Todos los capítulos de No Longer His Ugly Wife: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Alaric’s POV“Are you sure that pushing back all your calls for the day is a good idea?” Ray asked me as I sat at my desk, my eyes skimming over documents while my mind lingered elsewhere. “It’s a few hours,” I said. “Won’t hurt anyone.” “You have three important conference calls and an in-person meeting with the Simmons Corporation an hour after.”“What’s your point, Ray?” I impatiently retorted.He huffed. “Alaric, you’ve been in talks with the Simmons Corps for months now. They’re the third largest conglomerate in the U.S. You know this is a very lucrative opportunity. And you’re pushing it aside for some news from Tina George about a pastry shop?” Ray didn’t understand. He couldn’t begin to. And I didn’t possess the patience to explain. So, I settled with a simple response.. “Yes.”“Yes?” He repeated with bewilderment.“You heard me, Ray,” I replied haphazardly, as I flipped through another document. “Simmons will wait for as long as I need them to and so will every other cong

Lucy’s POVAt home, my mind was still a storm of erratic emotions. Between dealing with a callous, cold-hearted Alaric, and the back end of a divorce, it was difficult to navigate the overwhelming feelings that I was experiencing. The chief of them being anxiety.It was afternoon, and I had decided to make myself a cup of tea when my peripheral caught something from the corner of my eye. I paused when I saw them, a pulsating nausea in my stomach.Blair…Noah…and Tom.I watched as the three strolled out of Blair’s house together, giggling happily about something as they got into her car and drove off somewhere.Seeing it gave rise to a sharp pain in the pit of my stomach as, for a moment-just a moment, I sat there thinking that that should have been me. That Blair had completely stolen my life. That foolish thought-as aforementioned, lasted only a moment though as I was harshly reminded of the fact that my previous life had been nothing but an illusion. A sham concocted by money-grubbi

Lucy’s POVWhile we waited for Blair to come by and save the day, I stayed by Noah’s side. And it was completely insufferable to hear how adamant he was not to throw Blair under the bus.“Noah, are you sure you’re the one who made the sandwich?” I asked.He’d been harping on and on for the last ten minutes about how he’d been the one who made his sandwich. And while Mrs. Lopez was naive and foolish enough to accept his truth, I didn’t. “I’m not lying!” he screamed. “I made the sandwich! It wasn’t Blair or daddy! I made the peanut butter and jelly sandwich because I wanted to see if my allergies were gone.” He said through babbling tears.It was so utterly disappointing and sad to see how much Blair had manipulated and warped his mind so much that he refused to even tell the truth to me.“What kind of mother are you? Hassling the boy like this?” persisted Mrs. Lopez as she sat on the opposite side of Noah. “If the boy says that he made the sandwiches then he made the sandwiches.”I di

Lucy’s POVSo much had happened in the span of three days, the deadline Tom had given me came like whiplash.And promptly knocked on my door that morning. I stood there a moment, reluctant to let him in. I weighed my options and none of them bode well for me, so much to my chagrin, I opened the door.“Well, good morning, Lucy.” He sneered as he stepped foot into my home without even waiting for me to allow him space to come in.“Tom, what are you doing here?” I hissed, knowing full well what he wanted. I was just so frustrated that he didn’t at least give me space to breathe before bombarding me so early in the morning with this.“Oh, please, Lucy, cut the shit. You know exactly why I’m here.” He glowered, closing the distance between us. “I want my million dollars and I want it now. Hand it over.” I scoffed. “Do you even care about the fact that Noah is in the hospital?” I snapped back.“He'll be fine,” Tom spoke coldly. “Blair will take good care of him.” “You mean like she did w

Lucy’s POV“Hello? Yes, yeah-is this Mr. Ray Powers?”“Ms. Brookes,” he answered, surprise in his tone. “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today-”“I have the money.” I interrupted, cutting past pleasantries. “I’m gonna wire the money straight to Mr. Kingsley’s account. Please can you speak with your boss to confirm it with him?”“Um-oh, okay.” he stumbled out. And immediately I hung up the phone and wired the money to the routing number that Ray Powers had given me before. I told him I’d talk to Alaric but I didn’t say how, and I most certainly wasn’t going to call him.I was so ready to get this over with. And while I was guilt-stricken for having to take money from my parents, I was still happy to get over this hurdle. And I didn’t want hearing Alaric Kingsley’s voice to bring down my mood. I couldn’t stomach hearing his voice. The anger. The bitterness. And condescension. So, I texted him and immediately moved on to Tom.The ride home was like a blur, a burst of excitement run