All Chapters of Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Quickly, before more tears fell down my cheeks, I wiped my eyes and cleared my voice.“It's okay, baby. I’m here; you can cry,” Mom said, her hand now gently rubbing on top of the fabric where my leg was. “You're still young; you can have more babies,” she said, her voice unbelievably sweet.“No, Mom. I’m fine, but Aunt Reese is not,” I said, standing up from the bed. “I’m not going to take a lot of things,” I said, walking to the wardrobe.“What are you doing, baby? You still can’t get out of bed.”“I’m feeling fine, and I know you came with the jet, so we are good.” I searched through the cupboards for only something I knew the house in Atlanta didn’t have, and I was ready within a minute. Mom stood there, frozen. She certainly didn't expect me to behave like this.“Please sit.”“Mom, I swear I’m fine.”“Mr Carlos!” she called out, and he happened to be at the door as he walked in, asking if everything was okay.“What's going on?” He asked, looking at me as I had a bag in my hands.

I've never been insulted in my life like this, not by any of my clients who basically are bigger than him. Like, I did need his endorsement, but I’ll never trade my soul for that, plus I'm a lawyer, I’m very smart, I know how things like this go, and I've had many clients with such a case. They say it's a one-time thing, but really it's not; before you know it, they have your sex tape and are blackmailing you on the regular. “I promise I'll make it worth it.” He added and tried to reach for my hand, but I shook it off. “Excuse me.” I said, turned away and left, ignoring him as he asked me to stop. I didn’t want to make a scene, but if I didn’t leave here any moment now, I would have no choice but to slap him so hard that his old teeth would fall out. “Hold on, you can’t just walk away from me.” He followed behind me, and I quickened my steps, not wanting him to catch up to me. I looked in the distance, and Rodrigo seemed to have moved from the tent, giving me his back, but I c

I suppose, it doesn’t make me a criminal but an accomplice.Oh dear heavens, why did Christian go through with this? I’m his sister, didn’t he claim to want to protect me? How was he going to do that, as he had just broken Maggie’s heart? And as long as she’s in pain, I am too. Maggie has become like a daughter to me; I see myself in her, and, really, right now, I just can’t bear it.In fact, I don’t think I would ever speak to Christian after this.I turned to the window and used a thumb to wipe a tear as Rodrigo drove in the silent afternoon. We were just twenty kilometres from Atlanta, so immediately after that call I decided to leave, and Rodrigo, of course, came with me, being he was my husband.“Everything is going to be fine.” He said, placing his hand on mine, and I cleared my voice before asking if he had informed Anthony. He might be an ass, but Maggie loved him and needed him at the moment. She didn’t ask me to call him, but I was acting based on experience. “He took a flig

N I K I T APeople have called me a witch many times because I was mean to them, some because I simply broke their marriage or hired people to hit them. Yes, I was a witch; I never denied that, but what they didn’t know is that I wasn’t just a witch because of those things. I was a real witch.On full moons, I’m outside naked at midnight, dusting my crystals. I’m the one who takes bubble baths in blood. I’m a real witch.I made a mistake a year ago, but it seems I was given a second chance. My Robert was returned, and I wasn’t going to lose him this time, not to anyone, especially that weak girl.I didn’t realise my mother-in-law was standing in front of me and looking completely shocked. Anthony had shown me that Valeria meant more to him than his birth mother, and if it wasn’t for that, I would have grabbed the knife that was just a few feet from me and slit her throat right there, right at that moment, but I loved Anthony too much to watch him mourn her death — that’s why I ran out

I’m literally sweating standing here, watching Maggie as she went through what seemed to be pieces Presley had given her. My forehead, palms—shit, if she wasn’t glued to that, she would have noticed. Presley might have noticed, but she was completely zoned out, her eyes fixed on me like she couldn’t look away. Her crush on me saved me, honestly. But for how long? “So… what did they find so far?” I asked, clearing my throat as I walked to the bed where Maggie was now seated. I took one of the photos that showed a man dressed in black holding a box. He was smart about cameras, hiding his face, but if Presley took a hint from this, that meant there was something there. “It’s still under investigation, but it seems someone other than hotel staff was there that night,” Presley said, breaking out of her state as I stared hard at the photo, trying to recognise the person. It wasn’t Christian, I could recognise Christian in the dark. Then who the hell was this man? “I told you, Aunt. I kne