Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

This was ridiculous. What did she mean Mom was hiding something too? What could she possibly be hiding when she just called me and confirmed she suspected Pablo?No, I couldn’t believe her but it was Presley, one of the smartest women I’d ever met. I still remembered how she fished out Christian’s trick, and denying her now would be like last time, when I left her on the side of the road only to later find out she was right.With that thought, I quickly reached down for my phone. Once I got it, I placed it on loudspeaker since it had fallen where people stepped. It wasn’t dirty, but still.“I’ll send you an address, we can meet there,” I said as Presley didn’t hang up.“It’s best I pick a location. Your brother probably has eyes everywhere,” she replied, and she was right. So I agreed and asked her to send me the address before hanging up.“There’s been a change. We’re going here,” I told one of the guards, since I had first given them the address of my penthouse.“Yes ma’am,” he said

I remained still, my eyes glued to the TV as Pablo said Rodrigo was putting the children to sleep. Hearing that relieved me somehow, especially Parker’s squeals, which I guessed Rodrigo was making her laugh.“Sit. Now.” Pablo ordered, and remembering Presley’s advice, I sank into the couch, begging Mom in my head to leave the gun alone. “In a minute you'll see our mother make us proud,” he said, grinning.That made me wonder if he’d forced her to do this, but with what Presley told me and how Mom sounded on the phone, I was sure she was doing this on her own.“Why?”“Oh no, she’s acting on her own. I didn’t ask her to do that,” Pablo answered. The question was for Mom, but since he seemed in the mood to answer me, I decided to get some clarity.“Why me?”“Oh, I know where you've been. I know you met that lesbian detective. Do you know she has it hard for you?”“I’ll figure out a way, but I’ll give you everything. Just please, leave my daughter out of this.”“Your daughter is safe as l

There was no time to think or figure anything out. My mother was downstairs, probably hoping to kill someone, and I had to act fast. A woman who kills her own parents is a dangerous one to me.“You’re not coming up, Mama,” I said.“Oh baby, this is not how it works.”“Oh yes, it’s how it works. You’re going to go home, rest, and wait for me to meet you tomorrow so we can calmly talk.”“I am trying to protect you.”“I’m doing the same.”“But that’s not how motherhood works. See, I do the protecting, and right now—”“Right now it’s late, and you need to rest.” I cut her off, hoping on the small shred of what Nona told me—that she cared about me. I hoped it was enough to make her listen to me.“Baby…” she sighed. From her tone, I could tell it was working.“Please. I promise you, tomorrow we’ll talk, and if your reason is valid, I’ll let you do what you want.” I only said that to calm her.“Okay fine. Greet my granddaughter for me, okay? Take care.”“Goodnight to you too,” I said, and th

The truck didn’t stop. It was still in front of us, the way it went right and left showed the driver was also trying to stop it.I looked at my window and realized we had come in the wrong side of the road, we were at fault, or let me say. Pablo was at fault.Parker…I thought of my baby, now that Rodrigo was in her life it was obvious my evil sister would be in hers too, and with what she and Madeline made me go through, I couldn’t even imagine what they would do to my baby.So, without thinking of the consequences, I took control, jumping on the wheel and turning the car so we could bump into one of the city light poles instead.And it worked. Although it made me hit my forehead against the car and caused me a little headache, it still did and saved our lives.“Holy fuck.” Pablo was breathing heavily as all cars stopped. People jumped out and came to our car and the truck driver’s as he had also moved from the road and forced stopped, which probably made him hit himself against the

I remember when I was growing up, after being told I was a surrogate’s daughter, I always wondered who my mom was.If she was sweet, beautiful, you know, all those things. But I never thought she was a billionaire. Never imagined she was this. A skilled killer. Or a criminal, like Nona called her.I mean, sure, I thought she was just a broke woman since she did surrogacy. Most people who do that are desperate, broke ones. I thought maybe she was doing illegal things to survive, you know like drugs, but I never imagined she was this bad — especially killing her own parents.“Baby, I don't understand why we have to meet here,” she said as she pulled away, and I pulled a fake smile. Well, not entirely, as somehow, even with her being this, I was glad she was here. The hug felt motherly, and that I can't deny.“Yeah. Would you like a glass of water?” I asked, sitting down while she sat and folded her sleeves.“Oh no, I just came here to talk. Tell me, is she bothering you? I told you, bab