All Chapters of Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I don't know where I was headed, but I was now in my car, on the road, stepping on the pedal.She can't go. I can't let her go. I love her; I do, and she deserves to experience the love she has been giving for years.“Drive, fuck!” I hit the horn as the fuck in front of me drove like a sick bastard.My phone was ringing. I knew who that was; it had to be Aaliyah or Madeline since Oscar didn't have the guts to face me, but I didn't give a shit. I needed to stop Valeria. I mean, there was no stopping her now, but I needed to get to her, to bring her back.I didn't realize I was driving to the airport until I was parking there. Shit, was I losing my mind?After parking the car, I removed the seatbelt and was going to get out when someone entered through the passenger seat. I was ready to pull out my gun until I saw it was Christian.“Boss—”“Don't boss me. Did you book my flight?” He shook his head with a sorry look, and I joined everything in my head. I held him by his shirt collar, and

Just as I stepped out of the car, my daughter came running, and I got on my knees to hug her.“Mommy, I missed you so much.”“I missed you too, my love; you know that, right?”“I know, but wait, these kisses won't spare you.” She said as we pulled away and I got on my feet, the nanny who was watching her got my bags from the bodyguard, and I asked her to go on as my daughter had other plans for me.“What is it, baby?” I asked while signaling with my fingers for the guards to go and be about their business.“You're five minutes late.”“Am I?” I looked at my wristwatch as she also looked at hers.“Yes, Mommy, which means you're taking me for ice cream tomorrow.”“Baby, but you know tomorrow is Saturday; you only have ice cream on Thursday.”“A deal is a deal, Mommy; you're a lawyer, you should know that. Now come on, give me your phone.”“What?”“People like to call you while you're spending time with me; let Fiona sort that out tonight because we are so going to be busy today.” She sou

GEORGIA, ATLANTAR O D R I G OSometimes we make choices that we think are right but will live to regret for the rest of our lives.Take me, for example. I made that one choice, thinking it was the right one, but here I am, not one, two, or even three, but six years later, and I'm still deeply in regret.Letting her go was a mistake.A mistake I don't wish for anyone to make.Here I am, thirty-seven years old. Yes, it's my birthday today. I am officially three years from retiring. I know it's early, but I spent all my youth building a successful hedge fund company. My grandfather started it, Dad expanded it, and I did the same.Not only do we manage wealth, but we also have a bank now exclusive to elite families. So technically, the company was doing more than well, just like we always planned. I retire at forty, and my son takes over, but now I wasn't seeing that happening.Not only was my son not interested in the company, but I also saw nothing to retire for.The plan was to spend

I literally couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing; I scrolled down, and the message made it clear. One of his people saw Valeria in Chicago; of course she had cut her hair to shoulder length and dyed it blonde, but I still recognized her.Valeria.My heart was pounding against my chest.See, after Aaliyah admitted to being pregnant with her ex-fiancé's baby and still wanting me to marry her, I told her I was bringing Valeria back, but she threatened that she would make sure not only to send her to jail for a crime she didn't commit but also to make it her mission to end her life.Now that time Anthony really wanted Aaliyah, she didn't want anything to do with Valeria, and so I was left with no choice but to accept; I thought it was for the best; Valeria would have a chance to restart her life, and I would try to build mine with Aaliyah.Well, you know how that turned out. I tried so hard to make it work with Aaliyah, but she was just never Valeria, and so finally, giving up, I ask

Gosh, Rodrigo was on his way here. I mean, did he know where I lived? Was he going to just show up at my house?“It’s his birthday today.” I said, hoping he maybe went to spend it with Aaliyah or something, “Maybe he went to celebrate with… her.” I hated talking about her the same way I hated talking about him.“Yes, it's his birthday, but you know he stopped celebrating it when you left.”“Oh,” I wasn't interested in hearing more, “Well, does he know my address?”“You were not hidden because of the new identity and because Rodrigo promised not to look for you, and besides, I thought he trusted me, that he would ask me to look for you instead of hiring someone.”“You think he knows?” I asked as he sounded a little in distress.“I honestly don't know, but he doesn't trust me. I told him you were nowhere to be found, and instead of taking my word for it, he hired someone.”“Wow. What… What should I do now? He can't find me.”“You did buy a law firm here, correct?”“Yes, Chris, but this