All Chapters of Winning My Ex Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Edward’s povI looked around the table. At Gable, who was studying the table like it held the secrets of the universe. At Henshaw, who couldn’t meet my eyes. At the others, their faces were a mixture of discomfort and resolve. Carlson had gotten to them. He’d pre-sold this nonsense.“Is that what this is?” I asked, my voice dangerously quiet. “Is that why you called me in here? To propose we start treating our staff like potential felons?”“We’ve already discussed it, Edward,” Gable said, finally looking up. He sounded tired. “We think it’s a prudent measure. Given the circumstances.”“What circumstances?” I shot back. “The circumstance of a single disputed incident? This is a solution in search of a problem.”“The problem is a lack of accountability!” Carlson’s voice rose, losing its polished edge. “The problem is a culture where certain individuals believe they are above the rules! We are putting structures in place to correct that. The board agrees.”He swept his hand around the ta

Charlotte’s povI looked at the mountain of shopping bags in the middle of my room. Silks, cashmeres, fine wool, all of it feeling stupid and pointless now. The pregnancy check-up lie had been a Hail Mary, a desperate attempt to claw back some of Edward’s attention, to force him to see me as something other than an obstacle. And he’d brushed it off like a piece of lint on his suit jacket. ‘I’m busy.’The words still stung. He was always busy. Busy with her. Busy playing the hero for that… that cook.I angrily kicked a bag which didn't even go far.My choices were narrowing, closing down on me. I needed something that would save me. I needed something to help me get some semblance of peace. Then the phone rang, a private caller as Carlson’s name flashed off and on as though he could disappear before I answered.“Well?” I said with no pretense of a “hello” when I picked.“Done,” he replied and his voice was business-like. There was no hello, how are you? In the tone. I liked that, it

Edward’s povStill, he didn’t look at me. “The security of the company is the most important thing. We have to be seen as strong and together in this. Mr. Carlson’s way, although… intense maybe… It’s the easiest for us to get there.”I couldn’t understand it. It wasn’t him. Those weren’t his words, they were Carlson’s words; put into his mouth. Empty words that said nothing.“Oscar,” I said, my voice hardening. “Think about what you’re saying. Frank Mullens? The man who sold keyed access to the paparazzi? This is the guy you want in charge of our ‘security’? This is the ‘unified front’ you’re talking about?”He winced again and, for a moment, all that toughened resolve slipped from his face. But then he frowned and, just like that, it was all back. “The past is the past,” he muttered stubbornly. “People deserve second chances… And the screenings… they’re an unfortunate necessity…”I stood there, my mind blank. The betrayal was so much that I couldn’t even think. I looked at Oscar’s cl

Charlotte’s pov“Yes.”I scoffed, “You shouldn’t.”“Maybe.”“Definitely.”He sighed and came close to me. “But I do. I’m just going to warn you to stop before someone gets hurt. It might even be you.””I don’t need warnings.”“Yes, you do. You just won’t admit it.”“Why do you think you know me so well, huh? You think because you’ve watched me from the sidelines, you’ve figured me out? You haven’t.”“I’ve seen enough.”“No, you’ve seen what I wanted you to see.”That made him pause. And I smiled in a slow way.“Bryan… you don’t know me,” I said with a smile. “You’re just another player on the board.”“And who’s the king?”“Me.”“No,” he said flatly. “You’re the queen. And queens fall too.”My smile faltered just a fraction, but I recovered quickly. “Careful, Bryan. You almost sound threatening.”“I’m not threatening you.”“Good. Because I’d hate to see you try.”“I’m warning you.”“Again with the warnings. Warnings are boring.”“They’re necessary.”“Necessary for weak people. I’m not

Eloise’s povShe didn’t reply at once, but looked at Sandra and nudged her with an elbow. “Tell her.”Sandra clung to the tray, glancing in my direction before quickly looking away again. “Eloise…”“Tell me what?” I sighed.“Charlotte… She’s your new boss.”I blinked at her. The kitchen seemed to hum with silence. “What?”“That’s what Carlson said,” Sandra whispered, as if she’d rather melt into the wall.Of course. Carlson. Who else would pull this kind of move?“Oh don’t look so depressed Eloise,” Charlotte laughed. “Finally someone to make sure you’ve got all you need. Like a proper boss should. So that you won’t make that stupid mistake you made the last time and almost poisoned half the guests. I’d hate for that to happen again.”I could feel the heat start to build up from my neck. My jaw was so clenched it hurt.“You’re here to… to do what? Babysit me?”"Exactly!" Her smile turned wry. "I'm just sweet and accommodating, here to make sure everything runs smoothly. To make sure y