All Chapters of Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

WASHINGTON, D.C.M A R G A R E TI've been staring at the white envelope in the drawer for about an hour now. Still, no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t convince myself to let go of the secret. It was best this way.Shutting my drawer, I stood up and then walked to where the mirror was planted. Naturally, I stopped at my reflection: my little freckles, round green eyes. It was hard to miss the worry frown, so I forced a smile and tugged my short blonde hair behind my ear before I pasted the note just above the mirror.“Now he won’t miss that,” I said to myself. I was sharing a room with Anthony, and he liked to look in the mirror. Yep, he was so full of himself and handsome, and he knew it. Now each time he'll look at himself in the mirror, he will see it and be reminded.Happy with how the note sat, just enough to be in view but also not standing in the way or anything, I sighed and walked to the couch. I picked a thrower and wrapped it around me. It was a bit cold, I think, just

GEORGIA, ATLANTAV A L E R I AI had just finished taking a shower. There were no clothes, so I had to wear the bathrobe. Right now, I was back in the room, seated and having the food Paula had ordered. I didn’t even stop to think if it was safe. I was starving. I mean, looking at her, if she wanted me dead, she could have just shot me.“Okay, listen to me. I want him dead this weekend. Don’t go back on your word.” Paula was standing at the window, her back to me as she spoke on the phone. She wanted someone dead.I won’t lie, her whole presence scared me. The way those two men obeyed her, standing at the door like trained shadows, made my skin crawl. I wanted to ask if it was okay to call Christian, knowing he must be worried.“Let me worry about my daughter. I won’t have this conversation with you again. And yes, I have your friend.” She turned to face me, and I quickly looked away. “Come in ten and let this not repeat itself. If I hadn’t had my eye on her, my plan would have failed

**“He loves you.” Christian’s voice shook me out of the daze I’d fallen into. This just didn’t seem right to me. “And this place is safe. I checked everywhere. I’ll just turn the bed, and you’re good,” he added, making me stand to my feet as he came toward the bed, the intention to change its position clear.“You’ve always protected me,” I said, walking to the other side so I could give him enough space to move the bed around.“Just… doing my job,” he answered, his voice heavy, now pushing the bed.“This is more than doing your job. Really, thank you.” I meant that—but I had another intention behind the words.“I failed you earlier. If she hadn’t located you, I don’t even know what could have happened. Do you know how crazy Rodrigo went looking for you?”“Yeah, I’m his fiancée.” I meant it as a joke, laughing a little, but he didn’t seem to find it funny.“Seriously, I think the years you guys were apart made him realise what he had lost.”“Oh no, please don’t tell me you think—”“He

Rodrigo was everything I imagined–no, even better. Last time this happened, he was a bit intoxicated, and it really was just rushed. Although I still remember it being the best night of my life, seven years kind of erased that. Carlos helped me forget, but now, after last night, I don’t think I ever will.My legs up on his shoulders, my toes in his mouth, God, he was an animal. And apparently, I was so into that because I came like three times before he did. I even squirted, and I have never squirted with a man before. It only happens when I’m playing with myself, but apparently Rodrigo knew that specific spot.Not that Carlos wasn’t good, he was amazing. He knew how to treat me, but it annoyed me how gentle he always was, how he’d ask every now and then if I was okay, like I was a virgin.Theo was good too, even better than Carlos, but I believe you have to have some feelings for a person to have good sex. That’s why I could tolerate Carlos. But Rodrigo… God, I’m not sure if it’s bec

R O D R I G OI don’t know if women get even more beautiful when they’re married, but I can for sure say this about my wife. Hair down on her shoulders, cherry lips, a little smile on, a thin necklace that looked like it was made for her.I don’t know if it’s because, when we were married years ago, she never really wore professional clothes like this. Back then, she was a stay-at-home wife, always in casual clothes, taking care of Anthony. But now, the little white shirt under her official look made her breathtaking—actually intimidating.If I was to go with my mind right now, I’d just run out. But no, I was a man. I could do this. Rejection was the least of my worries. Still, my goodness, after last night, I don’t think it’s possible to stay away from her. I will absolutely lose my mind if she rejects me now.“Mr. Roberts.”Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Quickly, I cleared my throat and started explaining what was about to happen.“I thought you gave me a ring already,” sh