All Chapters of Mrs. Guevarra: The Rejected Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Khea staggered a step back. She didn't expect the venom in Dalton's voice. “What are you saying, Dalton?" Her voice started to rise with panic. “I'm saying," Dalton took a heavy step towards her. “Leave us alone if you value your life.” Khea started to protest. "Because,” Dalton continued. "I don't.” She was really panicking now, she called out to him, her voice desperate. “Then why take back the lawsuit if you don't care for me?" “Because my wife asked me to," he snapped. “But…but back in The Isles, we talked every day! You told me you love me!" Dalton smirked, his patience running thin. "Are you sure it was me?” Khea was taken aback, the man behind the line never agreed to take on video calls. Her head started to spin as realization formed in her mind. “No,no,no” she muttered as she stepped back. If that was true, who would do that to her? Why would they do that to her? Or, is Dalton lying? She studied his face. There was neither warmth nor affection a

Anna nearly choked on her oatmeal. “I'm sorry, what?" "Sir Dalton asked us to inform you that the light jet is ready. Were you not going out today, ma'am?” The butler asked. "Going out to where?” Anna asked, confused. "To Paris, ma'am.” The butler calmly replied. Anna's eyes grew wide. She doesn't remember having any plans to fly to Paris this weekend. None at all. In fact, she planned to spend the day shopping with Rachel. They were to pick out outfits for Nora's upcoming masquerade-themed birthday party. Rachel would be going to the party since she was "pretty sure that she would get an invitation no matter what”. Anna had no idea what she meant by that. But she'd leave it to Rachel to be quite resourceful. Well, thought Anna, since the light jet was ready anyway, she'll just spend the weekend strolling through Paris. She reached for her phone, dialling a number. She'll have to inform Rachel about the change of plans. *** Rachel hummed happily behind the wheel

Dalton's mouth hung open, but no words escaped from his lips. His chest did the talking. The steady beating of his chest was replaced by the violent thumpings of his heart. At one point, he believed that his heart dangerously skipped a beat. He stared at Anna, looking so beautiful in front of him. No, beautiful is too mild a word to describe the majestic force that is Anna. She is simply too enchanting, too extraordinary that he felt he couldn't take his gaze away from her. Anna had always been remarkable. Her swarm of suitors and admirers always reminded Dalton of that fact. Even now that they are married, there are still a couple of men who would openly stare at his wife. It irritated him to no end. You'd think that the wedding ring fitted perfectly at her finger would keep other men at bay. On the contrary, they seemed to disregard the ring, because of the known fact that they've been apart for five years. Dalton remembered a time back when they were high school student

Dalton and Anna sat on the exclusive fitting room lounge in Jeave boutique. In front of them, is a female attendant showing them various designs of their outfits. The attendant held up a design, and smiled widely at them. “This one was personally designed by Miss Jeave herself,” she said. Anna slightly shook her head at the complicated purple and silver costume adorned with feathers. She didn't like the material. “Can you show us more designs?” Dalton said. "Why, yes of course, sir. Miss Jeave sent us a number of designs according to your request.” The woman eagerly left to fetch more designs. Anna turned to Dalton. “What did she mean by that?" "I called Jeave to design us a couple of outfits,” Dalton replied. Anna looked at him in shock. "You know her?” "Yeah, I met her two years ago, back in The Isles. I'm actually quite surprised that they didn't add her to my list of mistresses.” Anna looked at him sideways. Dalton laughed at her. “Come on, you don't think it

Anna sat at her office desk, reviewing files after files. Leanne would sometimes linger by her side, seeming like she wanted to ask Anna something. But when Anna would look up from her disk, Leanne would hurry off without saying a word. On the twentieth time she did that, Anna felt like she couldn't take any of her scurrying off anymore, so she called Leanne. “Leanne, come here," she called. Leanne appeared in front of her desk. “Yes, ma'am?" Anna put down her glasses. “Is there something you want to talk about?" “Er," “Don't lie, just say it." “I just wanted to ask how Paris was." “How did you know about that?" Anna was surprised. “Well, it's all over the media. It's what everyone kept on talking about." Anna was about to ask how, but then she remembered the tenacity of the paparazzi, especially when it comes to stalking high-profile individuals. “Well, what did they show?" “Oh," Leanne exclaimed. “They showed pictures of you and sir Dalton at a café,