Semua Bab SCORNED EX-WIFE: She Strikes Back!: Bab 51 - Bab 60

51.Samantha’s eyes fluttered open the next morning, and she sat up with a yawn. She stretched and turned to see that Aiden was still fast asleep. She stared at him, subconsciously smiling to herself as she watched him breathe evenly. He used to be the first to wake up, but he was fast asleep as if he hadn’t slept in days. She figured it could be due to the stress he had gone through as a result of this car show.‘What a perfect man.’ she wondered.Her eyes went to his lips, and she recalled what happened the previous day. She had almost wondered what it would feel like to have those lips…“Samantha,” she muttered to herself and facepalmed, feeling so embarrassed with how dirty minded she didn’t realize she was. Her gaze further went to his long eyelashe and the way it fell gracefully, and she couldn’t stop herself from admiring them.This was the second time she was getting a close look at him. Aiden was indeed a fine man in and out. She bit her lower lip as the little girl within h

53.“I told you it would be worth it,” he smiled, and Samantha beamed like a little kid as she looked around.“I feel like a kid,” she chuckled softly, taking in the view of the river and how the sun sparkled on the water. There was something about it that made her feel happy and at ease. Aiden chuckled and took her hand, leading her to a bench overlooking the river.“Sit down, wifey,” he said, smiling at her. “I want to tell you a story.”Samantha sat down, intrigued. “What kind of story?” she asked, looking up at him.Aiden sat down beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders and he was glad she didn’t seem to mind it. “A story about Detroit,” he said. “About its history, its people, and its heart.”Samantha leaned into him subconsciously, feeling comfortable and safe in his presence. “I'd love to hear it,” she said, smiling up at him.Aiden began to speak, his voice low and soothing. He told her about the city's struggles and triumphs, its music and art, its food and culture.

55.DETROIT THE RUSSELL FAMILY MANSIONDarcel arrived home and took a deep breath before turning the doorknob and opening the door. She walked into the spacious living room only to be greeted by the angry faces of her father and the rest of the family. She had been avoiding this and had stayed in a hotel, but she knew she couldn’t hide forever and had to come face her family.“Welcome back, sister.” Shawn, her little brother, smiled and was about to walk up to her but was stopped by her stepmother.“How dare you smile at her after the shame she has brought on herself and the family?” she snapped, glaring daggers at Darcel.Russell, her father, walked to where she stood, the expression of his face unreadable, causing Darcel to wonder if he was mad at her or not.He stopped in front of her, and she looked up at him. “Dad, I—” she didn’t get to complete her statement as his hands connected with her cheeks, giving her a hard slap that sent her to the floor.Darcel placed her palm on her

57.While Aiden was still with Samantha, his phone rang, and he slid it out of his pants pocket. Mia’s name flashed on the screen, and he quickly answered, placing the phone on his ear.“Mia, what’s up?” he asked but what he got was crying from the other end. He raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on? Why are you crying?” he asked.Samantha looked up from her food. She watched Aiden and could see that his expression wasn’t a good one.“Hold on, baby, I’ll be right there!” he exclaimed and Samantha didn’t know why she felt hurt hearing him call Mia “baby.” She knew it could be his pet name for her since she was his cousin, but one thing she knew was that Mia didn’t see him the same way. She wanted him, and it was suddenly starting to bother her.She closed the food and took a glass of water.“I need to go to the house, Sam. Mia isn’t feeling too good.” he said to her.She stood to her feet. “I’ll come with you.” Aiden shook his head. “You need to stay here and rest. You don’t have to.”“

59.“Agatha, can you even hear yourself speak? Darcel is your daughter as well, and you are happy she's leaving?” he asked, his expression stern.Agatha scoffed, feeling unremorseful for what was happening. “Darcel is not my daughter. She is my stepdaughter.”Russel scoffed. “That doesn't stop you from showing her love and affection.”Agatha's expression turned icy. “Love and affection? You want me to show love and affection to someone who has been a constant thorn in my side? Someone who has always tried to undermine me and take what's mine?”Russell's face fell, his eyes filled with disappointment. “That's not true, Agatha. Darcel has always tried to please you, to make you proud. But you've never given her a chance.”Agatha snorted. “Oh, Please. Darcel has always been a selfish, spoiled brat. She's never cared about anyone but herself.”Russell shook his head. “You're wrong, Agatha. Darcel has always put others before herself. She's been a good daughter, a good sister to your son.