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MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK SEVENTY SIX
WILLIAM'S POVI had been cooped up indoors for too long and I needed to let loose, party, and have some fun with the girls. It had been a while since my last party, and the itch to get out was too strong to ignore. I put on my favorite leather jacket, strapped on my diamond watch, and felt that familiar rush of excitement.Heading down to the garage, I couldn't help but admire my collection of cars. Tonight, it was the Ferrari's turn. I slid into the sleek, red beast and started the engine, feeling the powerful purr beneath me.As I pulled out of the garage and onto the road, the city lights ahead seemed to beckon me. "It's time to live a little," I said to myself, grinning as I floored the accelerator and felt the wind whip through my hair. Tonight was going to be epic.I made it into the city night, the vibrant energy of New York humming all around me. I wasn't in the mood for my usual nightclubs where everyone knew my name. Tonight, I craved something different, something new-a "fr
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK SEVENTY SEVEN
SLYVIA'S POVI looked over at Beverly, feeling a surge of irritation. "Do you know him? Did you know he was gonna be here? Is that why you brought me here, to ambush me?" I demanded."Nooo, I don't even know him! I just got here a while ago, and I literally just asked him if he was William Lockwood because he looked familiar," Beverly explained, her eyes wide with surprise.I turned to William, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Long time no see," he said, trying to sound casual."I saw you weeks ago, entering my kids' school. God knows why," I shot back, watching his expression change to one of fear, like a deer caught in headlights. I wondered what he was up to there. "And no, it's not nice seeing you after how you betrayed me.""I see you're still salty after all these years," he replied, a hint of a sneer in his voice."Fuck you, William," I snapped."You've done that already," he sneered with a grin."You wish. Even if you were the last man on earth, I still wouldn't sleep with you
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK SEVENTY EIGHT
SLYVIA'S POV After Beverly and I finished our pool game, we headed back to our seats, feeling a bit more relaxed and lighter from the dancing and chatting. The bar had started to quiet down a little, making it easier to have a conversation. Beverly looked at me with concern. "So, how's the case going, Slyvia? Any progress?" I sighed, taking a sip of my drink before answering. "It's going the best it can, given the circumstances. We're gathering evidence, but it isn't much. It feels like we're grasping at straws sometimes." Beverly reached over and squeezed my hand. "I'm really sorry you're going through all this. It must be so tough." "Don't worry about it, Beverly. It's not your fault," I said, trying to reassure her. "I've learned to take things one step at a time. It’s just... exhausting." She nodded, her eyes full of empathy. "How are the kids holding up with everything?" I smiled weakly. "They're actually handling it better than I expected. They're still so young, too youn
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK SEVENTY NINE
WILLIAM'S POVI drove back home, my nose bleeding all over the leather car seat. The pain was sharp, throbbing in rhythm with my heartbeat. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of agony through my face, and the sight of blood dripping onto the pristine leather only made me angrier."Slyvia, you bitch," I muttered under my breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter. How dare she show up and ruin my night? I slammed my fist against the dashboard, wincing at the pain that shot through my hand.As I drove through the city streets, the neon lights of the nightlife blurred past me. I could feel my anger ragging over, I was humiliated in front of broke ass people who couldn't even afford the shoes I am wearing. This was supposed to be a night of fun, a distraction, but instead, it turned into a nightmare.I thought back to the bar, to Slyvia's defiant face and the way she had called me out. And then there was Beverly, adding fuel to the fire. I couldn't believe how things had escalated so qui
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK EIGHTY
SLYVIA'S POV With the loud music playing, my phone started to ring. I glanced at the screen and saw Raymond's name flash. "Speak of the devil," I said to Beverly with a smile before answering the call. The noise in the bar made it nearly impossible to hear, so I switched to FaceTime. Raymond's face appeared on the screen, looking sharp in a fancy outfit. "Where are you? The music over there is very loud" Raymond asked me straining his ear. "Hey, I went on a girls' night out with a friend," I said, raising my voice slightly to be heard. "This is Beverly," I added, turning the phone to show her. "Nice to meet you, Beverly," Raymond said, smiling warmly. "You too, Raymond," Beverly replied. I noticed Raymond was dressed in an exceptionally stylish outfit. "Are you at a fashion show?" I asked, curiosity piqued. "Yeah, I just finished a show and was heading to my dressing room before I called," Raymond replied. Beverly's eyes lit up with interest. "Which show was it?" she asked. "I
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK EIGHTY ONE
JOCELIA'S POV I woke up with a smile on my face, feeling a sense of triumph already coursing through me. I looked over and saw Grayson still asleep, his features softened in slumber. Leaning over, I kissed him gently on the lips and whispered, "You’re going to be mine, all mine." With that, I slipped out of bed, with a feeling of excitement. Today was the day I would land another strike on Slyvia. The plan was set: I was meeting the judge of Slyvia’s lawsuit to ensure the case would go against her, no matter what evidence she presented. I headed to the bathroom, the anticipation making me hum a cheerful tune as I ran a hot bath. The steam washed over me, washing away any lingering doubts. As I dried off and emerged from the bathroom, I noticed Grayson was still sound asleep. Perfect. I moved to my own room and called for the maids to help with my hair and makeup. Sitting in my dressing room, I watched in the mirror as they fussed over me, styling my hair just right and applying the
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK EIGHTY TWO
SLYVIA'S POVI woke up that Saturday morning with a light hangover, my head pounding slightly. As I opened my eyes, I saw Zenith and Zendaya in bed with me. "Mummy, are you okay? Wake up," Zendaya said, her voice full of concern.I gave her a warm smile. "I am up, I am up," I said, trying to shake off the grogginess."Ewww, morning breath," Zendaya giggled, scrunching her nose.I couldn't resist. I playfully grabbed her and opened my mouth wide, breathing into her face. "How about now?" I teased.Zendaya screamed and laughed, wriggling to get away. "Nooo, Mum!" she laughed.Seeing her joy, I pulled Zenith into the tickle fight too. Both of them squirmed and giggled uncontrollably as I tickled them, filling the room with their sweet laughter. "Alright, alright, that's enough," I said, finally letting them go. "How about we go make some breakfast?"I playfully scrunched my nose and said, "Alright, first things first, I need to brush my teeth. And you two need to as well!"I handed Zenit
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK EIGHTY THREE
JOCELIA'S POVI ran the doorbell and waited. A few moments later, a frazzled-looking woman carrying a screaming toddler appeared at the door, the child tugging at her hair."Sorry, kids can be too much sometimes," the woman said, attempting a weary smile.I forced an awkward smile, trying not to let my disgust show. "Hmm," I muttered, glancing around.The woman seemed to realize her mistake and quickly corrected herself. "I'm sorry, how can I help you?""I'm here to see your husband, Judge Edward. Is he home?" I asked, leaning slightly to peek into the house."Babe! There's someone here looking for you!" the woman yelled into the house, her voice strained from trying to keep the toddler in check.From inside, I heard a voice reply, "Who is it?""Just a woman," the wife answered, wincing as the toddler pulled her hair harder. I couldn't help but wince at their shouting. This was not the professional atmosphere I was hoping for."Could you tell him it's for his own good, and he better h
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