All Chapters of The Legal Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

BRING IT BACK     “You should look into the one you bumped to when you apologize, Ashanti.” I looked at Kristoff who was looking directly at me. His perfect features are still as perfect as ever and his handsomeness never even shred off. Didn’t he even get lost when I went out of his life? He looks so damn fine. And I am wondering if he ever wept when I was gone. As for me, I tried my best not to get lost in his eyes. I had to take control over my emotions. I can’t lose now. Not when I kept telling everyone that I am the new Ashanti. I can’t lose everything I have learned just because I am in front of Kristoff now. I flashed a wide smile at him. “Sorry, Mr. Kristoff Marx.” I repeated as I bowed. “Sorry, I think you didn’t call me in my name. I’m Ashanti Michaels, not Marx.” I corrected him. Kristoff raised his brow at me. “I wasn’t wrong,” he replied. “You are Ashanti Marx.” He insisted. I pres

ENLIGHTENMENT  “Kristoff,” I called him, breaking the silence enveloping the room. We are in the living room and I am sitting across him.He looked at me as he drank his coffee. It’s two in the morning and I still got no sleep. We talked about a lot of things already, about our history, how he’s been doing, how his friends are doing, though, I know some because Genevieve tells me sometimes.This is it. If I am going to give him another shot, at least I have to know the details. If I am going to give him another shot, at least I have to know the truth.I took a deep breath to prepare myself to talk. “What are you and Bianca?” I questioned. Trust me, I have saved up all my other energy for this question and Kristoff better give me an honest answer.He gave a look. “What about us?” he asked back.I didn’t respond. Okay. If he’s not going to talk about this is

NOT THIS TIME  We are sitting here, in front of the operating room of Mt. Sinai Hospital. Dad had an ischemic stroke. A clot reached his veins in the brain and blocked the passageway of blood around his brain. He has history of Diabetes and Hypertension, so the doctor said it was likely to happen.I didn’t listen to further details. The good thing is my dad’s survival rate is high. That’s all that matters to me right now.My mom is crying heavily. I tried to console her and tell her that everything will be alright but it was no use. She couldn’t stop bawling.I looked to my right and saw Bianca weeping as well. I was told that she had been doing well on her cancer treatment. I was happy for her. After all, even though she’s a bitch, she’s still family.She looks weak right now. But Kristoff was there for her. He was hugging her and comforting her.I softened at the sight. Sometim

CHANGE  “Are you sure you’ll do this?” Hunter asked me as I am walking to Bianca’s hospital room.It’s been about a month when I last saw her in person. That was when Dad was hospitalized. Now, Dad already recovered. He’s at home and resting like a king.Kristoff and I have been better. He visits me every day in my unit. He’s trying to convince me to move back to our old house but I declined and refused the offer. Somehow, I loved what and where I am now.But what difference did it make? He comes home to me every day. His clothes got piled up in my place and it seems like we are living in one house again.Hunter, well, he is still Hunter Looney, the jerk with the inspirational messages from time to time. Nothing has changed with our relationship. He’s still my closest guy friend. And I am still his hot topic friend. I don’t know. He told me that one time.And no

ASHANTI  “What are you cooking, Ashanti?” Genevieve asked me as she leaned on the table while I am cooking something. She sounded really awful though. Oh. I can’t blame her though. I am not a goddess in the kitchen, okay. I acknowledge that.None taken.Instead, I chuckled at her. “I’m cooking something for Kristoff,” I replied as I continued to slice the onions.Genevieve wrinkled her nose. “That? You’re cooking that for your husband?” she asked me as she pointed at the onions.I looked at the onions then blinked at her, nodding. “Why? Is there something wrong?” I asked her.She sighed hard and rolled her eyes on me. Really now, Genevieve? What in the heavens did I do wrong?“Sissy, you won’t make a circle-shaped onion when you cut it that way. Cut it cross-sectional!” she told me.I looked at her confused. “Cro