All Chapters of Married to my Ex-Fiance's Boss: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Giancarlo.When everywhere had dried up with reporters and there was seeming calm in the environment, I stepped out of the car, eyes still wary for any hiding predator who had not given up on the wait.It was almost dusk but I sighed in relief, a tiny bundle which had been sitting together with other of my loaded problems, was lifted up at omce.It didn't even matter that I had spent almost five hours in the car waiting for everywhere to clear up and that my butt hurt so much that standing was almost an impossibility not to talk of walking that was so much like me moving head-fiest into the fire.But I had to make it possible. I wasn't meant to be holed up in one place, doing something that wasn’t beneficial to me health wise.I had spent so many hours—too many, worrying about Claire and her well-being that if I spent more, I was certain I would become hypertensive.Although these thoughts were strong, it still didn't stop me from worrying about her.The ominous feeling had still not

Giancarlo.I had no idea where and how I had managed to find a tent so comfortable and fulfilling that I had laid my head to sleep so peacefully. My troubles of the past days had disappeared and weren't as prominent as they were and my heart was free to lighten up with the hope of loving on and still despite all odds.My head was now cool enough and I was able to think properly, all dark thoughts running out of my mind and leaving the space conducive for uplighting thoughts.It was morning already, I observed, making use of my positive brain that was no more weak and troubled.I could tell because of the blinding light that, although the tent was fully shielded, still managed to push inside and pierce into my eyes and into my head, opening a room in me for productivity and decision-making.I sat up from the small mattress that however small it was, still managed to make me feel comfortable and gave me a good night rest, allowing the aches in my body to disappear.Nothing seemed to hav

Giancarlo.Sophia's words still rang in my head, twirling around my brain even as I stood with the other contestants, feeling so foolish and out of place. Ten way we stood in an horizontal line was laughable. It looked like we were middle school kids who had to be placed on a lone to be put on order.But of course I didn't laugh—i couldn't. Things were already too sour with me to spend my energy to laugh out loud in the face of adversity.How could I laugh when Sophia had created a universe where I could never win against her? Sleeping with my grandpa and even coming to confirm with so much pride in her, was something that was enough to defeat my already defeated soul.It made everything weak about me that when I looked at the other contestants again, I felt a cloud envy and jealousy fill my vision.Especially with the sparks of love revolving around Elizabeth and Lorenzo and which looked so much like it would never fade.Anger almost hit me but I held myself back with the assurance

Giancarlo.My jaw dropped even lower and my eyes enlarged the more, getting rounder and rounder as I stared hard at her laid lifeless figure.She looked absolutely dead that she was fit to pass for a copse. Shivers ran down my spine as I thought of those worst scenarios, my chest bleeding from how bad could become with such a development.Was that really her? I wondered, my heart pounding fast together with the questions flowing deep inside of me. It was eating so deep inside of me, that I felt so down that I couldn't even cry.Crying seemed a great liberty in this situation as it involved life and death. It kept distorting my thoughts that the only way I could escape from those painful and tempting thought, was to believe that it wasn't real.The trees could have spurned themselves into and illusion or better still, I was running mad.My wonderment grew worse as I kept watching her to see if she would at least move her fingers to signify she was either real and my sweetheart or fake

Claire.What was I even going to tell him? I pondered hard, biting my finger nails nervously in thought, my heart racing galloping faster than a horse.Where could I ever begin from? My brooding grew more restless as I kept thinking and thinking, not coming to any certain conclusion.He didn't even know about Theodore and all what he had done, I was sure of it. Just as nice as I had always been, I had refused to tell him, so that a full-fledged war wouldn't begin just because of me.I had buried everything in my mind and scarcely thought about it, except the moment when the trauma was too unbearable to overlook and just wish away.And the more i gained control over that particular day, the more I didn't want to tell anyone, hoping that he wouldn't try it again and turn a new leaf.Never had I expected for him to return after Carlo must have gotten rid of him in that manner. Whatever manner it had been, I had no idea. All I knew was that when I woke up, he wasn't around again and ever