บททั้งหมดของ COMEBACK OF THE REJECTED WIFE.: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

~ANNIKA~"This wasn't part of the plan, Jonathan," I spoke into the receiver, my annoyance filtering through. "Not only did you let me work alone in the company while you took care of your pressing needs, but you're telling me I need to represent you in the meet and greet?" "I'm sorry, Annika," he apologized, his tone regretful. "I didn't know things would turn out this way, I swear." "Can't you take care of it after the meeting? It's not like your investors will die if you delay it for a day or two?" I plopped down on the couch in the living room, crossed my legs, and gazed over at my babies, who were engrossed in playing with their Legos. "I don't think it can wait, Annika." "But-” I tried to speak."Are you worried about the kids? Someone will be there in an hour to help you look after them while you're away." "You know that's not what I'm worried about, Jonathan. I don't want to freaking attend the meet and greet!" I was almost yelling now, my frustration boiling over.

~ ANNIKA ~To distract myself from Angelo's presence, I attempted to mingle with some of the workers, but it wasn't easy. With Astrid absent, I felt like a fish out of water, sipping my drink and trying not to appear awkward among unfamiliar faces. Social gatherings had never been my thing, and the piercing stares from strangers only made me more uncomfortable.Things took a turn for the worse when everyone stood up to exchange pleasantries. To avoid getting dragged into conversations I didn't want to have, I found myself drinking more wine than I should. It became my shield, a way to feign busyness and avoid small talk. By the time I'd met around twenty shareholders and been bombarded by overexcited fans of my work, I was exhausted. The constant smiling had taken its toll on my cheeks, and the polite appreciation for comments on my dress felt like a chore. After downing my sixth drink, I knew I'd had enough, it was time to leave.I stumbled out of the room and towards the restroom,

ANNIKA ~Hey lovely, it's your girl Fãvē,This chapter contains mature themes, strong language, and explicit content that may not be suitable for everyone. Please be aware that this is a work of fiction and does not reflect real-life events or individuals.Enjoy the rest of your reading experience!Love you! 😘 *************He carried me out of his study and towards his room, where he placed me on my bed.He delayed just for a minute as he removed his boxers until he was standing naked before me with his cock as hard as ever. Fuck, Annika. How the hell did you go through the five years without sex? Thinking of it now made i decided to change this. Staying celibate isn't for me. I will surely get a man who will fuck my brains out each night. Smirking when he noticed my gaze on his cock, he climbed on the bed and knelt in front of me. "You can touch it if you like." I knew I should have glared at him, and demanded he fuck me and get this over with, but the thoughts of having someth

~ ANGELO ~What in the World Have I Gotten Myself Into?Why was I acting so strangely? After that night with Annika, everything shifted for me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it felt like she'd taken a piece of me, leaving an empty void in my chest. Even sex with Lissa didn't hold the same appeal anymore. How else could I explain struggling to get hard for a solid ten minutes? I actually had to imagine Annika on her knees, legs spread for me, just to get my dick up. This had never happened before. I'd always prided myself on my virility, how effortlessly I could get "down and dirty" with anyone, anytime. But for the past two days, since returning from the business trip, I'd been wrestling with so much emotional stress that it was clearly taking a toll. Annika hadn't noticed at all. If she had, she would have certainly asked me about it, as she usually did."Angelo? I want this one!" Lissa's shrill voice pierced my thoughts, snapping me out of my reverie and forcing me

~ ANNIKA ~Groaning, I turned to face him, folding my arms with my eyebrows raised as I watched him approach.He didn't look to be in a hurry. With a swagger to his step and his hands in the pockets of the black jeans he was putting on, he looked as if he had all the time in the world.There was a lazy grin on his face, and a little glint in his eyes, one that reminded me so much of Powell. That was exactly the look he always had each time he wanted to do something he perceived I wouldn't appreciate."I knew it was you when I saw you from outside," Angelo said, more to himself than me. "There's no way I will ever mistake your hair. I-""What are you doing here?" I demanded, shaking my thoughts off the lane it was going towards because it was dangerous."What?" He tilted his head a little to the right, with a smug on his face."Last I checked, this is a supermarket, Annika, not a private property. I have as much right as you do to be here."He was right, and I had no response to that,