All Chapters of Hired Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Allison The rain hadn't stopped since I left the mansion.It fell in hard icy sheets, beating against the taxi's window.When I first flagged down the taxi, the driver had looked at me like I had just crawled out of a tragic movie scene.Messed up make-up,Swollen red eyes,Messy hair,Rough appearance.I couldn't blame him- I did look like a female lead that had just caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her sister.I looked miserable."Madam? You still haven't mentioned where you're headed too.""Oh." I hadn't."The nearest hospital, please."I will not be able to live with myself if another person lost their life because of me.This man did not even deserve what Christopher had done to him. And that made me feel much more guilty.He looked dead.I wasn't even sure if he still had a pulse after Christopher had beaten him up so much.I hoped he was alive."Actually, Sir," I swallowed and leaned forward."I need to find someone. A man. He was taken in tonight. Assault case."Find

Allison "Tell them we'll handle any damages privately. No statements." I heard Christopher's voice as he spoke to Charles. When I walked into Christopher's home office, they both looked at me like I should be on a hospital bed and not in the room. "I thought you'd be asleep." Christopher straightened on his seat. "I found out you had a daughter today. I watched you go animalistic and almost kill a man, today. I watched a man die, today. I got arrested, today." There was no way I could just fall into a peaceful sleep after going through so many emotions and physical discomfort in just one day. He looked like I had just punched him with my words. Well, he had stabbed me with his betrayal. "Fine then." "Sit." He pointed to the empty seat across from his. I took it while Charles remained standing- as always. He didn't speak immediately. He just looked at me, like he was trying so hard to control a thousand versions of himself all at once. "You were at the hospital before he d

Allison He wasn't sleeping next to me when I woke up. He never did until we returned from Seychelles but last night, Christopher had not slept in this room. He hadn't gone to see his daughter, he was still here. I thought about last night. Had he regretted beating up Jeffrey? Did he think he killed him? Or did he think something about Jeffery's death was strange- just like me? He had reacted strangely to me description of the person I bumped into on my way to Jeffery's ward. Why? He hadn't even met them in person. All it took for him to look like he had seen death's eyes, was the description of the person's eyes. When I mentioned that they were blue, Christopher had looked like he had seen a ghost. But why? There were millions of people with that eye color. Why on earth did it bother him that one person had that eye color. The door clicked open and Christopher stepped in, distracting me from my thoughts. For a long moment, he didn't speak- neither of us spoke. He jus

Allison I blinked, not sure I had heard correctly, "What?" She looked up at me with sleepy eyes, her fingers still tightly wrapped around my finger. "Can you be my mommy?" "I don't have one." She didn't know who her mother was? "Daddy never talks about her and Grandma always looks sad whenever I want to talk about her." She really didn't know who her mother was. She really had never met her own mother. But how? How on earth was that possible? Had her mother died while giving birth to her? Had she abandoned her? It all didn't make sense, especially because Christopher had chosen to hide her existence from the knowledge of the public. And if Christopher hid her existence from everyone, how had Matthieu known he had a daughter? "Yes," I bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her head. And without thinking, I blurted out, "Yes, I will be your mommy." I cherished every moment with my mother. I badly wished she was still alive. Yet, here was a child who probably didn't eve

Christopher My daughter was sitting on the bed, giggling while Allison sat behind her, carefully brushing out her curls and braiding them. They didn't notice me at first so I took the opportunity to watch them for a little longer. The sight was beautiful- painfully beautiful. It was the perfect picture of mother and daughter. They looked exactly like the perfect family she had wanted. The family I had deprived her of. I felt a sting in my heart when I imagined what Sophia would have looked like with her real mother. I smiled and leaned on the door frame, making a mild noise that Sophia heard. "Daddy!" She jumped off the bed and ran into my arms I picked her up and gave her a small spin before kissing her head. "Good morning, Angel." "Good morning, Daddy." Her smile soon faltered and was replaced with a frown, "You woke up late." If only she knew I hadn't even slept at all. "Morning." Allison whispered as if she was trying not to interrupt the conversation between me a