All Chapters of Married to my Ex-Fiance's Boss: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Claire.I had no idea how I managed to wake and find myself in the hospital awake, tubes connected to virtually all parts of my body and the very beeping sound that had been my giant fear, beeping loudly and in a promising non-stop fashion.It went deep into my brain and fogged it with myriad of pains that made seeing very tasking and difficult for me, sending chasms if pain from my eye to my brain.However, I still managed to keep my eyes open, staring around to check what was really going on and why I was strapped on the bed like a caged bird.I looked to my left fir answers as my right showed tubes and the beeping machine that wouldn’t just stop in its noise. Carlo was lovingly by my side, sitting dejectedly on the chair beside my bed his outlook rough and unkempt, seeming like he was going through a lot.The connecting tubes that were positioned all over my body did not even give me a chance to see him well nor speak to him, however much I wanted to speak with him and hear his mas

Giancarlo.Claire's insistence on an exchange of vows while she was in the hospital bed, came as a surprise to me. "What about witnesses," I had asked and she had replied gayly, eyes as bright as the stars, sparkling with much happiness. "We do not need too much witnesses. Just a priest, few of the hospital staff can stand as witnesses too,” her voice been bright too with the thought of marriage, warming my heart too and keeping me bound by love in the relationship."What of your parents and my grandpa?" I had gone on to ask, a bit sceptical that this might not be what she wanted not because I didn't want to marry her as much as she wanted but because I was just scared that she might regret choosing a small wedding to a bigger one and more prominent one."Haven't you learnt enough lesson?” She had howled angrily at me, eyes losing their cool and falling hard into fits of anger that I kinda missed during the two months she had been in a coma.“Did putting them through about our marria

Giancarlo.Claire's insistence on an exchange of vows while she was in the hospital bed, came as a surprise to me. "What about witnesses," I had asked and she had replied gayly, eyes as bright as the stars, sparkling with much happiness. "We do not need too much witnesses. Just a priest, few of the hospital staff can stand as witnesses too,” her voice been bright too with the thought of marriage, warming my heart too and keeping me bound by love in the relationship."What of your parents and my grandpa?" I had gone on to ask, a bit sceptical that this might not be what she wanted not because I didn't want to marry her as much as she wanted but because I was just scared that she might regret choosing a small wedding to a bigger one and more prominent one."Haven't you learnt enough lesson?” She had howled angrily at me, eyes losing their cool and falling hard into fits of anger that I kinda missed during the two months she had been in a coma.“Did putting them through about our marri

Claire."I don't know if it's the food you were fed in prison or the air your breathed in there that's putting ideas into your fish brain," I felt smoke dance out of my nostrils as I wondered how he could ever think like that.But seeing how close the girls were to him, I had to rethink adding another poisonous statement, and just stood there, trying not to overreact so as not to startle my children more or force him to harm them."I certainly don't understand why you could ever imagine such a ridiculous thing?" My hands flew to my waist to reduce the intensity of my irritation. “Oh! God! How had I gotten myself into such a mess,” I thought heavily, fear threatening to choke life out of my body.But he was still there, staring at me like a Christmas goat and I needed to say something, anything that would take his mind away from causing harm."Lying or trying to manipulate won't do us any good. The best by thing for you to do, is to turn away and head back to wherever you came from,"

Giancarlo.The trip was quite successful and one of the best that had happened in ages. What had made it that good, was lost to me as the business tycoons had easily signed the deal like it was something they had all dreamt to accept even before I had even explained much.There were no questions nor argument. Everything went just fine that I couldn't help but to beam with smiles right till the end of the successful meeting.I thought about my family—only family, and beamed the more, feeling like I was in paradise where there was to be no pain not sorrow.Bagging that contract was an answer to my long prayers, prayers of restoration after I found out that the company was closer to the grave than a one hundred years old man, disappointingly run dry, yet again, by my grandpa who couldn't cease to amaze me.I quickly shook the thought away and dwell on the now bright sides. There was going to be no more struggles, no more pains nor sorrows. My family and I were going to get as independen