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TWENTY-SEVEN
"Emilia, you look gorgeous today. Your skin is glowing and don't even get me started on that smile. I can see why Max is having a hard time letting you go"
Emilia stopped, did a once over, all the way from his head to his shoes then did it again just to make sure she wasn't mistaken "Come again? I seem to have developed bad hearing. I could've sworn you were singing my praises" "Don't be like that pretty face. We all know your husband is throwing this party to show you off to his friends. Since I suggested the idea, I can't say it's bad but that man is cruel. Bragging about his beautiful wife to single people like us is downright evil" "Oh, I thought he was doing it to introduce me to your circle?" The rich snobby assholes who thought the world revolved around them. If she thought about it hard enough, she'd realize Max hadn't done it years ago because he knew she wouldn't fit in or he was ashamed to do it. But Emilia refused to dwell on the past.Related chapters
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife TWENTY-EIGHT
Genevieve sat by the staircase watching the people coming and going from the house. Some of them were the people hired to plan for the party while others were the ones she'd hired to work for her. Years ago, she would have been the one giving orders. Telling them what and what not to do. She had been the great Genevieve Carter, secretly feared but openly respected. A reputation she'd earned from working hard. No one had dared go against what she said until Emilia Parker arrived at her house. Max's wife had been one of a kind. Naive, shy, obedient but also headstrong and stubborn. Genevieve would think she'd scared her but the next day Emilia would prove her wrong. Unlike the women who were after Max and wanted her approval, she didn't even try to please her.Immediately, she'd felt threatened. Maybe fighting with her had been out of fear and not dislike. For so many years she'd been the center of attention to her children but all of a sudden Max had someone else h
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife TWENTY-NINE
The heat was more intense than usual as if the sun had set out on a mission to scorch everything in its path. Including him. As much as Max loved summer, it had its disadvantages, especially for someone as forgetful as him. The amount of times he'd forgotten to apply sunscreen and ended up with sunburns was embarrassing. Nash couldn't stop teasing him about how sensitive his skin was. It irritated him to no end. Until the girls at the bar or parties flocked to him asking for his skincare routine. Nine out of ten times, the same girls had ended up under him and every time, he rubbed it in his best friend's face. Cocking his head to the side, he wondered if he should go inside the restaurant. His mother would talk his ears off if she saw him there but the place had the best burgers and cold drinks and that was bullshit. He was after the stunning, mouthy waitress who'd flat-out told him to go to hell yesterday after he'd asked for her number. As a Carter, he was used to girls
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife THIRTY
She had finally accepted his proposal after having another big fight with Chrissie, her boss. Her reasons for marrying him hadn't mattered. He knew she had feelings for him back then but not enough to call them love. As long as she was his, she'd never have to suffer again. He would make sure of it. But they'd been so wrong and naive. There was so much to marriage than just love and security. He'd made sure she never had to worry about money again but at what cost?Either way, Max had never regretted marrying her. Even when he was busy blaming her for his mother's accident, he'd never once regretted marrying Emilia. His only hope was that she felt the same way too. The party was either going to be a new beginning for them or the end. It made him nervous to think things could go wrong. Maybe throwing it so soon was a mistake but it was too late to back out. He had to go through with his plans no matter the outcome. Now more than ever he needed to get Emilia back. F
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife THIRTY-ONE
"Ugh, can you believe him, Thea? How could he pass his mistress down to his brother? What is wrong with him? Why did I marry that asshole?" Emilia breathed down the phone, pacing in front of the bed. Darren saw the best in people so he probably didn't know Lisandra's true nature but she thought Max had already found out. Why hadn't he kicked her out of that house yet?"Are you angry or jealous?" "JEALOUS OF WHAT?" She roared "Don't you get it? I'm trying to kick her out of this house but it feels like he's holding onto her. He doesn't want her but he can't let her go either" "Hate to break it to you, but that sounds a lot like jealousy" Emilia felt like punching a wall. Were they blind? Why couldn't they understand the reason she wanted Lisandra gone? Maybe a small part of her was jealous but the bigger part wanted her away from Zander and the Carter family in general. If she continued living in that house, they would never know peace. Besides,
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife THIRTY-TWO
"You look beautiful ma'am" "Thank you, TC. Is everyone here already?" "Quite a number of people have arrived." "Oh," Emilia sighed. She didn't like those kinds of parties. Not when she knew all eyes would be on her. It was unnerving to be the center of attention. She'd spent hours getting ready but still felt as if she'd missed something. Looking over her shoulder at the stairs behind her, she wondered if it was too late to run away. "I'm afraid it's too late," TC said, smiling. Emilia's cheeks flamed when she realized she'd said that out loud. She didn't know half the people Max had invited and the other half she'd only seen on magazines or TV. It wasn't a secret that she'd left Max. During the nine years they were apart, once in a while, she'd come across people cursing her and saying how despicable she was for leaving such a good man. Luckily they hadn't known who she was so no one pointed accusing fingers at her. But after that n
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife THIRTY-THREE
Max seized the guy up and decided everything about him was average. Starting from his ugly-ass face and his yellow teeth had to be a turn-off for women. Why was he still smiling? Who had lied to him about standing a chance with Emilia anyway? She was a goddess. He couldn't keep his eyes off her and knowing other men would approach her, even if it was for a simple chat, made him territorial. She belonged to him. Throwing a possessive arm around her waist, he pulled her into his side and turned to Fabbri. "If you will excuse us, we have important guests to attend to," he said, hoping the guy would get the underlying meaning. He wasn't important. "See you later, Mr. Fabbri," Emilia said over her shoulder as he was pulling her away. He didn't care that he was dragging her or that several eyes were on them. "What is wrong with you?" "Why would you go on a date with that loser?" "It's none of your business. Hands off me, Max" "Not happenin
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife THIRTY-FOUR
"Let's go," Emilia said running her hands down her dress. The elegant ball gown had multiple layers of rich blue tulle with a fitted bodice and a sheer neckline that delicately draped over her shoulders. The layered tulle skirt had tiered ruffles, each layer dusted with fine glitter and subtle embellishments that added sparkle to it. She'd felt like a princess until Mrs. Richardson reminded her who she was. Despite being draped in the most expensive diamonds, that old bitch still found a way to make her feel inferior. "Are you sure?" Max asked, taking her elbow and turning her to face him. The worry in his gaze eased her nerves. "You don't have to go back there. I can ask everyone to leave" "It would be rude for the host to leave before talking to the guests" Besides, she hadn't seen Lisandra yet. Emilia was in a sour mood and humiliating that psychopath would make her feel so much better. "Come on, let's not keep your guests waiting"
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife THIRTY-FIVE
"Oh my gosh, did we get married again?" Emilia squeaked, raising her hand to inspect her finger while the other covered her mouth. She'd come back with bare hands and thanks to his possessiveness, he had bought her another ring. If she insisted on calling herself Mrs. Carter, it was only right she wore a wedding ring. Max had been wondering when to give it to her and how to make her wear it without getting on her bad side. Luckily, she'd given him an opening and he'd be a fool not to take it. He still couldn't believe she'd suggested they renew their vows. Granted, she'd been trying to stick it to Lisandra but he wasn't complaining.Her inebriated state was thanks to her friend Jennings and as much as he wanted her to be sober that night, he'd take anything he got. The little talk they'd had earlier hadn't even covered half of their issues. He knew they had a long way to go but as long as Emilia gave him a chance, he'd rectify all his mistakes. When she wrapped her hands ar
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