All Chapters of Winning My Angry Ex Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ashley’s POVBloody lies! Everything I ever believed about Jeff, or thought I knew about him in the past, was nothing but bloody lies.Who would have thought that finding out something like this about Jeff after all these years would sting this much?I’ve since gotten over Jeff and his betrayal. I know I have. However, the new information I found out about him after the contest causes the dislike and anger I already have for him to worsen even more, and makes me worry about having to work with such a person.At first, when I found out on the day of the contest award ceremony that Jeff was the CEO of this company, I figured that perhaps luck had shone on him, and he was somehow able to work his way up from being a pauper to that highly esteemed position.But that’s far from the truth. The truth is that, apparently, there was never a time in Jeff’s entire life during which he was poor, which means that he was lying about who he was to me all through the time we were dating.He’s the bio

Jeff’s POVClick clack, click clack, click clack … The unmistakable sound of heels comes from outside my office, growing louder with each passing second.Even before the owner of those heels appears in front of my office door, fuming, I already know who it is. Only one person walks around here like she owns the place, commanding the fear of my staff.My good mood evaporates instantly the minute she appears in front of my door, because she looks like she’s ready for a fight. She stands by the doorway, glaring at me without saying a word.“Good morning to you, too, Claire,” I tell her, pretending that I don’t know that she's pissed.I’ve been away from the office for a week now, because I had to oversee some matters at our textile and fabric manufacturing company, so I haven’t seen Claire since the day of the award ceremony.However, I had to come down here today to welcome our new employees from the contest personally. Claire must have gotten wind of my arrival, hence her presence.“Ho

Ashley’s POVI turn to leave, but Claire’s voice stops me in my tracks.“Well, well, well, that didn’t go as planned, did it?” She asks snidely. I have to look around to be sure that she is indeed talking to me. Sure enough, she is.“Excuse me?”“Don’t think I can’t see through you, because I very well can. Jeff may be too dumb to see through you, but I’m not. You want him…”“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand…”“Oh, but you do understand. Do you think that because of the history that you share with him, and because he was once madly in love with you, you can just waltz your way back into his arms as though you didn’t hurt him harder than he ever was hurt?” She questions, advancing even closer to me.I fight the urge to back away from her. We’re having this conversation in low tones, but the others in the room must have felt the tension between us, because all of a sudden, heads are starting to turn in our direction, and I can hear hushed whispers.“I’m sorry, but you’ve got it all wro

Ashley’s POVMy first day working at Wilson Global Fashions passes by unbearably slowly.By the time it’s afternoon, it’s clear that everyone, both old and new employees, hates me, and this fills me with despair. In fact, I notice that anytime I enter a room, everyone falls silent immediately.It isn’t until I walk by two women who are too engrossed in their gossip to notice me passing by them that I understand why everyone hates me.“Can you believe it? She’s such a tramp! Instead of her to be grateful that she won the grand prize, she’s trying to have an affair with the CEO. She thinks that Jeff has the hots for her, just because he let her win the grand prize, and she’s been trying to sleep with him!” one of the gossips confides in the other one.It’s impossible for me to control the gasp that escapes my mouth when I hear this, and both women whirl around and fix me with defiant looks that suggest that they aren’t the least bit sorry for gossiping.I do my best not to let them get

Ashley’s POV “Good morning, Claire. How may I be of help to you, please?” I ask her politely. The displeasure on her face increases immediately I speak.“That would be Ms. Claire to you.”“I beg your pardon?”“I prefer to be called Ms. Claire.” She repeats very slowly and deliberately, like she's talking to a retard.“Oh, okay. I’m sorry, Ms. Claire. Do you need me to do something?”“Actually, yes. I need you to go get me breakfast. I didn’t have enough time to get it myself this morning, because I was rushing down here. After that, I’ll need you to take my car to the car wash and get it cleaned. It’s gotten too dirty for my comfort. You do know how to drive luxury cars, don’t you? The last thing I need is an ugly scratch on my baby. Then lastly, and very importantly, I have some laundry I need you to do for me. My househelp is on vacation, and I’m running out of clean clothes,” She tells me, leaning one hip against the door, and staring at me in that infuriating way of hers.The exp