Semua Bab Bye Bye Mr. Ex, I’m With Mr. Next Now: Bab 11 - Bab 20

~Isabelle~The sound of my phone woke up me, and when I checked, I realized that I had actually slept way into the morning, because it was almost noon. It was Sasha calling, and so with a smile on my face, I picked up the call.“Hey girl,” Sasha greeted in her usual fancy as soon as the call connected. “Were you sleeping?” She asked almost immediately and I giggled.That was the thing with Sasha; she always knew what was happening around me or with me without even being physically present. “I was,” I admitted to her.“Hmm, someone seemed to have settled in quite well, because the last time I checked, you were skeptical about going,” Sasha teased.“Well, we got in late last night and I haven’t seen anyone yet, including my dad. So it is just Jason for now. Maybe I should go downstairs and get familiar with everyone and things around here again,” I said, but I still did not move a muscle.“That does not sound bad at all,” Sasha said.“Were you missing me so badly that you had to call?

~Isabelle~“Gosh no!” I said again as I buried my head in my palms and sobbed.I could not believe that this was happening to me. Just when I thought that I had successfully gotten away from Victor and his callous family, and that I was going to begin my life afresh with my family, and my baby on the way…“What is the conclusion?” Jason asked, deeply worried for me, but then again, he allowed me sob sadly.After I was done sobbing, I cleaned my wet cheeks, but my eyes were puffy and red from the tears, and when I raised my head and looked at Jason, I saw worry and anger in his eyes.“The divorce is getting readdressed,” I said as though it was the first time I was saying the word.Of course, Jason already knew this, but I was so confused, angry, and dejected that I did not even know what to say.“I know that, Isabelle,” Jason said. “What is the conclusion with Barrister Andrew? Can he sort it out himself?” He asked.I shook my head regrettably. “He cannot, Jason. I have to travel back

~Victor~I arrived at the court with Barrister Joe about fifteen minutes earlier, and it was an intentional act. I looked around, and I just knew that Isabelle hadn’t arrived yet. Due to the nature of the divorce, a judge had been involved, which even made it a more serious issue.“What happens if Isabelle is late or doesn’t show up at all?” I asked Barrister Joe.“Like I already told you, the divorce will be revoked,” Barrister Joe responded, and I could not help the smile that formed on my lips. Barrister Joe looked at me confused and skeptically. “I thought you also wanted the divorce,” he asked.“It is no longer about who wanted what, Barrister Joe,” I answered vaguely. “Let’s go in,” I added and began to walk into the court without waiting to check whether Barrister Joe was following or not.When we arrived in the same courtroom that we had used, we met Isabelle’s lawyer already waiting. This courtroom reminded me of the divorce as though it happened a minute ago, and worse, it re

~Victor~I had expected Isabelle’s outburst, and in all honesty, I was pleased that the judge moved the next hearing to next week, because it would give me the chance and time to win Isabelle back. I knew she would be angry and devastated, but I just had to do this so that I could try and work things out with her, because after realizing that I did not want to be divorced from Isabelle, I just couldn’t sit by and watch her go.But what I didn’t expect was for her to throw up on me.It was a disgusting smell, and while Barrister Joe covered his nose in irritation, something else struck my mind.“Isabelle, are you pregnant?” I asked.This wasn’t the first time that Isabelle was throwing up on me. After all, she had been pregnant several times before, only that the babies never stayed. She had thrown up on me during the first two times that she had gotten pregnant and I had been excited with high hopes, and I could never forget what it smelled like.This was not any different.I waited f

~Isabelle~Sasha was so wide-eyed that I thought her eyeballs were going to fall off her eyes. “Well, if he is that rich and influential, then he might never think of me again,” I told Sasha.“Don’t forget that you are not a real waitress,” Sasha warned, giving me a side eye. “Hold on, did you tell him your surname?” Sasha had asked me.“Gosh, Sash, I already told you that I left my father’s stifling influence and name back home to come here and have a good time. I am not about to use my name to start getting preferential treatments,” I had told Sasha.“So acting like a waitress is better?” Sasha had asked.“I didn’t act as a waitress; I was just mistaken to be one,” I had responded.“Girl!” Sasha had squealed in delight as we made our way out of the café. “You met with Victor Walters! If it was me, I am certain that I would have collapsed, because you only see men like that on TV and elite parties, which I would never get invited to because I am not from an influential and powerful