All Chapters of COMEBACK OF THE REJECTED WIFE. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ ANGELO ~I leaned forward, stretching to reach the drawer on the left side of my office desk. My fingers rummaged through the contents, searching for a specific file that I had hidden away.As I dug deeper, my hands unexpectedly brushed against a small, framed photograph. I pulled it out, and my gaze was instantly drawn to the radiant smile of Annika's face.The frame held a cherished memory, one that I had previously kept on my desk as a constant reminder.However, due to Lisa's persistent complaints, I had reluctantly removed it from its prominent spot. She had never been fond of the picture, and her nagging had finally worn me down.As I held the frame, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. It had been six long, arduous years since the disappearance of Annika. The passage of time seemed to stand still as I gazed at Annika's smiling face, memories flooding back like a tidal wave. It's been six years since she left me. Disappearing from the country with no trace, at first

~ ANNIKA ~I wasn't thinking I would meet him this fast, I was expecting the meeting to happen a week or even a month after I returned.But it happened this fast, It hadn't even been up to 48 hours since I arrived, and I had seen him.His presence in the audience stirred a mix of emotions within me, catching me off guard. I was so taken aback that I nearly stumbled over my words during the speech.However, my time abroad has taught me the art of composure, allowing me to maintain a neutral expression and hide my true feelings from the audience.This newfound self-control helped me power through the speech, but my mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with thoughts of him and the unexpected encounter.I stepped into the dressing room, still reeling from the adrenaline rush of finishing my speech. But my relief was short-lived, as I was met with an unwelcome surprise. Standing before me was the last person I wanted to see, Angelo Blackwood I couldn't fathom how he'd managed to gain access t

~ ANNIKA ~I seethe with rage, muttering curses under my breath as I stomped over to my car. I kicked the tire repeatedly, letting out all my pent-up anger. But before I could hurt myself, Jonathan rushed over, his face etched with concern. He gently grasped my shoulders, his voice a soothing whisper in my ear. "You need to calm down, Annika. Don't hurt yourself." He smoothed back my hair, his touch calming."Come on, he's not worth it," he repeated, his words slowly sinking in, helping to diffuse my anger.“I know he is not worth it, I just wish to strangle him alive,” I growled, imagining how pleasing I would feel, the thrill that would envelop me as I watched him struggle for breath under me.I might not kill him easily, that would be merciful for him, letting him feel the pain I went through six years ago was my plan for him.“Don't worry you will have enough time to do that,” Jonathan said, coaxingly.He had been like this constantly, having my back through every

~ ÃNGELO ~A mysterious restlessness stirred within me, an emotion I couldn't quite grasp. Normally, spending time with Lissa would soothe my soul, but lately, it hadn't been enough. A void seemed to have opened up, leaving me with a nagging sense of longing for something unknown, something just out of reach. This unfamiliar feeling unsettled me, like a whisper in the dark that I couldn't quite decipher.I stepped out for a walk, hoping to clear my head and escape the chaos of my thoughts. Being around Lissa right now felt overwhelming, and I craved some solitude to untangle my emotions. As I wandered through the streets, my mind drifted back to Annika and the unresolved tension between us. The anger and frustration from yesterday's events still lingered, refusing to dissipate.But there was still this sad feeling I had each time I remember how she was holding Jonathan's hand.The sad feeling was also accompanied by anger that was so fierce it startled me each time.I had

~ ANNIKA ~The moment I stepped into the office, myjaw almost dropped to the floor at the Beauty. It was enough to take my mind off that damned bastard and his slutty girlfriend.The first thing I noticed was the large, richbrown mahogany desk, perfectly polished to a warm sheen. The desk was paired with a comfortable, high-backed leather chair upholstered in a complementary earthy tone.To one side of the room was a plush couch, its cushions a soft, creamy white. They positioned the couch to take advantage of the stunning view through the wall-to-ceiling window, which stretched from floor to top and allowed natural light to flood the space.From there, I could see those walking below, something I was grateful for since it overlooked the car park.Throughout the room, vibrant green plants added a pop of colour and freshness, their pots a decorative complement to the peach hue of the wall.I could tell, undoubtedly, that the decorator put this all in the room. It was so breath