All Chapters of Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~ Daisy’s POV ~After the wretched dinner finally ends and I am free of him, I find myself practically running towards the backseat of my ride back home. I had kindly refused to let Sebastian drop me off and he agreed.Now, I am on my way home.The car feels stuffy and I am really trying not to suffocate. Thankfully, about fifteen to twenty minutes later, the car finally slows down in front of my house and the moment Ethan stops the car, I yank the door open and dash out.I slam the door shut and wave him off before I turn around, racing past the gates and straight to my front door.The instant I find myself there, I fumble around for the keys in my purse. After I find them, I quickly pull them out and unlock the door.Done, I push the door open and enter the house, banging the door shut behind me.Fuck.Now inside the house, I head into the living room and dump my purse on a nearby couch. My heels are long gone because I removed them back inside the car. Right now, my hands are shaki

~ Daisy’s POV ~The threat hangs in the air, the crowd of guests still reeling from Sebastian’s words. Their shocked faces and whispers are everywhere.Perfect.I continue allowing my fake tears to roll down my cheeks. I don’t try to wipe them away. I let them fall. Now, for the grand finale, I need to make a dramatic exit out of here.Still crying, I turn and run towards the door, the crowd of people stepping aside to create a path for me as I push through their perfumed bodies.“DAISY WAIT!” Sebastian yells over the noise, but I don’t stop running.Everything is going exactly according to plan.I keep running until I am finally outside, the night air hitting my face instantly.“Daisy!” I hear Sebastian’s voice again and his heavy footsteps behind me. “Please just wait!”No fucking way.I resume running, now heading towards the parking lot. My car is parked just down the driveway and Ethan is waiting by the driver's side.When he sees me running, his eyes widen. "Ms. Matthews—""Sta

~ DAISY’S POV ~At this point, I feel like I am about to explode with joy.Quickly, I turn up the volume, listening to the reporter’s voice.“We are here outside King Industries where hundreds of protesters have gathered and are demanding answers about the whereabouts of Daisy King and Vanessa Morgan. The crowd has been growing throughout the day, with many of the angry protesters holding signs and chanting for Sebastian King to come forward with the truth.”As the reporter pauses, the camera pans to show the protesters. On live, I can also see onscreen comments of a lot of people that are demanding answers.“HE SHOULD EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS EX-WIFE AND HIS EX-FIANCÉE FIVE YEARS AGO.”“WHERE IS DAISY?”“FIND VANESSA BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!”“TWO WOMEN. BOTH MISSING. ONE MAN.”“SEBASTIAN KING IS A CHEAT!”“WHERE ARE THE MISSING WOMEN?!”I smile, still watching the news coverage. The protesters are chanting louder and louder:“Sebastian King must answer!”“No more victims!”“He shou

~ DAISY’S POV ~“Do you agree to my deal, Daisy?”I fucking hate myself right now.Her question rings in my mind again and again as I glare at her, my eyes still watching that smug expression on her face.I want to scream.I want to throw my wine in her face.I want to tell her to go rot in hell.But I can’t.She has me cornered. I hate to admit it, but she has the upper hand.For now, at least.“Fine,” I force myself to nod. “We have a deal.”Her smile widens. “Smart choice.”Smart? There is nothing smart about this. However, I keep mute, not saying another word again. I feel like if I speak I will end up exploding in anger and bashing her face with this empty plate right in front me. Also, I feel like I might throw up.“Remember you have just twenty-four hours to end the scandal, so don’t make me wait, darling.” She reminds me and she stands up, smoothing down her skirt and putting on her sunglasses. Next, she picks up her clutch purse and slings it over her shoulder before she take

~ Daisy's POV ~Shit.In one of the messages, a video is attached to it, probably the damning video of me and James.Hesitantly, I click on it.Indeed, the video is the same video of me handing cash to James and now, it is spreading like wildfire.Also, the comments are vicious:“She paid him to lie about Sebastian King!”“What a manipulative bitch!”“So she has been playing victim this whole time?!”“Daisy Matthews is a fraud!”“She is obsessed with him!”“Lock her up!”My phone won’t stop buzzing as more comments troop in, accompanied by emails and more hateful tags from people. Everyone wants a statement. Everyone wants to know if the video is true.Natasha. She did this to get back at me.However, I already have the perfect cleansing plan.~~~The next day, I step out of my car and straight into the hotel where I have organized a press conference. The lobby of the five star hotel is packed with reporters everywhere and some are even shoving each other to get closer to me.But than