Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Wife: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

MaxVivienne and Julianna rush to me as Ellie and I walk into the lobby. Vivienne pauses when she sees Ellie. “Max, I didn’t know your wife was coming.” Vivienne says with a fake smile.I pick up Julianna and put my free arm around Ellie, “It’s been almost a month, besides the story already leaked.”Looking at Ellie, Vivienne says, “I’m sorry I have kept Max away from you. It just that, Julianna and I have needed him. He is our hero. Friday night we had nowhere to go and he came to the rescue.”Ellie smiles, “Max has a kind heart. I’m lucky he chose me as his wife.” Her voice is the over-the-top voice. Ellie looks from Vivienne to Julianna, “Hello, you must be Julianna. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Ellie pulls out a small bag, “Max and I brought you a present.”“Mommy says the reason she and Max aren’t together is because of you,” Julianna says.I look at Vivienne, “What are you telling your daughter? Ellie isn’t some villain.”Ellie touches my shoulder, “Max, it’s okay.” Looking at J

I go back to the accounting office. I sit at my desk for a bit, then meander around looking for something to do. Andrew returns looking angry. I try to make myself look busy hoping to ignore him. An hour before the day ends Andrew leaves and I exhale a sigh of relief.Walking around the office again, I overhear a conversation between Becca and another female accountant. “I can’t believe the CEE was here today.” The accountant, Vicky, says. “He never comes here. I have only seen him twice, and I’ve worked here for five years. Both times were walking into the building, he has never come to accounting.”“He’s so handsome,” Becca says.I smile, my husband is handsome. “You don’t want anything to do with him. Rumor mill says he is married, but he cheats on his wife constantly. She’s so humiliated, she never leaves their house.” Vicky replies.I leave the house. And yes, Max wasn’t invested at the beginning, but he is now. Annoyed, I tell them, “Wasn’t he off a week last month to celebrate

Last night, Max tossed and turned, I could tell he struggled to sleep. I know he is nervous about today. After getting checked in and changing, I hold Max’s hand while we wait. Max stares at me for a moment, then says, “Not right away, but in another year or two, please give me a child. Just one is fine. I think this is something I need. We can use surrogacy and I can get a nanny if you want.”I turn to fully face him, “I’m not taking care of my father now. Give me a year or two and I will give you as many as my body will allow.”Max lets out a shaky breath, “Thank you.” I could swear there are tears in his eyes when he looked away.The surgeon, doctor, and anesthesiologist all speak to us before taking Max back. Before pulling him away, they give Max some medicine through his IV. I kiss his forehead as they ready the bed to wheel away. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” I tell him squeezing his hand one last time.As they leave I hear him tell the porter, “Make sure to tell the doctor

MaxAfter my talk with Ellie last week, I hired someone to investigate her mother. Just as I feared the Ellie’s father wrote a letter to get Candice out of jail. On Friday after taking Ellie to work, I go by to see her dad. I told her it was for my appointment, but really it’s so I can speak with him alone.I go alone, but plan to record the conversation incase he says something incriminating. Walking in I find him watching TV. “Max, does this mean Ellie is done with her little tantrum.”“Candice is working. Did she tell you?”“I know she’s working.” Ellie’s father states. I can hear the anger in his voice.“Though I find it strange that the money she is making is all going towards Ronald’s bail. Does she not owe you back child support for the years she neglected your family?” I asked crossing my arms.“What do you know?” He spats with venom.“I know a great deal more than you want me to know.” I tell him. “You willing risk your relationship with your daughter for a woman that threw y

Max was more affectionate that night than I have ever seen him. He kissed me, bathed me, held me, caressed me, yet never initiated sex. Everything he did was out of love. That night, while we laid in bed, his arm firmly around me while I pressed against him, I asked, “Max, why do you love me?”Max opens one eye, a crooked smile on his lips, “So nosey,” he teased. His voice becomes serious, “I was at my lowest when we met. I was angry, full of regret and disgust. I wanted to drown myself in sorrows. I didn’t want to fight for myself anymore. I didn’t want to be happy. Then you came like an angel sent from heaven. You saw the scares, the rawest parts of me and you didn’t abandon me. You were gentle. It was almost as if you were nursing my soul back to health. I hated you for it. You were healing me while I wanted to be broken.” Max pauses for a moment, “Then you gave up on me. It felt like a punch to the gut. I couldn’t function without you. I came to the realization that I didn’t want