Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND WANTS ME BACK: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ELOISE'S POV.Swollen, red eyes that burn like fire as I struggle to keep them open. Tear-stained cheeks… sirens spinning in my head. They are all the aftermath of crying myself to sleep last night.Klein didn’t come back home. A painful lump forms in my throat as I rise from the sofa I slept on, and spot the decorations still hanging on the walls. The unused confetti are still on the table where I placed them. Nothing has been touched. I prepared all these with so much love and was excited to spend even just a few minutes alone with Klein on our anniversary, but he chose to stand me up and spend the night with another woman.I feel like a pathetic joke for having believed that if I did my part well, Klein’s feelings for me would change.Did he not remember he promised me to come home? Or did he deliberately spend his birthday with someone rather than me? Is that his way of telling me I’m not important at all?My rational mind tells me the call was picked up and cut off deliberately.

ELOISE’S POV“Good morning, Eloise.” A voice greets me the moment I walk into the office space I share with my team members. I’m not surprised to see that it came from Kacey, the tech guru of my team. He’s always the first to arrive. Three years of us working together and I’ve never been able to beat him to work in the morning. No one has.“Good morning, Kacey. How are you today?” I ask, walking over to my cubicle where I drop my handbag on the desk. Kacey stops typing on his laptop and shoots me a very chill smile. It’s just the two of us in the office. The other team members are yet to arrive.“I’m doing just fine, thank you?”“And your weekend? How was it?” I follow up and he maintains his chill smile as he nods.“Splendid. Thank you for asking. What about yours?” His question makes me tense and the feeling of despair I’ve been trying to kill within me since I stepped foot into this building resurrects and sips into my blood like poison.My weekend was a nightmare. My mood turns so

ELOISE’S POV.“Thank you.” I say to Logan in a low tune as I get into the car whose door he just opened for me. The smell of Klein’s cologne lingering in the atmosphere is an announcement of his presence in the car and when I finally acknowledge it by looking his way after strapping on my seatbelt, I’m not surprised to see him all dressed up with his poker face in place. I should probably greet him like I always do, but I don’t want to. He doesn’t possess a single modicum of care or concern for my wellbeing, I’m sure he doesn’t care about my greetings either.Logan settles in the front seat and the car starts moving. Klein and I still haven’t said a word to each other and I pray it stays that way for the rest of the evening. I keep my gaze pinned to the head rest of the driver’s seat in front of me, my fingers clamped together and sweating out of sheer nervousness. Once we arrive at the venue, I’m expected to smile and act like the happiest and most pampered wife as I interact with t

ELOISE’S POV.My voice echoes those four words through the atmosphere like an eerie sound in a horror movie, over and over again until it fades completely and the silence of doom befalls us again.How I hate the calm before the storm.Klein rotates in an excruciatingly slow pace and with each new angle he turns, I feel an organ shut down within me. By the time he’s facing me fully, all my systems have stopped functioning and I’m white as a corpse. He’s not wearing the habitual cold, stoic and blank expression he always wears in my presence. The look on his face is an angry one.All my bones dissolve as I watch him eat up the distance between us with two long strides. His jaws are ticking from how tightly he’s clenching them. God! I feel like I’ve awoken a sleeping beast.“What did you just say?” He growls, the timber of his voice raking cold shivers down my rigid spine. He looks very scary and I’m tempted to shake my head and tell him nothing. That it was just a slip of the tongue and

ELOISE’S POV.“Good day, Mr. Wesley.” We all greet in unison and on our feet when Klein walks into the conference with his P.A, Logan, following closely behind him. Klein nods curtly in response to our greeting as he heads over to the head seat of the conference table. Logan pulls out his seat for him and before he sits down, he motions the rest of us to take our seats. Logan takes the empty seat I left next to Klein’s right-hand side while I sit next to Logan. I am one seat away from Klein, meanwhile, Jasmine is occupying the seat directly opposite Logan’s. The small smile perched on her lips tells me she is very pleased to be sitting right next to Klein.“This is going to be a very brief meeting as I do not have much to say.” He says looking at each one of us. He’s here to formerly introduce Jasmine, the new Director or Production to us, the various perfumer teams. “As you all must have heard, a new Director of Product Design has been recruited and she’s seated right here with us.”