Semua Bab THE EX - WIFE'S RECKONING : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Rumours spread like wildfire, burning wild without gas, that the baby didn't have any of Ethan’s dominant physical features. Not the nose, not even the eyes. In fact, the baby looked exactly like Ethan’s parents. That was a good landing spot to kill the fake news virus that passed a foul smell into the air.Now, anyone caught spreading such propaganda was either fined or sent to a compulsory two months jail time without bail conditions. Sooner than the news spread, it died.Now the mess had been cleared off air. Natasha had been sober for days, refusing to turn up for the maternity reception party that the DV House had organised in high stakes for her. Courtesy of her influential husband-to-be, multi-billionaire Ethan.She had insisted on staying off functions and working with claims to have been heartbroken on taking in the terrible news. The worst was that Ethan was gradually melting for the narrative. Naomi, on the other side of the divide, had been anticipating like she wasn't. D

The deadline came crashing in. Tension built its tent around the fashion house such that everyone jumped into a constant panic convoy. The once lively building went hours with a loud stretch of silence, except for the throttling of types of machinery, spinning rickety sound of wheels, and humping blare of weaving and sewing machines as well.Everyone had a role to play, except Natasha who took off with a valid excuse that his baby needed medical care.All hands were on deck, the CEO as well. He was heavily invested in talking to people at the top to hold things down just in case their last and only option did not deliver the work as expected. Naomi had taken it upon herself to lead the whole team. She suggested that the clothing materials were not too abstract from each other, meaning they could be replicated, and a few materials from the original clothing that was handed to the DV House could be picked and stitched to the new materials which they had made.There's barely 15 hours l

“Tracey!”Jay called out while the trio were having a hearty conversation.Tracey looked through her shoulders and met Jay Cobbs standing rigid, his features fitted at each end of the door post, his abs spread firmly inside his black suit and pants, which now assumed his build shape.“Will you stare like a lost sheep all day or get dressed and join the convoy.” She spat, snapping Naomi out of her lost thoughts, perhaps admiration for someone who once wanted a date with her. Now, it's all history, he's a total stranger. Naomi flinched; just about when she was about to turn to make her first step, her knees jerked, and she found herself falling hard against the floor.“You better be there to witness your end!” He sent a cold voice again, this time raw and emotionless as ice; before he could drop his last words, he strode down the hallway.In less than ten minutes, Naomi came running like a woman who lost her child.The car honk kept calling. On approaching the convoy of steaming luxuri

“What? Resigned? Does she have such powers now? Why would she be such an ungrateful pig? And why now that we need her services…..” She blinked twice to ward attention away from her last few words, and shot a forced cough, hitting her chest several times. That made Jay jump into action, from his seat to hold her by the arm, helping her take a few steps backwards to sit on the couch by the side of his office door.“Are you okay, Tasha?” Jay asked in concern. No other person dares shorten Natasha’s name. Only Jay Cobbs had the privilege to do that. But not when Ethan was around.“Yes. I'm fine.” Her voice sounded hurt.“What do we do now, Jay?” “Have you forgotten that you're in charge? Tasha?” Jay's eyebrows raised.Natasha’s eyes dilated, and soon her ego kicked in. “Of course, no one does it better than me.” “Then do what you're good at and leave that nasty girl out of the discussion top charts.” Jay's eyes read something unfamiliar, something in between mockery, disgust, cheering,

A graveyard could be said to be extremely lively when compared to the state of the DV'S FASHION HOUSE and its environs. No life. Not even chirping birds flying past the building. Every worker jumped into panic, yet none of them could help the pandemic that was drawing nigh.The lights of the sewing hall were bright as day, yet the energy of the room was deemed as night. Everyone sat with just their smartphones, looking devastated and disappointed.Whispers began to brew from the hallway. Something that sounded like pleasantries. But this time, loud and bold, and the voices exchanging pleasantries had more life than what the building had been like in the past seven hours.Soon, footsteps approached the hallway. From what it sounded like, one could perceive boldness, and elegance walking near. No. It can't be Miss Natasha. A group of three began murmuring in argument, hoping their arguments were right. It just had to be someone other than that bag of dread who talks to humans like poult