All Chapters of Dear Ex, Marry Me Again!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I paced back and forth, thinking about what had just happened in the blink of an eye. That was fast, it could have cost me my life if I hadn’t moved quickly. I don’t know where or how the figure was able to reach me.For the past few years, it’s only been threats. I have never received a call before. I must have crossed a line this time for him to actually contact me. But why does he want me to stay away from Emily? In four years of marriage, nothing like this has ever happened. Why now?He doesn’t have a problem with me but with Emily? What has she done to put her life at risk? Whoever this person is, he knows I met her at the launch. But the real question is: was he there? Did he pass by me? How did I not suspect anything? This just proves how dumb I'm for not being more wary.Where do I even start? I can’t trace the call, it came from a burner phone. I need a skilled hacker, someone who can track down this figure.The door to the room swung open, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tu

Who does he think he is? He comes into my work environment to order me around because of his son? A father who should be scolding his child and trying to settle things amicably is instead adding fuel to the fire. What a jerk he raised as a son. I’m certain that Father would have let this slide if his son had come clean and shown remorse. I will make sure he hears the recording. His friend supports whatever his son has been doing and perhaps has been aware of it all along. A knock on my door diverted my attention. Lifting my head, I saw my secretary peeking her head inside. "You have a call from your father." She informed me. I looked at the office telephone on my desk, wondering why he didn’t call my cell phone. "He seems really pissed." She added, closing the door behind her. I picked up the phone and placed it to my ear. "Hello, Father," I said, waiting to hear his tone. I'm not sure why he's angry. "What did you do to Mr. Michael?" He roared, his voice harsh. I didn’t know wha

"What do you think I should do? I can’t leave her here like this, knowing I’m the cause of all this. I need to find out what happened."I was determined to uncover the truth. It would feel selfish to walk away without understanding what led to this. It’s clear that I was the target that day, there’s no way she would have driven onto the highway without seeing the truck heading for the car.I caught a glimpse of Anderson watching me, his arms folded across his chest."How sure are you she’s here because of you? I didn’t look into this to make you blame yourself." He said, almost in a whisper.I sighed, understanding his point. He is right, I might be overreacting, blaming myself for something beyond my control. I needed to take things slowly.I felt a hand on my shoulder, and when I looked up, I met Anderson's eyes."We don’t have much time. Let’s go. I promise to dig deeper and find out who’s behind this. If it has anything to do with you, I will let you know." His words felt like an

Nothing made sense to me. If he’s a computer genius and a hacker, why aren’t there any pictures of him from school on his Instagram page? He’s got over twenty million followers, but it’s all just images of him with clients. He doesn’t seem like the type who has friends or even keeps them.Does he keep his personal life completely out of the media? His profile just says he’s a businessman. How am I supposed to believe he’s a genius based on one old photo? Was he involved in the hack on the hospital server the day my divorce went through?Damn it, I barely know anything about him. How am I supposed to confirm if he’s really a hacker? A single picture doesn’t prove anything."Boss, you should believe it," Jasper interrupted, breaking my train of thought. "Stop having doubts. I’m sure he’s the one who hacked the server."I looked at him, trying to hide my frustration. "It’s just a picture, Jasper. How do I believe he’s a genius based on that?"He paused, considering my words. "I get it, b

I turned to the stairs, striding back to the reception, having made up my mind to contact Anderson. Maybe I had forgotten the room number and entered the wrong room. I'm skeptical I did, it was the same room we had entered yesterday. There’s no way I forgot; it was the fifth room on the right, and that’s where I had stopped.I couldn’t go to the reception and ask; she would still tell me there’s no one with that name at the hospital. This is a big private hospital in the country, there’s no way her family moved her out.I pushed the thought aside, making my way out of the hospital when I halted. Alex came to mind; he works at the hospital, so potentially I could ask him.The last time I was here to donate blood, I was told he was out of the country. Even on the day of the divorce, it was a different doctor who attended to Zara. I'm not sure if he’s back. I will only find out when I ask.Turning to the receptionist's desk, I marched toward her. It was the same lady from yesterday. Thin