Semua Bab Mr. CEO’s Insatiable Addiction To His Feisty Ex-Wife : Bab 191 - Bab 200

LISTOWEL’S POVIt’s been two days since the kiss-that-wasn’t-a-kiss wrecked everything.Two days since the world flipped on its head and dragged my name through the gutter.Two days since Emily’s crocodile tears and that damn video turned me into a villain overnight.And now, I sat in the boardroom of a company I built from the bones of my own sacrifice, surrounded by vultures dressed in expensive suits. My name no longer felt safe in anyone’s mouth.Not even in my brothers James and Daniel’s mouth. Grandma sat across the long mahogany table, her lips drawn into a straight line. We’ve not talked to each other since morning because of our altercation yesterday. Since I refused to marry that snake; Emily, she had motioned to the executive to go ahead with my impeachment. The expression on her face was unreadable. She was neither sad nor happy, the only thing she constantly did was adjust her glasses. The room buzzed with whispers and murmurs as the executives whom I had toasted with,

LISTOWEL’S POV By the time I reached the city, it was past sunset. I pulled into a quiet parking lot and finally tapped into my messages. I sent the audio file directly to my grandma’s phone, after which I made a voice note and sent it to her. “Grandma,” I started, my chest tight as I reconsidered what I would do. Even though I love my grandma dearly and confronting her about her deeds has always been something I’ve always found difficult to do; I gave myself the go-ahead. “You always demanded perfection. From the way I dressed, the way I spoke, even the way I loved. I gave my childhood, my youth, my soul… my everything for this family. I fought battles silently, wore your expectations like armor, even when it suffocated me.” I paused, breathing out. “And yet, the moment doubt knocked, you opened the door wide. You didn’t trust me to resolve it on my own. Just like you’ve always done. The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to have your faith and trust that I will be able

MELISSA’S POV Tears streamed down my face as I wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers running gently through his hair as we kissed. Moments later, I slowly pulled back and confessed into his ear, “I missed you” “I missed you too.” He whispered back. “What of the situation with Emily?” I asked. He let out a deep sigh but before he could say anything, “I know you didn’t do any of that. I believe those are wrong accusations.” I added, assuring him of my trust. A broad smile formed on his face as I scrutinized my whole face with passion before pulling me into a tight hug. “Thank you for believing in me….” He mumbled. I patted his back gently and said, “Don’t worry. I know she lied” “I will clear my name very soon. I have a recording of her confessing to everything.” He announced. My heart skipped with joy as I asked. “You do?” “Yes. I’ve already sent it to my Grandma and told her to do with it as she pleases. Whatever she decides to do is up to her. I’m done

It’s been a month since everything happened.I still wake up sometimes and have to remind myself that it’s real—that my name has been cleared. Emily’s web of lies has been unraveled before the whole world, thanks to my grandma finally releasing the tape after weeks of keeping it hostage. As I expected, the public's backlash against Emily has been harsh and brutal. Just like what happened to my company, her dad's is now on the receiving end. Investors are pulling out, and people are also boycotting their products. The International Ballet Board has suspended her for two years as punishment for lying to me. As a result, she's been stripped of her title as the best ballerina in the country. Oh how great it would have been if u had added the video of her bullying colleagues back in high school to it. She would have been done for good. Well, I can't complain much. The drags she's going through right now are more than enough for me. Besides, keeping this secret of hers to myself means

LETICIA’S POV I didn’t come to La Maison Rouge to overhear a murder plot. I came to enjoy dinner with my sister and her husband, something that rarely happens. I hadn’t seen them in months. Between my boss, Giovanni’s relentless demands at work, and the growing cold between me and everyone else at the office, it was only wise that I came out to her as an excuse to get some space to myself and breathe. I excused myself to the restroom after we finished eating the appetizers, hoping to fix up my makeup and have a moment to myself before the main course arrived. But as I was sitting in one of the cubicles at the restroom, I heard a voice that sounded familiar. I brushed it off because I didn't think it would be from someone I knew. Later another voice joined in the other person’s own. Ignoring it as a typical chatter between ladies, I resumed dressing up. I was in the last cubicle, the far end of the restroom. My heels clicked lightly on the floor as I reached into my purse for