Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

ELIOT’S POV“Will you still be meeting with the lawyer, Sir? He’s called again”I let the question hang in the air for a moment, John standing patiently. Waiting for me, for my thoughts, a decision. A decision that I very well knew that I had to make. That I should’ve have made or have already made, until last night that is.I was sure of what to do, what I wanted, I had a plan! A clean-cut plan to handle all of the unnecessary issues I had; Attend that gathering, inform mom about everything and then make Serena sign the papers the next morning.This morning. Today to be exact.But that didn’t happen. None of that happened, instead everything went sideways!Total nuts and… I only had myself to blame. Only myself.“Cancel the appointment,” I called out, sighing regretfully as I leaned back on my leather seat. A million and one thoughts running through my mind as John left. Firstly, was how early I had arrived at the office today despite barely getting any sleep last night. All because I

SERENA’S POVAfter the mood souring realization of May’s little schemes and an even distasteful encounter with Eliot just when I said I should come down for dinner. I retired to my bedroom, had enough of them already. Both of them.It almost seemed like they had planned to ruin my day for me. One intentionally leaving traces of her and her swollen belly everywhere she went in the house, and the other coming back home to rub salt on injury. “I should really block his number now,” I muttered, debating as I laid on my bed. “I already said I did, might as well just make it real. Not like he would care to confirm or anything. He probably has already gone to check on his May and baby.”His little family… shame May’s unintentional plans didn’t work. I mean, I was positive she had indeed dropped her stuff everywhere. But I was sure it was just meant to piss me off, not inform my mom and Celeste. That was definitely not part of her plans. If it were, she would’ve just come downstairs to meet th

ELIOT’S POV“Sir, she’s in the store now. We’re behind her”“Good, keep following her.” I texted back. My fingers fast, “I need every new update, everything.”Once I got that “Yes, Sir.” I instantly put my phone down. Eyes back on the projector screen, on the darked haired man currently speaking at the front. “The revenue streams are holding steady this quarter, although slightly lesser but digital ads dipped about seven percent last week. So-“Dipped?” I questioned, halting his words. “That’s a new word for bleeding, Mr. Gomez? If the startups are eating our share, then someone in this room isn’t doing their job. How can you call it a dip.”The room fell silent. Papers shuffling as a few adjusted on their seats, throats clearing. “I err…Sir,” He called, “I apologize, I will immediately get the inspection team on this.”“We’re also testing out AI-driven personalization for content feeds.” The tech lead on the far end of my left said, coming to Gomez aid. “The early models suggest we ca

ELIOT’S POV Who knew getting female bodyguards would be this stifling? One moment I point out I don't want excessive feedback and the next moment I receive zero feedbacks all together. Why? Because I had pointed out the excessiveness in the first place?? Should I have just gotten male bodyguards from the start? “See if you can get a replacement for the bodyguards, Elias. Males this time.” I muttered as we drove home. “Is something wrong with the females, Sir?” He asked, looking back at me from the rear-view mirror. “They started a few days ago so...” “Males are better for the job, are they not?” “They are, Sir.” He blinked, looking back at the road. After a moment, “But Sir, if you don’t want Madam to know about it… females are your best bet. They wouldn’t stand out as much.” Of course they wouldn’t. They probably disguised to follow her about, reason why they kept losing her all over the place. Starting from her very first day out with them! “They’re professionals, I assur

SERENA’S POV “I can take care of them, they’re mine after all” I mimicked as I slammed the door. Or at least tried to. Even with my nose all scrunched up, face squeezed in nothing but pure distaste, I still couldn’t sound like that douchebag. “So annoying,” Grumbling, I kicked off my slippers, jumping right on my bed. The sketch pads and markers I had left to go downstairs for mom’s package, protesting in response. “I can’t believe he will say that. Helping me. He was helping? H-how??” Right from those divorce papers down to the very moment that just happened downstairs, what part displayed him helping me? Is it the part when he wanted to use me as a cover for the Inner circle gathering? Or the part where he tried to kiss me for his ‘crazy fantasy’? Or even now that he was putting my name as the mother of his unborn child? His bastard?! “Oh God,” I muttered, a humorously crackle leaving my lips as I shook my head. Disappointed. “Eliot’s crazy. Delusional. The man is totally not thi