Lahat ng Kabanata ng My ex-husband’s nightmare: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

MasonI held back my laugh. I know she wasn't smart, but I didn't expect her to believe such nonsense.No restaurant determines a person's life.“Oh really?” I tried to sound interested. She was, after all, the key to me getting the contract.The smell of different delicacies hit us as we stepped in.A man wearing black trousers and a white shirt walked towards us. The interior screamed luxury.We were taken to the second floor, which was for the VVIP customers.However, immediately after we got there, a man who seemed to be superior to the man beside us stopped us.“I'm sorry but this place is no longer available for others.” He said.I raised an eyebrow. “What?”He bowed slightly to me, “I'm sorry for the inconvenience.” He said again.“That's bullshit. I made a reservation.” I said, already on the brink of losing my patience“That is why we are especially sorry, Mr. Woods.” He bowed slightly.“We promise to give you the same service on the lower floor.” He said. “The reservation fo

Victoria I walked into the building in front of me, my stiletto clicking sharply against the hard floor.I stopped in front of the receptionist. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders.With a bow and word of greetings, she asked, “Do you have an appointment with Mrs. Adeline Rivers?” I didn't.“Mrs Adeline Rivers and I are very good friends,” I said instead of answering her, “I don't need an appointment to see her.”Mrs Adeline Rivers was the moderator of the club and also one of the top members. But before that, she is my friend. That concept of us may have blurred over time, but that doesn't change the fact that we were once college buddies.This is the second time I'm coming to see her. I can't stay kicked out of the club forever. What would I tell my friends when I meet them?I already lost the necklace to Lydia which had made me crazy. Being cut off from the club for good would do the worst to me.“Maam, you can't see her without an appointment; I'm sorry.” I stared at her

Mason I steadied Lydia holding her in place. Staring into those orbs that I grew to love over the time we spent together. She may look different, but she was still the same Lydia, who was scared of bees. I laughed at the thought of this. Ignoring the look of displeasure on her face. Like she'd rather fall than have me catch her. But this moment was interrupted by Julia's voice, an unexpected presence, “There you are; I've been searching all over for you.” Lydia gasped loudly, and I quickly released her. She stood adjusting her clothes. Julia walked towards us. She had a smile on her face, which transformed into a look of surprise when she saw Lydia. “Oh, you are here.” Lydia cleared her throat, maybe to clear the awkwardness that began to grow in the air. Lydia and I are now standing opposite each other. Julia seemed to be all over her. That look of admiration never leaves her face. This should be awkward. My ex-wife and girlfriend are in the same space. They've been in t

Lydia I stood in front of the room, walking back and forth. My hands clasped together bringing it close to my face. My heart beat hysterically in my chest, my mind spiraling with thoughts. I thought about all the possible things that would have happened.I met Melanie groaning in pain in the room, her hand placed on her chest. Quickly, I took her to the hospital. Currently standing in my pajamas, I couldn't stop walking around while waiting for the doctor to come out.Mom had offered to come with me, but I refused. I needed someone to watch over Liam besides the nanny.The door soon opened, and the doctor walked out “She's out of danger for now.” I placed one hand on my chest, and a wave of relief washed through me. I placed my hand on the nearest wall for support.“But I'd like you to come see me in my office in a while. We still have some tests we are running on her.” “Okay, Doctor. Can I go see her?” I asked, looking past him as two nurses walked out, rolling the stretcher.

Mason“You want a chocolate bar?” I asked, and he shook his head. “It's for my sister. She is sick.” He said, a sad look crept into his face as he said this.I looked around him; he was alone; it's not right to have a little boy his age walk around in the hospital, so I asked, “Are you alone? Where's your mom?”“She's around somewhere,” he said this time, his eyes darted from side to side. “I can get your sister chocolate if you want,” I offered, but he refused.“Mom said never to accept things from strangers.” I smiled. He wasn't just any dumb kid, although it hurt that I was the stranger in this case. “You should have gone out with your mom; it's wrong for a little child to walk alone. I'll take you to your mom.” I said. He shook his head. “I'm not a little child; I can find my way,” he turned about to walk away but then paused. He slowly turned to me, his lips pressed into a thin line, his hand on his jaw. “You look like her," he said. “Who?” “My sister. Maybe some other time