All Chapters of Divorced By Mistake: Reclaiming My Ex-wife : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

(Ivy)"How did he take the news?" Tracy asked as she shove the last slice of pizza inside her mouth.I shrug. "Well, he was quite upset, and even more when I refused to say who the father of my baby is." I say, taking a sip from my glass of fresh orange juice."I bet that's unbecoming of a Reynold woman?" Tracy says in a clear hint of mimic.I roll my eyes. "Very," I retort. "But then he was willing to bite the bullet and leave it be as long as Daniel Moore is still interested in me," I worked my jaw when I say this.Tracy opens her mouth but then she clamps it shut, it took her several seconds before she finally says. "Wow. How did you react to that?" She asks.I roll my eyes again. "I told him exactly what I've been telling him for the past one year and walked out,"Tracy gives me a perfect judgemental look."What? What was I supposed to do?" I frowned. "Should I have hugged him and asked him to fix a date with that douchebag?"She shrugs. "Most definitely not," she says and then he

(Ivy)I've been out of court about less than an hour ago as court hearing has been adjourned to middle this month."To Reynold, please." I tell my driver, as I manage to get away from the reporters, resting my head in the backseat.As soon as I shrug into my favorite armchair, I reach for my phone and dialed Tracy's number."Congratulations, Ivy. We should celebrate tonight over pizza and a bottle of champagne and we can —-,"I roll my eyes and interrupt as quickly as I can. "Slow down, Tracy. The case has been adjourned, there's really no need to go overboard, just say you want pizza," I stifle a chuckle."Well, there's that," she strained through her teeth, I bet her ears are turning red at the idea of being caught. "But seriously though, that case should be done with, if you say he's guilty, then he is,"I could barely stop my smile from spreading. "They can only try," I say, my tone dismissive, deciding it was time to change the subject to one she'd really love to hear."I have Ar

(Calvin)"So, let me get this straight," Christian tilts his head. "You can't stand your new assistant?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed at me in confusion."She's annoying and it infuriates me," I say through gritted teeth."But you always can't stand any of your past assistants, why the fuss?" He rolls his eyes at me.Yeah, the same question Derrick asked me last night and even as I sit here, I still can't wrap my head around why I'm letting her get into my head.I bring my glass to my lips and gulped half the content of the liquid. I clench my fist beside me. "You don't get it," I let out. "It's as if she's intentionally getting on my nerves, and with that stupid smile she usually wears on," my face tightens as I remember the stunt she pulled at my last meeting, making the investors to praise and adore her.To her, she saved the day but my hatred for her only grew.I'm not used to my staffs trying to fit in, especially my assistants, they're always scared of me, they all cower at my

(Ivy)I had suggested my office but Mrs Mabel insisted that it should be anywhere but the corporation.I didn't have to ask why, I'm not blind, I could clearly see the fear in her eyes and the urgent need to be cautious.And I can tell that whatever she's about to tell me, it's important.So, I drove us to somewhere safer, a penthouse I bought earlier this year in my daughter's name.I watch her gulp the water I had offered, looking nothing like her old self, she looks —- tired, haggard and emaciated.I can't quite make out what had happened to her, and my nerves are extremely short, leaving my mind itching to know this truth, all of it.I hold my breath, waiting.Mrs Mabel brings down the now empty glass and clears her throat. “I didn't leave, not willingly,” she begins, but there's a weight to her words that makes my stomach tighten.She paused, like she's searching for the right words. “The chair lady made me,” the words hangs in the air as I try to process it.That's hard to believ

(Ivy)I didn't remember how I had gotten through the rest of the day. After booking the next available flight for Mabel back to her hometown, a small village in the countryside.I knew she'd be safer there, as a matter of fact she suggested it.Also, I vaguely recalled asking Tracy over while I head to pick Aria up from school, summoning my best acting skills to pretend that everything was okay while keeping a smile on my face.Fortunately, she had an exciting day at school, and I was grateful that telling me about it quelled some of my sadness. But the moment I put her to bed, exiting her room, the pain and sadness that had subdued returned with double force.I shrug into the sofa, a glass of wine in hand as I wait for Tracy to come.She saunters in about half an hour later, and met me curled up on the sofa, stressed out.I take my time to narrate everything that happened in details, while Tracy looked like a breath has been knocked out of her lungs.She rolls her eyes. “He didn't