Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-Wife Returns a Billionaire: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Philip’s POVTo my surprise, I literally could not believe what I was seeing. And there she was, Kendra – my ex-wife – pictured on every television and in every magazine. The woman I’d so callously tossed aside was now a global icon, a self-made billionaire. I felt a lump in my throat as I came to the terrifying reality of what I did wrong. “How the hell did you get these?” I whispered to Adrian. Adrian looked at me and raised his shoulders. “It’s all over the media, man, she is all over the media!” I sat down at the table, the burden of the past deeds weighing down on me heavily Jacobs my friend and a business partner frowned at me in silence. ”That’s her, isn’t it?” Jacobs finally spoke. "Your ex-wife?" I looked down ashamed and just nodded. Jacobs huffed deeply, irritated. ‘’You’re one complete and utter fool, Philip. Why did you do that?’’ “I was…” I said, rubbing the back of my head. “I was young, silly, and had no idea what I was doing. I was pursuing something I beli

Philip’s POVOne name I couldn’t seem to get off my mind – Kendra. Even after all these years, she was there, looking more beautiful and successful than I knew her. And our son... I had a son, oh God! The burden of my sins bore down on me as if a ton of bricks were placed on my head. I walked back and forth in my hotel room and raked my fingers through my hair one more time. I had to talk to her, to ask for forgiveness, to compensate in some way, for what happened between us. But how? She had probably told me she did not wish to have anything to do with me. “Get a grip, Philip,” I said to myself out loud. “It’s gonna be okay.“ I took my phone surfing the internet for the contact line KEDIS Cosmetics. My finger was resting on the pad that was going to initiate the call. Was this too much? Too soon? But the image of my son – our son went through my mind and before I could change my mind, I hit the call button. “Hello, this is KEDIS Cosmetics, how may I help you?” a friendly voice r

Kendra's POV I was still sitting in the café, my foot was tapping nervously beneath the table. There was the aroma of coffee in the room, but I did not really pay attention to it. My head was spinning with all the feelings I had inside of me. I could not understand why I had accepted an invitation to meet Grace here. One side of me wanted to not even mention Philip again but the other side of me realized that I couldn’t keep on hiding from it. The only issue was, I didn’t know how to approach it.“Earth to Kendra.” Grace’s voice interrupted me. She moved her hand in front of my face and said something that made her chuckle. “Oh my, you look like you've seen a ghost.”I blinked and forced a laugh. “Might as well have. You know what has been happening.”Grace crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair. “Philip again?”I nodded. “I keep seeing him. Or at least hearing about him. He’s not leaving me alone, Grace. I don’t know what to do.”She then took a sip of her coffee, her eyes

Meeting with PhilipI faced Philip in a café with poor lighting, drumming my fingers on the table. He was speaking and to be honest with you, I was not even listening to him. He began to mumble something about lost opportunities, how he wished he could be there for Brian, how everything went south, but there was a disconnect between his eyes and his lips.“Hey, Kendra, I know I was wrong,” he said, his hands placed on the table with the palms facing upwards as if offering me his soul. “But I want to make things right. For Brian, for us…”I looked at him with a frown on my face. For us? What did he think this was? An opportunity to fix our shattered lives and act as if everything was normal? He'd broken me, and now he expected to come back into Brian’s life as some sort of savior. I wasn’t buying it.“You want to set things straight?” I said, my voice sounded more acidic than I wanted it to be. “What about when you left us? When you threw me out like I was the garbage, Philip? You

The DinnerThe sound of tapping my heels on the floor was music to my ears as I walked to the KEDIS office with voices and ringing phones in the background. I had only signed the document for the new international partnership the previous week, so I knew this was serious. KEDIS Cosmetics is now a global company. In any normal person’s life, this should have been a time to dance round the house with champagne in hand. For me, it was just like the usual days on duty.I turned the knob of the door and closed it with my back; the room was quiet. I tossed my bag on the couch and collapsed into the chair staring at the stack of papers still to be reviewed. Even though the notion of making the brand go international was exciting, there was something still lacking. It may have been because I was tired. Or maybe, it was because I always had this feeling that I am being swallowed somewhere in the middle of all these triumphs.I begun to think about Brian as I leaned back on the chair. In f