All Chapters of Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Okay, I should probably convince Miles to raise Russell’s salary—but not now. Right now, I had a son to advise. Without responding to Valentina’s message—because I knew that would only make her more anxious—I shoved my phone into my pocket and walked up to Anthony.“Anthony.”“I fucked up, Dad, I—”“You didn’t fuck up.”“What?”“As long as she’s still here, you didn’t fuck up. Next time you see her, tell her exactly how you feel and see what happens.”“Dad, I can’t do that. You know my friends... I can't. I’ll apologize, but I’m not going out with her. She’s not in my league.”“Well…” I sighed. “I guess I’m not good at this dad stuff.” I gave up.“You’re terrible,” he muttered, but smiled. “Still… thanks. It feels good talking about it to someone.” He clapped me on the back before walking out.I exhaled and reached for my phone, rereading Valentina’s message.She really asked to meet for dinner. I mean, sure, I expected that—but part of me thought she’d try to be stubborn just to prov

With the way Carlos and I ended things, how he insulted me, I wasn’t even sure I could speak to him anymore. And honestly, I didn’t care if it was about my check — I wasn’t interested in that money. So I ended the call and took a sip of my wine.He called back, but he was wasting his time. I was about to block him when I heard a knock on the door. Alright, I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I wondered who it was. But I got up and went to the door. I almost closed it when I saw who it was — but he held it back.“Let me explain, please.”It was Christian. He looked regretful, and to be fair, he was just trying to protect me and I couldn’t lose him.“You really pissed me off, Christian,” I said, walking in. I felt him follow.“I know, and I’m sorry. But you have to understand, I was doing this for your own good.”“You also have to understand that I’ve got this. I want to find my mother, Christian, and it won’t happen if you keep standing in my way.” I reached for a bottle of wine and poured t

After mentally preparing myself to face Aaliyah, I instructed Tina to buy flowers and send them to Presley’s company as a thank you.If you’re wondering where I got the money from since I was broke and only had about two hundred thousand in the company business, well, I had cash. About fifty thousand.I always had backups, just in case. And as someone who grew up with money, I knew all the safe places to store it. And if I remember correctly, I bought about two hundred thousand in crypto six years ago, and I haven’t really paid attention to it, but I’m sure it multiplied.“The Governor comes in in an hour, and we have a new client after lunch. Oh, and Mr. Clarke is scheduled for next week.”“Derek?” I wasn’t surprised, but I thought he would call me first.“Yes, ma’am. If you want, I can postpone him.”“No, I’m just… Of course, we are not postponing him. Clients are what we want. The earlier we settle at least five cases, the better for us. Now, could you please give Mr. Roberts a cal

But I couldn't give in. I had to sell my new identity, and that's what I was going to do. So I flushed a smile and extended my hand for a handshake.“Mrs. Wilson,” I greeted, and she didn't take it. Instead, she placed her hands behind her back and eyed me internally.It seemed like everything stopped. Nothing moved. It was hard, but I managed to clear my voice and speak again.“I have gotten this reaction from at least three people since I got here.”“Excuse me?”“I'm not Valeria. I'm Valentina. And I didn't believe in look-alikes until I got here…” I chuckled, putting my hand away.“Wait, you really think I'm a fool?”“Mrs. Wilson, that's not my intention at all. I can show you my ID if it makes you believe me, because I am not her. I promise.” I insisted, even when I didn't need to. I knew she would be the difficult one to convince."Of course you could have changed that. I mean, who would use the same old ID when your whole identity changed?”“Um…” I chuckled, as there was nothing

The Evans was one of the top family businesses not only in Atlanta but in all of the United States.Not only did they primarily deal with telecommunications, but they also had several subsidiaries and investments in other ventures—and they were successful, even more successful than my father's real estate group.It was nearly impossible to meet Pablo. The only time I ever saw him was when he bought a publishing firm Millie worked for. Back then, Millie was my friend, so I attended to support her. But even then, I didn’t get a chance to speak to him.“But there's bad news,” Presley said, and I looked at her to show I was listening. “You have to be sent by the angels to even get his assistant to pick up your call.”“So what you’re saying is…?”“It’s impossible to meet him. Even his home address isn’t visible on his personal website. The whole world doesn’t know where he lives. And as for his family, only his dad has been seen. His mother, who is your mother, and other relatives are comp