The Vendetta of the Returned Wife

Max smiled at an inebriated Gwen, who couldn't stop giggling. Finally, it looked like his little sister was happy after the tragedy that had happened nine years ago, leaving them all sad and struggling to come to terms with it. He and Darren, his younger brother, had tried the best they could to help her overcome it but she’d still ended up depressed and heartbroken. It was hard for his family, but it had been twice as hard for him because his wife abandoned him when he needed her the most. Had he not been busy looking after Gwen and his mother, he would have been the one who fell apart. The thought of Emilia made his stomach churn with anger. He'd loved her so much, but how had she repaid him? Realizing he was gripping the glass he was holding harder than necessary, he loosened his grip, banishing thoughts of that woman. He made a promise to never allow himself to be deceived like that again.It was a happy day for the family. His little sister had gotten engaged, and that was cause

Max hadn't noticed he was following her until he stopped outside the kitchen. The little display of affection had really gotten to him. It was clear as day that Zander was his son. Aside from being his carbon copy, the boy also loved chocolate chip cookies. They were his weakness, and he'd told Emilia that before marrying her. He remembered how she'd laughed, saying that it wasn't manly and that he shouldn't mention it to anyone else.Was that it? Had she told her son to say the cookies were his favorite? Had it all been a show? No. Zander looked exactly like him. He was his son. More than anything, Max wanted him to be his son. When Emilia had told him she was pregnant, he'd been over the moon. Finally, he was going to be a father, something he'd longed for since his own father passed away.He'd looked after his siblings as if they were his children, but deep down, he'd always wanted to have his own kids. The day his wife had left him, he'd been abroad on business. Gw

Max was at a loss for words. She had a boyfriend. Correction. A fiancé. His son preferred the fiancé over him.Spinning around, he went back inside, feeling dejected. How could he have been so stupid as to think Emilia still loved him? That they could still fix things between them and be a happy family? They'd been apart for nine good years. God knew how many men she'd seen at that time. It's not like he’d been a saint either. As she'd told him, he had been with Lisandra and even allowed her to move into their bedroom. Hell, he'd been with other women, too. So why did he expect her to still love him?She was a beautiful, sexy, healthy woman. Of course, men wanted her. She also had needs. When he'd met her, she had been a virgin. He had prided himself on knowing that he was the only man who would ever be with her. Maybe that was why it hurt so much to see her with another man. God, he was so stupid. He should have known she wasn't back for him. Then why was she back? Why di

The shopping went downhill fast. Zander refused to get in the car because he didn't want to go anywhere with his father. It was understandable, since he had this notion that Max didn't like her. Any enemy of Emilia's was Zander's too, and she appreciated the loyalty most of the time, but not that day.They were supposed to redecorate his room, but he was being difficult, thinking it would dissuade Max from going with them. Emilia had to threaten to leave him behind before he finally gave in. Only to pout and mumble incoherent answers every time she tried to initiate a conversation. She thought he was adorable, but didn't dare mention that in fear he'd throw an even bigger tantrum.She’d invited Max along because she'd seen his desperation. He wanted to bond with Zander, but didn't know where to start. He did everything wrong and, for some strange reason, their son always showed up whenever they were in the middle of a fight. To Zander, Max was the bad guy. Knowing how stubborn her son

"I know what you're doing""I don't know what you're talking about. " The fact that he'd answered so fast only solidified his suspicions."You're trying to piss me off," Max said, observing Zander's reaction. "All those things you ordered back at the store and now all this food. You're doing it to see if I'll get mad at you." At that, he looked up. "You are my son and I've missed out on so many years of your life. I'll gladly buy you anything reasonable. If you want to order all the food on the menu, go ahead. I don't mind""You can buy me anything I want, but I still won't like you," Zander said with so much conviction that Max felt as if someone had plunged a knife into his heart. How was it possible that his only son hated him with such intensity? As each second passed, he was aware of the time he wasn't spending with him. There was a timer in his head that kept ticking, reminding him that this was yet another minute spent without knowing his boy.It made him wonder if Z