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BEATRICE:“A chance for what?” I asked, rolling to my side and turned my back against my sleeping son. “What kind of chance are you asking, Drake? I could not think of anything because you do not deserve any of it.”How could he ask for it after everything he did to me? Did he forget everything? Did he forget how much I suffered in his hands? "I admit I am shameless for asking too much from you, Honey.”Honey. My heart thumped wildly against my ribcage. Honey was our endearment in the past. It was your endearment only. He never called you one. It was always Beatrice. But now…what was in his mind?“A chance to be with you and Grayson. I want you back. It is only now that I realize that you’re important to me. If you only give me a chance, I will never fail you.”I knew those were fake, just to make me warm up to him, but I could not deny the fact that my heart liked hearing those words as if I was craving for his consolations and comfort. Letting out a shivery sigh, I questioned, “
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [49]
BEATRICE:My ex-husband was hiding something from me.Drake’s silence about my question was living proof of that. My sleepiness suddenly jumped out of the window. What was he hiding? A certain part of me wanted to know about it while the other side just wanted to let it go. It was not worth it, right? Why would I be interested in anything about him? "Your silence means yes," I declared. He did not say anything anymore. "Fine. Keep that secret to yourself and tomorrow, I will learn it. Just make sure that your secret is worth it, Drake.""Beatrice," he called in a pained voice. My heart broke at the pain in his voice, making me want to take back the words that caused everything about this. "I only want us to be complete. Is it wrong to ask about that? Is it wrong to desire that?"Why did it feel as if it was my fault if I was the reason why it wouldn't be happening? Back then, it was me who would always beg at him, but now, the table had been turned. Who would have thought that my m
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [50]
BEATRICE:I held my breath as I waited for my son to respond. Please tell me that I was only hearing things. “Grayson? Who is your Daddy?” I asked once again, careful not to scare him off. "It's Mr. Drake, Mommy. I am now calling him Daddy. I like him so much, Mommy. He takes care of me when he is here. Please don't get mad at him, Mommy.""Did Mr. Drake tell you that you should call him Daddy?"He shook his head. "He did not say anything like that, Mommy. I called him Daddy myself. Are you angry with me, Mommy? Mr. Drake was not angry when I called him Daddy. I hope you are not angry, too."Am I angry? Actually, I was not. But…saying I was scared was the right term for that. No matter how much I stopped it, Grayson would still call him Dad, proof that he liked my ex-husband so much."Do you want him to be your Daddy?""Yes! Yes! Yes! Can you marry him again, Mommy? I want him to be my dad. It must be nice to be his son." My mouth went dry. "Who told you that?""No one, Mommy."
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [51]
BEATRICE:I could feel my ex-husband’s happiness as we drove to our destination. He was whistling all the way despite the location of Sebastian’s resort. He was chatty, which I did not know he was capable of doing. When we were married, he was not usually like this. His words were limited and I had a difficult time making him talk. Grayson, Drake, and I were in the backseat. His driver was driving the car. I thought he never had one. Whenever he visited us, I never caught a glimpse of him. When we were still married, he was possessive of his cars. He did not want others to drive it since he was treating it as his baby, but now, it was a surprise that he was letting someone drive it for him. People changed, Beatrice.Or maybe he only wanted to sit beside us. Or maybe between me and Grayson. The place that we would be visiting was already far, but my son was enjoying the scenery and was always pointing everything to his Dad and Drake was patient in answering any of those queries. I
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [52]
BEATRICE:I was not expecting a chat from Josh last night or this day. Or any day at all. If not for Christina and Drake, I would not be able to remember him. The two never failed to make me remember that man. I texted a few replies and hit the word send. Out of courtesy only. The man was nothing but good to me and I wanted to return the favor. [No worries. You can take all the time that you want.]A few seconds passed and I received a reply from him. He was not yet busy right now. Or maybe he was the type of man who would give time to anyone he loved? He is courting you. It's natural that he will give you his time. It would be better if he would focus first on his business than wasting his time on me. [Did you eat? I hope you didn’t forget to take your breakfast. Please don't be sick, Little One. That will surely make me sad.]How could I forget to eat when I went to the kitchen that morning, breakfast was already served. Courtesy of my ex-husband. He never gave me an effort li
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [53]
BEATRICE:I was one hundred percent sure that my ex-husband was hiding something from me. But I will be able to verify it later when Christina will give me her findings. And the idea that I could not let it go despite already talking about it was also annoying. I mean, was this man important to me?“Deny anything for now. You may do it.”My phone beeped once again.Drake was throwing a murderous expression on my phone as if he was thinking it was Josh himself. "Go on. You may answer that one,” he growled while his eyes rested on Grayson’s hair. "I don't need your permission on whoever I am allowed to chat with. You're nothing but my ex-husband.""You must be happy reading his messages. Was he the reason why you are smiling now?"What? Back to that again just because I was talking about his secrets? “I don't know why we are talking about this.”Our exchanges were nothing but pure question and answer. Our voices were low as if we were having a chat, but if someone was listening, he w
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [54]
BEATRICE:As fast as my hands could move, I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth and straightened myself, pretending that I did not wish the ground to swallow me whole. Damn it.How could I sleep like a baby beside my ex-husband? I did not want him to believe that I was already getting comfortable around him “We are here, Beatrice,” Drake announced. “I hesitated in waking you up. You are sleeping like a baby.”I averted my gaze. “Y-you did not wake me up when I slept on your shoulder. Why is that?” If he only woke me up, I wouldn’t be drooling earlier. “I want you to rest. You’ve been working for five years already. This time, I want you to relax and do nothing.”Such beautiful words that caused my heart to flutter. My body was truly tired from taking care of my son and the bills. And now, it felt so good to know someone was offering his hand to help me. My eyes landed on his lap and did not see any traces of my son. “Where is Grayson?” My heart hammered against my ribcag
THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND [55]
BEATRICE:"It is also nice to see you wear one," Drake admitted, shamelessly. "But if not, it's fine, Beatrice. I'm not going to force you to. Who am I to do that?""Who are you, you say? You're my ex-husband, Drake and you will continue to be like that.”“I promise I won't forever be your ex-husband. And you can wear anything you want, Honey.”“So you wanted me to wear one for your eyes only.""You could say that. But I'm not forcing anything," he whispered, his gaze softening. "You should be. You don't have the right and I will wear whatever I like to wear. Let's go, Grayson.” Glancing over my shoulder, I said, "Be sure to put that bag in our room."He quickly followed as if he was our servant. As if he was our loyal dog. Everything he was willing to do for us was still a surprise to me. A billionaire and CEO was willing to become our slave? "Understood, Beatrice,” he retorted while he carried the three heavy bags full of clothes in his two arms as if they weighed nothing. My e
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