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Winning My Ex-Crush 161: Golden Ring
Fenella’s POVBack to present day…My mouth hung open after hearing all of Alan's story. His life journey from the time he met Amy until now could be described as a curse. I hadn’t realized that there was someone more unfortunate than me dealing with Amy.Imagine your own identity being stolen by someone you despise. Just because of a fleeting moment of desire, Clark Thomson disappeared, replaced by Alan Schmidt. I found too many differences between Clark and Alan. That’s why I never suspected they were the same person!But what’s worse than all this is the reality that Alan had prepared everything! He changed himself and then started a business just to attract my attention. I didn’t want to be full of myself, but this was obsessive!My heart pounded, and I stared at Alan intently. I knew there were no more lies he was hiding. Everything had been explained in detail by him—even too detailed!So now what?I moved awkwardly in my seat, unsure of what to say about all these revelations. M
Last Updated : 2024-08-26Winning My Ex-Crush 162: Pep Talk
Fenella’s POVMaybe I couldn't bear the burden anymore. I went to Boston hoping to find a bit of peace from all the mental strain about everything. Ugh, who would have thought Alan would chase me all the way to Boston?I no longer cared about anything. At that moment, I needed complete peace, which is why I went home and left Alan behind. When I got home, I realized I had also left my mother alone in the park with all those things. There was the trolley; my mother must still be strong enough to push it from the park to here, but it made me feel guilty.No, I couldn't see Alan again.Guilt gnawed at me bit by bit. How could he endure for so long to reach this point? How could he do everything with me as his main goal?I went into the house, up to my room on the second floor, and lay down on the bed. The back of my hand covered my eyes, and I remained motionless for a long time, thinking about everything.‘Even though Laird has rejected you and broken your heart, you’ve still liked him
Last Updated : 2024-08-26Winning My Ex-Crush 163: Desperate Measure
Laird’s POVI walked further into the building, passing wooden doors along the corridor. I stopped right at the second door at the end of the dead-end corridor. However, doubt momentarily held my hand back in the air.Was I really going to do this? Was this the right thing to do?A few times, I carefully weighed my decision. Come on, I had made it this far. It wouldn’t be funny if I had to turn back just because of personal grudges. I should finish this as quickly and professionally as possible.I cleared my throat before finally summoning the courage to knock on the enemy’s door. I stood waiting, repeatedly adjusting my tie and quickly rotating my shoulders. My forehead furrowed as no one opened the door, even though the receptionist had clearly said that Prosecutor Golden was confirmed to be inside his office. I knocked three more times, just to be sure.“Go away, Evans!”A harsh, deep voice came from inside the room. I snorted after hearing the prosecutor's rude dismissal. I looked
Last Updated : 2024-08-27Winning My Ex-Crush 164: Christmas Eve
Laird’s POVNothing had changed. Year after year, my father would host a Christmas Eve party, inviting a few colleagues and close neighbors. The line of cars along the street in front of our house confirmed that the party had long since started and guests were arriving just as my father had hoped.I tightened my coat and cleared my throat. My steps led me to the house across from ours. Not for the party, but to persuade and reassure my girlfriend that I still loved her.The green and red wreath on the white door hung neatly. In contrast to my house, the Baxter home looked quiet. There was no commotion, no line of cars in front of the house, and no staff walking back and forth serving guests with drinks or coats.I pressed the doorbell once. The chime sounded faintly from inside the house. It didn’t take long before someone opened the door.“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Baxter,” I said with a wide smile.“Oh, L
Last Updated : 2024-08-27Winning My Ex-Crush 165: Web of Business
Laird’s POV“Weren’t you mad at me?”She turned towards me this time. Her eyes were tearful, as if she were about to cry at any moment, but she still had the determination to narrow her eyes at me.I frowned when I heard Fenella’s question. I shook my head.“I wasn’t mad at you.”Hearing my answer, she immediately lowered her knees and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Her posture was rigid. Then she began a string of judgmental remarks.“Yes, you were. You saw that ad at the office, and you got mad. Then you started blowing rampage at Gene’s office and beating up Alan because of it.”“Wow, wow. Slow down, baby. Take a breath.”I raised both of my hands in the air. “Calm down,” I said in a deep voice slowly, hoping she would listen to me calmly.“Alright, I admit it. I saw t
Last Updated : 2024-08-28Winning My Ex-Crush 166: A Plan
Laird’s POVFenella's face grew even paler. It seemed she understood how dangerous and serious this situation was. We were going to face those devious mobsters and catch them."Can we?"An eyebrow of mine lifted when I heard the doubt in her voice. How different her tone was now compared to when she had spoken earlier with admiration about Alan, who had endured so much to win her over. Now, her enthusiasm had vanished, replaced by a soft, uncertain voice."Why are you so doubtful?""I mean, Peter Morgan, Amy’s husband, is a respected senator in Massachusetts. Amy is a socialite active on the board of social foundations throughout the state. And Alan," her voice suddenly faltered when discussing Alan.Fenella looked at me blankly. She turned away and sighed deeply. Her hand stroked her smooth, blonde hair."Alan is a scheming, ambitious sociopath who won’t stop bothering us anytime soon. You can’t let him ruin your life, can you?""Yes, but are you sure we can win against them? You’ve
Last Updated : 2024-08-28Winning My Ex-Crush 167: Key Target
Fenella’s POVI felt sorry for Alan. After hearing Alan's story about the seven years he had spent with Amy, I became sympathetic and reluctant to hurt Alan any further. Guilt overwhelmed me.However, what Laird said was true. I had to muster the courage to take action to keep Alan as far away from my life as possible.One could say I was the center of this mess. Consider me taking responsible action to deal with Alan. Therefore, I didn’t want to stay idle. I would contribute to solving this case as best as I could.“No.”Laird flatly rejected my idea. I knew he must have been angry. I was sure he wouldn’t want to give in and follow my crazy idea. We knew what happened when he followed my suggestions—a freaking mess."But, Laird. Think about it. How can I gather more in-depth information if I’m not close enough to his circle? I need to dive into it to get all the information we need, whateve
Last Updated : 2024-08-29Winning My Ex-Crush 168: The Question
Fenella’s POVLaird stared at me in silence. His face was calm, illuminated by the warm glow of the fireplace. The sound of Christmas carols floated softly from the Evans family home, contrasting with the quiet atmosphere of my house.“Yes, I do. I have always been and will always love you.”“Aren’t you lying?” I asked softly.“Why would I lie about that?” He whispered gently.“Aren’t you angry about the ad?”“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not mad at you, Fenella? From the beginning, we agreed to let the ad go and move on, right? Besides, the ad has already been taken down.” He shrugged as if the ad meant nothing to him anymore.“What about the people’s criticism of me? Don’t you see my social media?”He shook his head. “I don’t give a damn about that. I’ve always told you, even
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Winning My Ex-Crush 210: Revenge Served
Fenella’s POVThree months later…“State of New York vs. Alan Schmidt! All rise, and please be quiet!”The bailiff announced the case name in a loud voice. I sat in the audience with my heart pounding and my feet restless. The reporters waiting in the back of the room fell silent, capturing every moment as the judge entered.I squeezed Laird's hand to quell my nerves. He smiled at me and whispered that everything would be okay. I nodded and offered a small, reassuring smile in return.This was the final appeal at the Supreme Court. After this, Alan wouldn’t be able to appeal again until his sentence was served. After two long years of a drawn-out case with various appeals from Alan’s side, we had finally reached the finish line.The judge began reading various considerations and court notes. They took turns reading the decision documents. Time seemed to crawl, and I began to feel drowsy.I occasionally glanced at Alan, who sat in his prison jumpsuit. His once curly, neat hair had grown
Winning My Ex-Crush 209: Award Winner Supermodel
Fenella’s POVTwo years later…I held Laird's hand, squeezing the palm that felt damp with sweat. A smile appeared on my lips as I tried to calm the nervousness he had felt since we left the house. This was the first award ceremony for him, Dave, and Rowan. They couldn’t sit still in their seats either.I couldn’t deny that I felt the same. My heart raced, even as the host made jokes that had the audience laughing. Still, I tried to remain calm because I didn’t want to make him more anxious than he already was.“The winner of the Best Mobile Game of the Year is...” The music stopped, the announcer paused, tension built, “My Supermodel!”“Oh! Thank God!” I exclaimed behind my hands that covered my open mouth.“Congratulations, honey!”I immediately stood up and hugged Laird tightly beside me. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his lips strong and quick. He smiled broadly and whispered for a moment, “I love you, baby. Thank you.”“Congratulations!” I shook hands with Dave and Rowa
Winning My Ex-Crush 208: You and I
Fenella’s POVI stood at the edge of the balcony. My hands are firmly gripping the iron rail of the balcony as my eyes gaze at the nighttime scenery in the distance. Puerto Vallarta, a cliff with a stunning coastal view that showcases the beautiful side of Mexico.Perhaps there is truth in the saying—including Lloyd's yesterday—that bad memories must be replaced with good ones.Since arriving in Mexico until now, all the bad memories have been erased and replaced with the beauty of a honeymoon vacation with the love of my life. It's not bad, really.Despite the heavy trial we went through yesterday, we finally had some peace of mind. The night breeze blows through my hair. There's a strange sensation, but I don't want to go into the room yet. Until Laird came from the balcony door and immediately hugged me, enveloping me in soothing warmth.“Hey,”“Hi, baby. Are you done showering?” I asked, raising my head to look at Laird's face for a moment.“Yup.”“You smell nice,” I said as I inh
Winning My Ex-Crush 207: Objections!
Fenella’s POV“Oh, sweet Mother, that was divine!” Jessy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then he opened his eyes wide while his mouth continued chewing my mother’s crab cakes. The murmurs and cheers were still heard until he finally finished his last bite.“I was glad you liked them,” my mother smiled broadly.“I didn’t just like them. I loved, loved, loved them!”Everyone around us laughed at Jessy’s confession. We felt the same way because my mother had succeeded in making a super delicious wedding reception dish. Truly, our Baxter family home was filled with guests. Even though we had invited only a small number of people, our home had never been this lively.The decorations of pink, white, and red flowers and balloons filled the entire room. The furniture had been rearranged to create enough space for the guests to dance or chat. Soft music played through the speakers set up in the corner of the room.Occasionally, guests would step up to change the music, hold the microph
Winning My Ex-Crush 206: Little Happiness
Fenella’s POV“Honey, you looked absolutely stunning,” my mother said. “Thank you, Mom.” I smiled wide upon hearing my mother's compliment. She handed me a bouquet of wedding flowers that was a mix of pink, red, and white colors. I then grabbed the small bouquet and held it tightly. “I couldn’t believe we pulled this off all in just a week.” My mother shook her head, her eyes wide. “We even thought to get married the day after he proposed, but I remembered your words about wanting to prepare every detail of my wedding. You only have one chance because I'm your only daughter, so here we are.”“I just hoped those fruit tarts and crab cakes would be enough for all the guests.” “It’s okay, Mom. If the food wasn’t enough, we could stuff them with the wedding cake. That’s the job of the five-tier cake you ordered.”“You're right. I'm grateful that Mrs. Maddox's bakery shop is willing to take on the order." She sighed and stared at my face."Oh, I wish your father could see you, even th
Winning My Ex-Crush 205: Will You?
Fenella’s POV“Fenella.”“Yes, Laird.”Laird called me right after I arrived at the apartment.“Where are you right now?”“I'm at the apartment,” I replied quickly as I grabbed a glass of mineral water from the dispenser.“Oh, thank goodness. I'm on my way home,” he said.The apartment door opened, and I immediately saw Laird's figure enter. My mouth was slightly agape, with my eyes widening. My forehead wrinkled as I watched him walk in. I glanced at the clock on the table and realized it was 2 p.m.“Fenella,” he called in his distinctively low voice.He stepped inside and met me in the kitchen. I hurriedly set my water glass down on the dining table. For some reason, Laird's face looked different. There was a hint of a happy smile on his face, though the look in his eyes was dark, and I couldn't describe the meaning behind it.“You're home? One second you're calling me, the next you're standing in front of me,” I chuckled.Suddenly, he let down his backpack on the floor. Then he hug
Winning My Ex-Crush 204: Daddy Issues
Laird’s POVI took several deep breaths and let them out. I couldn't help but feel uneasy and anxious, and various bad thoughts were raging in my mind. My hands repeatedly smoothed my tie or combed my hair. Hell, I couldn't calm myself down!This wasn't the first time my father had gone this far. Using bodyguards to pick up other people by force, who does he think he is?I hate his methods. He's called the shark of the legal world for a reason. This is how he acts. Stalking, coercing, and making people bend to his will until they're crushed by Hugo Evans' ambition.Now he was after Fenella. He flew from Boston to New York for her. I just knew it.I almost know what my father wants from my girlfriend. Maybe he wants to tell her to stay away like some of the girls I dated at university. It could also be that he wanted to ask about the case involving me and Malgolm Golden together.Whatever it was, I was waiting for a call or mes
Winning My Ex-Crush 203: Please Don’t Preach
Fenella’s POVMy eyes blinked after hearing Mr. Evans' words. My brow furrowed as I tried to understand his reasoning and failed miserably. I remained silent, but eventually, my heart was stirred to dig deeper.“Excuse me? Why is that?” I asked slowly, being careful not to make a misstep.“Because he helped my enemy,” Mr. Evans replied firmly.Again, I could only blink. An enemy? Yes, Laird had told me how Mr. Golden had an affair with his mother. But wasn’t that ten years ago? In fact, Mr. Evans had been busy with his young girlfriend.Still, Laird had helped to do the right thing. I didn’t want to argue with him, but I began to feel that Mr. Evans' disappointment in Laird was beyond reason.“But he helped capture criminals. He has contributed to the community.” I voiced my opinion again and swallowed to ease my nervousness.“You don’t know anything, kid. He helped my arch-enemy without considering my feelings.” Mr. Evans scoffed in frustration. “How dare he? Sometimes Laird can be u
Winning My Ex-Crush 202: Live Location
Fenella’s POVI willingly got into the black van, leaving Jessy alone on the sidewalk. I was sure he would immediately contact Laird. Maybe he would explain the situation to him, and Laird would call me right away.Sure enough, my phone rang just minutes after the van had driven away from Laird’s office building. I answered the call immediately.“Hello, Laird.”“Hey, Fenella. What is this about Jessy seeing you being abducted by a black van? He said you willingly got into the vehicle and mentioned it was my father’s men.”Laird asked with tension in his voice. His breath sounded hurried on the phone, but I didn’t want to make him more anxious.Well, yes, I was panicking too because suddenly I had been approached by men in black suits who resembled mafia. However, they mentioned Hugo Evans, Laird’s father. I didn’t want to give his father a bad impression, or I would lose th
