All Chapters of Heart of a Betrayed Wife: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Cassandra’s pov,“So you remember you have a home?”. I instantly rose from the sofa as my husband entered the living room. I was breathing heavily, not a result of running, but a result of how restless I had been ever since what happened yesterday. He dared dismiss our son, my son, from Glems' company, and had the guts to give everything to Michael. What did Michael ever do or achieve to deserve Glems' company? Huh?!I have not gotten myself and have been thinking. I was not even able to sleep and had been waiting in the living room since last night for him to return home. He didn't return home yesterday and slept wherever the heck he slept. Seeing him ignoring me now and leaving the living room, my head cracked in anger, and I went and stood in front of him, blocking his path with my arms stretched open to the sides. “You must explain what is going on, Mr Rodriguez! How could you do that to your own son? Do you have no heart at all?!”. I yelled at him, not able to contain my an

Nathan's pov, I drove out of the mansion, with my mind divided. I have been confused about my life lately, and now, another confusion has struck me again. My mom called, telling me that that man wanted to divorce her. What did he mean by that? Did he plan on discarding me and my mom and caring only for Michael? My hands tightened around the steering wheel, before I used a hand to ruffle my hair. I have already had enough bad moments, and now she wants me to get her a landflin purse? I know she might be sad because of our canceled honeymoon, but did she have to ask for something as expensive as that? I sighed in defeat, silently deciding whether to buy the purse for her or not. But, if I did not buy it for her, she would be sad, and I don't want to see her sad. I don't know what I am going to do if she gets overwhelmed with sadness and hurts our baby. Ever since I unwillingly got married to Adira, I had been looking forward to having a child of my own. To have an heir who would

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“It is okay, son. It is going to be okay. Believe me”. My mom said to me, and for once, I trusted her and believed her.Now, it was time for me to break the news to the world, that the chairman of Glems' company was late. And since he was out of my way, the company was definitely going to fall back into my hands. I had once secretly seen his will when he ordered our family lawyer to write it some years back. According to his will, he had given everything to me, because his dear Michael didn't care anything about him or Glems' company. So, there was no way he had altered his will, when it was only yesterday he dismissed me from my position as CEO and took away all my shares.Though, I had now automatically gotten everything back, thanks to his will. Adira's pov, I finished my registration and sighed in relief. There were not many people gathered at the company like I had anticipated. And it was a good thing, actually. By the way, I made my way outside the building, returning t

If I am not mistaken, everyone on the bus looked at me after my cell phone dramatically fell off my hand, with a crack sound when it landed on the ground. Even the person sitting next to me stared at me. It was a young lady like myself, and she had this remorseful look on her face as she continued to stare at me. I guess she was sympathizing with me, since she must have overheard my phone conversation with my mother. Ignoring everyone's gazes on me, and contemplating whether to tell the bus driver to stop the bus so that I could come down, my mind was stuck thinking. I was hurt after what my mom had told me concerning Mr Rodriguez. It was painful to learn that he was gone. That he was no longer in the world with us. But, it was more painful to know that I had indirectly blamed him after what happened to me a month ago. Exactly the same way I had blamed Michael, until I realized recently that he wasn't who I thought he was. The people who hurt me in Mr Rodriguez’s family were