Semua Bab Mrs. Guevarra: The Rejected Wife: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Dalton Guevarra travelled all the way to The Isles just to get away from his new wife. It was not only Anna he wanted to escape from, but his entire marriage. He wanted no part on the entire facade. They forced him to the altar, but they couldn't force him to be by her side. He had absolutely no idea why Anna would do something like this. He had always treated her well. The best friend he ever had growing up. He had nothing but respect and admiration for her, so being betrayed like this by her was quite a painful fact for him to accept. He admits, he would have married her if she asked a few years ago, but things have changed now. There was already Lara, the woman he loves with all his heart. The most beautiful and pure girl there is. He simply adores her. But now, Lara is gone. Driven away by Anna, and her cold schemes. He gulped down an entire glass of champagne at that thought. He had hoped that the two girls would get along. But that was down the drain now. He forc

"What are you doing?" Anna demanded. In all the years they were together, Nora had never invaded her privacy like this. Nora glared daggers at her. "You're the one who has to explain things here!" Nora shot back. Anna walked towards her. "I have nothing to explain to you!" Anna ripped the paper off her hand. "You blackmailed Lara?" She asked incredulously. Anna was starting to get annoyed with Dalton's little sister. At first, it was kind of cute, being quite overprotective towards her brother. Especially considering how they've always bickered growing up. But now, the pain and insult stemming from Nora's growing accusations towards her is getting too much to bear. "Okay," Anna took a breath. "Nora, I understand your concern. But my and Dalton's marriage problems are between the two of us, and have NOTHING to do with you." Nora crunched her face incredulously at that. "I hope you'll understand and respect that." Anna continued. "You've got to be kidding

Anna immediately snatched Nora’s phone from her hand. She hurriedly scrolled through the photos; yes, photos, because there were lots of them. In every shot, there was only one consistent person, Dalton. While the girls he was intimate with only appeared either once or twice. But two things had been consistent about these girls, they were all quite pretty, and each of them was throwing themselves all over Dalton. Anna let out a sarcastic laugh. Here she was, doing everything in her power to alter that incriminating photo of Dalton yesterday. But Dalton was over there doing whatever he pleases with no regard to anyone in his family. Anna hurled the phone across the room. It serves her right for letting her guard down, and believing Dalton’s lies. Last night had been nothing but grand deception designed to make her look like a fool. Why on earth would she, a law student, fall for such obvious tricks? She stared across the room, then picked up a pillow and was about to throw it t

It had been five years since Anna and Dalton got married. Anna is now a licensed lawyer, fighting in court, laser-focused on career. A powerful woman in the legal scene. Her marriage is the least of her worries. Dalton, as reported by the family, also finished his Masters in Business. He managed to improve their business overseas. A rising figure in the business landscape, or so the papers say. Neither attended the other’s graduation. She never bothered contacting Dalton after her discovery. He didn’t either. She had been living her life free from Dalton's influence. Anna stepped out of the courthouse. She had successfully defended the business rights of Landon Group. A company had been claiming one of their products. She had successfully proven to the court that the claims were baseless. “Anna,” Spencer ran towards her, leaving behind a couple of business associates who were congratulating him on the trial’s success. “I’m really grateful for the work you did.” Anna nodde

Instead of acting on her impulsive thoughts, she remained seated. "Yes," she said. "Believe it or not, there are important careers that don't revolve around prying into other people's private lives." "Of course, of course. The people had just been quite curious about the Guevarras. High-profile as they are, they've been quite private lately. And we just wanted to give the people what they wanted." The girl explained defensively. "I'm not a Guevarra, though." Rachel stated. "Do you even have questions prepared for me?" "Yes, yes," the girl hurriedly replied. "Um, you were a mentor of Selene. And because of you, she blossomed beautifully in the industry. Do you think you're open to training more young models?" "Of course," Rachel answered. "If they show promise and are quite hardworking, I don't see any reason not to." "That is good to hear!" The interviewer smiled. "Khea, a friend of Selene, is an aspiring model as well." Rachel raised a brow at that. "Lately, it seems