All Chapters of Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

It took a lot of courage for me to finally get the door. I kept telling myself this was simple, nothing to panic about. I just needed Rodrigo’s signature and then we’d be cool. How hard could that be, Val? Really, how hard?I finally gathered enough courage and walked over to open the door.“Hi there,” Rodrigo greeted with a small smile. I forced one back even though my chest was tight.“So… do you want me to come in?” he asked, looking a little confused, probably because I was staring at him longer than I should have.“Yeah, totally. I just—please, come in.” I stepped aside, and he gave me a concerned look before walking in.“Rodrigo.”“Pablo.”The two men greeted each other, their handshake firm but their eyes saying more than words. They began a casual chat, while I stood still, silently trying to bring myself together.No. I wasn’t about to delay this any longer. Why would Rodrigo refuse to sign now, especially when our co-parenting had finally been going well? This had to work.“

All my life I thought the woman who birthed me never cared about me.I mean, that’s what Madeline told me. How she just pushed me out, threw me into the nanny’s arms, took the check, and never looked back.I thought that was the story.That that was my story.But now, seeing all the articles from when I was a baby until the moment I became Rodrigo’s wife, I realized it was quite the opposite.She actually cared.“I have always watched you from the shadows,” she said, her voice a little cracked.I could feel my own tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, so I cleared my throat and turned to look somewhere else.“This looks beautiful,” I commented, staring at the heart shaped pillows.“I thought you’d love them.”She came closer, and I sat down on the edge of the bed. She sat too. She looked so sorry, and now, even if I wanted to bring up the marriage situation, I couldn’t. It would have been selfish of me.My eyes roamed the room, taking in the decor, even though I was too grown for

Alright, you've got this. You’ve won many complicated cases, and blackmail doesn't work on you. You're too smart for it.“When you said you have a team, what does that exactly mean?” I asked, walking to the drink cabinet where I saw a bottle of wine.I know I’m not supposed to drink. It will complicate my pregnancy since I already have a condition, but this was just too much.My complicated situation with Rodrigo, Carlos, and now my own brother. I know I resisted earlier, but this triggered it.Without even bothering to use a glass, I sipped from the bottle and asked, “What team?”“Okay, I know you still remember the time I had a gun pointed at you. You have to. It wasn’t long ago.”“Yeah, you were hurt.”“Well, that was just the act I sold you. I wasn’t hurt at all. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I didn’t pull that off alone…” She confessed, “I have a whole team behind me, and right now they are trying to create conversations between you and my husband, well, soon to be ex-husb

Pablo's words rang in my head, each time louder than the last.I wish I could say I didn’t know what this meant, that it was just my imagination, but when I woke up today, after having that conversation with Mom, I was sure he was up to something.I just didn't know what. The way Mom sounded made it clear she hadn’t forgotten what happened last night.The way she kept repeating that she only adopted Pablo because of the way Nona and she had turned out, sure, she didn’t say it clearly, but I read her tone and suspected something.“Pablo, what’s this?”“You will know exactly what this is,” he said, taking his phone from my hands as I calmed a little. “She is safe as long as you do what I tell you.”“Why?” I asked, my voice low. “Why are you doing this?”“Because you refused to listen. See, if you had just disappeared like before, none of this could have happened.”“I don’t understand.”“Oh yeah, I’m also the cause of your first disappearance. I had a little help, but it worked…” He made

The thought of Pablo’s face when he hears this made me grin as I sipped on my martini and let out a satisfied sound.“Now this is a good martini.” I said, placing the glass down before turning to Christian, who was still gulping his drink. “Pablo Evans, does that name ring a bell?”“Yeah, he’s the one going out with Millie. Now listen, Valeria, you know I would do anything for you—literally kill. You’re like a sister to me. I understand you.”“Then don’t question me.”“I’ve been doing this all my life. I know how difficult it is to come back from this, being the reason someone stops breathing. Trust me, you don’t want to do this.”“I didn’t say anything about killing her. I mean, unless it gets to that.”“I’m just saying, because you know that’s my job, making people disappear, so I assumed since you came to me—”“Trust me, I don’t want her dead. At least not yet.” Oh God, I was really considering killing someone. “Pablo is my mother’s adopted son.”“Evans?”“Yes, and I don’t know wha