All Chapters of Eleven Months As My CEO's Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“We are so sorry, but we can’t employ a pregnant woman,” the manager said. This had always been the case, and it used to be so heartbreaking. I mean, what’s the issue with hiring a pregnant woman? I wasn’t sick; I was simply pregnant, for goodness' sake. “Sir, I promise you, I’m not a lazy pregnant woman. I’m hardworking, and you will never regret employing me, believe me,” I said, pleading, but it felt like he was determined not to hire a pregnant woman. I didn’t include my job experience on my CV because I wanted to avoid any questions about why I had left a big company in the West Coast to start a new life in the Midwest. I rose slowly from my seat and walked out of the company, my heart in pieces. At that moment, I decided it would be best to leave my certificate behind and start my own little business. I headed straight to George's canteen, hoping he would be willing to advise me on the kind of business I could start up. Getting to the canteen, I found it locked which was un

“Sir, Mr. Robinson is asking for you,” Hannah said, her head lowered.“Take him to the second-floor living room; I’ll join him shortly,” Victor replied. Hannah nodded and exited his study room.Mr. Robinson was Victor’s private investigator. He had been working tirelessly searching for Grace.Victor immediately left what he was doing and left to the second-floor living room to meet Mr. Robinson. Mr. Robinson stood up immediately and offered a handshake to Victor, which he accepted politely. “Please, have a seat,” Victor said, pointing to the chair.“Any updates?” Victor asked, leaning forward.“Yes, sir. I found out that Mrs. Grace has an aunt, her mother's sister, in this country. I’ve done some thorough searching to find out where she lives, so I think we should go check on her there,” Mr. Robinson replied.“That's great! When should we go?” Victor asked.“When you're ready, sir,” he replied with a small smile.“I think we should go today then. Let me change my clothes,” Victor s

Grace's POV It had been months since my father had been seeking forgiveness, but I still hadn't managed to find it in my heart to forgive him. The fact that he knew my address and would show up unannounced both irritated and frightened me, especially since he had once mentioned Victor visiting him and inquiring about me.He claimed he lied about not knowing where I was, but I still couldn't shake off the unease that Victor now had a connection to my father.I had intended to find a new place to move to where this man wouldn't be able to find me, but I couldn't save enough money to relocate again, and George kept reassuring me that everything would turn out fine.“I wouldn’t want him to know if I give birth,” I once told George, worried that Victor might eventually bribe him and he would expose my location.“Grace, you just need to forgive this man because I see a broken man who needs his child’s forgiveness,” George replied, but I wasn’t ready to take him back as my father.Today, I

Grace's POV I was breastfeeding both Jack and Jill simultaneously when George burst into the ward, panicking and drenched in sweat, as if someone was after his life.“What’s going on?” I asked, confused.“I know you’re not strong yet, but you need to get up; we’re leaving this hospital now,” he said, his lips trembling and before I could respond, he began packing my things.“You actually need to let me know what's going on.” I said, getting angry. “Grace, please stop questioning me and do what I say.” He said, trying not to yell at me.“But how do you expect me to run with two babies and the pain from my surgery?” I said, frowning at how he was rushing and not allowing me to speak.“And are we running away because of the hospital bills? Because if that’s the case, I’m not going anywhere. How are we even going to escape without getting caught?” I added, hissing at him and turning my gaze away.“Grace, I saw some men around this hospital. They were looking around like they were lookin

Victor’s POV I was having a virtual meeting with a client when I suddenly heard my two-and-a-half year old daughter screaming, “Daddy.” I ignored her at first, thinking it might not be something serious, moreover Kimberly, her nanny and all the house helps were all in the house. When she kept calling for me and I began hearing her cry, I excused myself from the meeting and ran towards the direction of her voice. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Kimberly eating in the dining room and laughing as she scrolled through social media on her phone. I stared at her in anger, at a loss for words and confused about whether she could hear her child's cries.I wanted to lash out at her, but I decided to find out what was wrong with my girl first. If I was to confront her right away, my anger might take over, and I would end up in a heated conversation with her instead of immediately checking on Daisy to see what was wrong.Getting into Daisy’s room, my heart skipped a beat when I saw her ups