "Baby, it's Mom. I miss you. Do you miss me?" Jazelle choked with sobs when she spoke. Oh, her baby girl. Raeleigh replied with a hum, unable to utter another word. Jazelle had been silent and nearly cried until she saw her husband looking at her, that she held back her tears. "Baby, have you read the letter I left you?" Jazelle wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. Lamar sat opposite her and wiped her tears away. She wasn't this fragile in the past; she used to be so strong and tough

Raeleigh sat outside of Stuart's ward while she waited for Xanthus to finish examining him. At this time, though Hadrian was nowhere to be seen, there were two new bodyguards standing outside of the ward. They looked relatively young, about twenty years old. They stood guard outside the ward, with an unapproachable air. Staring at them, Raeleigh felt her mind blanking out. Santiago, who sat beside Raeleigh, suddenly kicked her foot. Raeleigh glared at him and rolled her eyes, "The h*ll? Is your streak of insanity acting up again?" "Well, please call me a psycho, then." Santiago said in that couldn't-care-less tone of his. Raeleigh snapped, "I haven't settled the score with you yet." "And how would you do it? How about you take me as your husband?" Santiago pressed his hand on the wall, trapping Raeleigh. Frustrated, she said, "Please be respectful of me, or else from tomorrow onwards, we're not friends anymore." "Well, that's the story for tomorrow. What n