Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

A few minutes had passed. Derek was a little calmer now. I had asked the secretary to bring him some water, and he seemed better. He apologized again, and I just shook my head gently.“You don't have to apologize, Derek. I understand.”“I know, it's just that I really don't want this divorce, you know…” He sniffed, and I nodded slowly. “I still love my wife. But the things she’s done, the cheating, disrespect, I can't go back to that. You know when you've tried your best to make something work and finally realize it can’t?”I nodded again. I understood. I’ve been doing this for years. I’ve heard it all. But it was usually women in this chair, crying, asking for divorce, saying they had tried everything and had finally given up. A man saying it like this felt new. And honestly, touching.Yes, I’d handled divorces filed by men before, but it was usually about them cheating, wanting freedom, looking for loopholes. Derek wasn’t like that. He seemed to mean every word.“I’m sorry, I’m just

I moved back and searched for the document that had her profile. “Mrs. Roberts,” I said, glancing down at it. It said she was a businesswoman who owned a jewelry store. I almost laughed. There was no way she could work.“No, don't even think about it.”“Excuse me?”“Oh, don't act like you don't know. I know you're Valeria.”“I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you have the wrong person.”“Wrong person? Haha.” She laughed, and I kept my composure. “Did you hear that? She says I have the wrong person.” She turned to my secretary, who gave her a confused look.“Mrs. Roberts, would you like to sit?” my secretary asked, watching her like some kind of psycho. That clearly pissed her off because she snapped back.“This is Valeria. I know her.”“Ma'am, would you like me to call security?” the secretary turned to me. She obviously didn't believe her. And as much as I wanted to watch security drag my crazy sister out of here—and by security, I mean the two guys Christian insisted stay on me—I still hadn’

I took a moment to take everything in before telling Presley I was ready. I didn't want to waste a second. Sure, I was scared and didn’t know what I’d say to her… but I believed everything would fall into place when I saw her. Right now, I just needed that motherly hug—the one I never got.“I arranged this meetup. I insist I pay,” I said, pushing Presley's money back.“I thought so too, but you're so gorgeous, and I've never been on a date with such a pretty lady. So allow me.” She pushed her money back, and I sighed, then called for a waitress. As soon as she got there, I quickly handed her the money from my purse, payment, and a fair tip.“Damn, and you're smart too,” she muttered, watching how fast I worked.“If you're a lawyer, you'd understand,” I said as I stood up. She stood too, and then her phone rang. She told me she’d take the call outside. I asked for a bottle of water and told her to go ahead—I’d meet her out front.Presley left, and I sat back down, my knees too weak to

There was no Christian. Presley wanted to continue seeing me. She wanted to sleep with me. Of course, she created such a narrative. She thinks I'm stupid.I chuckled to myself as Presley looked at me, probably thinking I believed her."So?" she asked as I turned to her."You know, being a lawyer, you have to learn to read people," I said, and she nodded."And so is being a PI. Now I am going to work on your friend and see why he's doing this.""No, you're not," I said, putting on my seatbelt."What?""Get out of my car.""I don't understand.""Listen." I turned and faced her. "I know Atlanta is full of straight women, but being this desperate will just jeopardize your career.""Okay…?" She laughed. "What's happening?""I know you want to keep seeing me, so you built this lie to get an excuse.""Ms. Sterling, I know you're pretty, and I won't lie, I would love to taste those lips, but my work comes first. I'm not lying to you. This woman—""Was my mother, and she's dead.""They used yo

R O D R I G O“Scotch?” I asked my son, who was perched on my office window like he didn’t have anywhere better to be. He shook his head, so I set the glass down on the desk beside him. “Well, in case you change your mind.”I walked back to my seat, loosening my tie as I took a sip from my own drink.“So…” I cleared my throat, “What do you want to talk about?”“Uh… music?” Anthony looked nervous. That was rare. He was usually confident—cocky even.“Oh. Alright then.” I finished off my drink and gave him my full attention. “Music?”“Yes, Dad. I want to show my song to a record label.”“Well, that’s a big step. Want me to make a few calls?”“Not again, we've talked about this.” He groaned, already annoyed.“And I say there’s nothing wrong with your dad making a few calls in your favor.”“No. I don’t want any favors. I want to do this because I’m good at it—not because my dad’s a billionaire or something.”That’s Anthony for you. He’s always tried to hide from the Robert name. Doesn’t ev