All Chapters of Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The two men were just staring at each other; I could feel the tension building, and I knew if I didn't do something, they might end up touching each other, so I asked Carlos to go since I wanted to face Theo and hopefully instill in his head that we were never ever getting together.“Oh, you want me to leave?” Carlos surprised me with the question, as his intention for coming to the door was to leave.“No, I mean—”“It's okay, love; I will take it from here.” Theo cut me off, which made me turn to him, shocked at his confidence. “You heard the lady, leave.”“No, you know what, I’m staying.”“Carlos—”“No, Valentina, I want to see what you'll do with both of us here,” Carlos said, removing his coat as he walked back to the living room. Theo, instead of turning back and leaving, also followed him in, which made me scoff.No, I couldn't deal with all of this now, two men? One of them was even a mistake; I didn't even know him that well.After taking a deep breath, I followed them, and th

This was messed up, like really messed up. What am I supposed to do now? Because–“The guards, they will help me get rid of Theo,” I whispered to myself before I walked to the door, and outside I called for the guards.“Ms. Sterling, we've been calling. Is everything okay in there?” Two of the guards who were responsible for my safety asked.“I want to see the gatekeeper; I want to know why he let the two men come in without consulting me first.“Ms., I’m so sorry for that, but they both offered me money, and you know the economy—”“You're fired.” I didn't wait to hear more, and he was going to beg when one of the guards asked him to leave my face.“Sorry for the inconvenience. What do you want us to do now?”“How many of you are on duty tonight?”“Nine.” He answered – they were twenty-five in total.“Great, I want the British man gone.”“Mr. Hilton?”“Yes, him. I want him gone.”“The other one, Mr. Roberts?”“You know him?”“Yes, ma'am.”“Well, he can stay the night; now get to work.

I don't know what the British man has been saying for the past few minutes, as my focus was on my juice. The phone was on the table, and when I was done, I asked him to repeat himself.“What? So you didn't hear anything that I just said?”“I didn't; I was busy.”“But you accepted my call?”“Yes?”“Alright, fine, we need to talk.”“Theo, there's nothing to talk about.”“We are both lawyers, both smart, we both have children of the same age, and we are single; we will make a great couple.”“And I told you I don’t share the feelings.”“I'm giving a hundred percent.”“A relationship doesn't work like that.”“I know, but I also know that you will meet me halfway.”“You know what, fine, we can talk tomorrow at a restaurant of my choice. I am busy today.” I had to get packing and not forget to talk to my daughter.“That’s fine with me; I’m the boss. I can get a vacation anytime I want.” He laughed, which wasn't funny, honestly. “I bought an apartment here; I will send you the address in case

And to think, for a while, I thought he was better than Rodrigo. Carlos and I were in a relationship, and if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want more children while I did, we might have remained together. But now all I could think of was how fortunate I was to have dodged a bullet. "Someone here?" A voice caused me to quickly dry my eyes. Then she walked in; it was one of the lawyers. I believe she dealt with taxes or something. "Oh, I thought I heard someone. Ms. Sterling," she remarked."Hi." We hadn't spoken before, so I had no idea why she was suddenly speaking to me.She approached the mirror, and I moved aside to allow her space. "I heard what happened.”"Excuse me?"“Mr. Carlos emailed everyone. He said he had to let you go because you were messing with a client.""Oh." I did not expect him to make such an announcement."Yes, it is bad. Everyone is talking.""At least they have something to talk about," I remarked, throwing away the tissue I'd used to wipe my tears."Do

“Oh no, honey, don’t touch that,” I softly told my daughter, but of course, she didn’t listen. “Parker!” I warned again.“Sorry, Mama, I’ll leave it now,” she apologized as I dragged her away. Yes, literally. I know it sounds rough, but if you are a mother then you understand.Honestly, part of the reason I chose homeschooling for her was because of her constant need to touch things. She never keeps her hands to herself.“How long do we have to wait, Mommy? I’m hungry.”“Soon, baby, just…” I trailed off as my phone started ringing. Finally, it was the driver Christian had sent. “Come on, they’re here,” I said, picking her up with one hand while holding the phone with the other.We’d just arrived in Atlanta, and while I tried to keep a straight face, the truth was I was scared. No, terrified.The last time I was here wasn’t exactly pleasant. All the things my own family put me through. Sure, it had been years, but stepping back onto this ground brought every single memory rushing back.