Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE EX-WIFE HE COULDN’T DESTROY : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Elysia groaned weakly as she sat up, blinking away the remnant of the sleep from the previous night. The conversation between her and Damon went on for long, just as she predicted, but even amidst their convo, he never told her the particular thing she wanted to hear, postponing it to the next day. Funny enough, the sun was out again. And as the myth entailed, there were three things which could not be long hidden; the sun, the moon, the truth. She took off the blankets and rose to her feet, even though it was frustrating. “Where were Alina and Armin?” That was the first thing she demanded from the maid immediately she stepped in. The latter turned to her without wasting time and gave her a slight bow, which she showed little or no interest in. “They were taken to school by Malia, ma'am.” Malia was one of the maids, but since she was very good with cars, Elysia gave her the go-ahead to take the kids to school. But not when the main driver was around. Elysia nodded, sw

“How long have you been doing this?” Elysia broke the never ending silence between them, as she placed her glasses into the case. Calvin slowly turned the swivel chair towards her direction and with a small smile, he replied. “Close to a decade, if I can remember,” with that said, he handed a paper to her. The paper contained the work she needed to finish before the following day, it was a good thing Calvin rendered his help anyway. “If that was the case then you should be widely known,” she answered in a tone barely above a whisper, shutting off the computer. A light chuckle just escaped the lips of Calvin who sat there, without uttering anything, just static. But it was only for a while, due to the kind of person Elysia was; curious, maybe inquisitive, but one thing was clear- it was only when she knew it was going to be of benefit to her. “The question should be…” he paused, running his hand through his hair. “Do I want to get noticed? Or what if I want to be the quiet a

“Calvin!” A feminine voice could be heard in the room and that made him slam his fist against the wall. He stared at the ceiling for a while, gritting his teeth. “What is it this time?” Calvin walked into the room, staring at a woman who seemed to be in her mid fifties. “How many times do you have to tell you that I'm busy?” Faster than anyone would have expected, she threw the blanket that was above her away, walking towards Calvin with a stern on her face. “What did you just say?” She pouted, staring deeper into the eyes of Calvin who hardened his jaw. “Have you forgotten who you are talking to? Have you forgotten I had to raise you myself after your-” “Cut the crap!” He yelled, making her trail off in the process, the expansion of her eyes was a testament to her shocked state. It was something she never expected. “You took care of who? Me?” He demanded pointing towards himself. “You've got to be kidding me, cause what the fuck?” The words kept tumbling out in a rush,

“Do you think he still loves you?” A female’s voice was heard in the five star restaurant and a sigh followed almost immediately. Seraphina pressed her lips, taking a sip from her cup, probably her fourth shot since she walked into the restaurant with her friends. “Sometimes, it feels like he does,” she answered, pouring herself a drink and she stirred it slowly, her eyes fixed in it. “And other times, he just acts cold and later on, he apologizes.” “Are you gonna tell her about what you did to your husband, Charlotte?” A jet black haired lady asked in a teasing tone, pointing towards Seraphina whose curiosity piqued immediately she heard that, and she leaned in. “What's that?” Seraphina demanded, leaning in. Charlotte smirked as she let the glass cup slip from her fingers, dropping gently on the luxurious table that was decorated with a flower vase. “You know,” she began, brushing her hair back with a casual flick, “there’s a saying that goes like this: do what makes you h

“Don’t you think Mr. Belmont has been coming earlier nowadays?” One of the workers whispered to the others, they were four in number. “Yes, I also observed it, ever since he started living with the new woman,” the second man said with a snort that made the rest look at him in disgust. As they said, in every circle, every company, and every sector, there was always a group. It felt inevitable; something people grew so accustomed to that it came to seem perfectly normal. “He's not as soft as he used to be,” it was another one this time, and their gazes were all glued to him as Nessa, his assistant, as she followed him from behind, along with some files held close to her chest. They all nodded in unison, pretending to be busy; yet, as the saying goes, they were unknowingly busy doing nothing. “Ever since Mrs. Alderidge stopped coming here that's when he started to change,” it was the only female amongst them this time, and she packed her hair into a bun, buttoning up her grey