All Chapters of Please Love Me, Again!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“What the f**k? Are you trying to kill me by popping out of nowhere in front of me?” I yelled at Gabriel Westfield, my now ex-husband.My hold on my suitcase was so tight that I almost dug my nails inside my palm in fear.“What are you wearing?” he asked me in a shocked voice, looking at me from chest to toe, completely taken off guard by my sudden change in appearance.I smirked smugly and slowly took a step towards him, twisting my waist a little, taking a seductive pose in front of him, which I never did.I could see gears turning inside his brain, and for a second, lust and admiration crossed his eyes too.“This is who I really am, Mr. Westfield. I changed my appearance back then only not to make you develop an inferiority complex, as you were already going through severe depression.” I replied to him arrogantly as his gaze locked with mine in the end.I could see shock and disbelief pooling into his eyes.“Babe. Are you okay? Shall I come to get you?”

Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“Joyce.” I called her in a soft and hoarse voice, as I was still feeling some pain in my throat, to stop her from lashing out.I looked at Gabriel as if I were looking at a stranger, not someone with whom I spent three years of my life.When he was in the wheelchair, I was glued by his side all the time. I washed him, clothed him, helped him in physiotherapies, and cooked late night snacks when he complained about being hungry, and yet he was still a stranger to me.“I am not here to argue, Lauren. I…. I am just worried for you. How are you feeling now?” he asked me worriedly, ignoring Joyce and her outburst.“Still alive.” I replied sarcastically, and his anger surfaced.He always had these anger issues. I thought that he was like that because of the accident, but later I found out that it was just me who endured his anger all the time.He can be soft-hearted and can speak gently and in a loving tone, but not to me.“I want a civilized conversation with yo

Gabriel’s P.O.V. (Continued)“In the past, it was Ms. Shaw who always reviewed the projects before submitting them for bid. He spoke again, but it was as if he had poured a whole bucket of cold water on me. She…… she was supposed to give us the reviewed project two days ago, b…. but she got in that accident.” He replied to me hesitantly, but all the lines on my forehead straightened immediately.It took me a few minutes to process what he just told me.“Yo… you mean to say th… that in the past three years, for all the projects we got, it was Lauren who did the final review?” I still asked him, still unable to believe that Lauren not only took care of me and this home but also my business.“Yes, Mr. Westfield. She took over the position of executive assistant with me the next day you married her. She did everything to… to keep the business going, Mr. Westfield, but never came forward to get the credit.”I felt as if a mountain crumbled on me.For three years….For three fucking years,

Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“That’s not true, or you don’t want to admit that you are nothing but selfish trash.” Joyce screamed at her in the same way.“Do you really think that everyone is a fool like Mr. Westfield? You think that you hid very well what you did aboard in the past three years, but for your information, Ms. Ashford, you are butt naked in front of me and Lauren.”The sheer horror on Celia’s face was so satisfying that I wanted to stand up and jump while clapping in excitement.Too bad that I was also confined to a wheelchair now.“What are you talking about?” Gabriel asked Joyce angrily.“Ask your beloved pure moonlight or investigate by yourself, Mr. Westfield. Why do I waste my breath on telling you anything about her?” Joyce replied sarcastically, taunt, anger, and hatred dripping from her voice.“Let’s just finish this, Gabriel. I need to go back to the hospital as soon as possible.” I urged him tiredly.He let Celia enter our lives and destroyed our marriage witho

Lauren’s P.O.V.“Look at yourself, Lauren. Was this your state when you went there, huh? After three years of free labour, what did you get? These injuries, and a sorry?” Caellum continued yelling at me, and I just listened to his scolding with a lowered head.I was at the wrong place first. So, I had no retort for what he was saying.“That ungrateful brat. Does he really think that he is some kind of business prodigy? If it weren’t for your support and resources that you used to rejuvenate his business, would he have a roof on his head?”Vincent took Joyce and me to the airport, and we boarded his private plane. I slept throughout the journey. Joyce and Vincent brought me to my brother’s villa, where Caellum had arranged everything according to my needs.The good thing was that it was only Caellum and me. Joyce also had to return to her family, and Vincent had business to take care of.So, both went back before Caellum started firing bullets at me.“I am sorry, bro.” I mumbled, still