All Chapters of I Married Her To Become The CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amy Ethan thinks he can play me?! He thinks maybe he's going to break up with me without me agreeing. I am the one who decides who I put with and it's me who decides if this relationship should continue or end. No one has the right to break up with me, at least he hasn't been born yet. Who does he think he is? Does he believe that this little girl who still has snot in her nostrils can snatch my man away from me? Because yes, Ethan is my man. It is with him that I have decided to end my life when I want to settle down. We have been together for several years. He always took good care of me without complaining. He came back to me at the slightest snap of my fingers. He obeyed my finger and eye like a little doggie. And me, I always made myself desired because I know he's crazy about me. And that's not going to change overnight. Even when he found out about some of my infidelities, he still stayed with me. This little girl is not going to dethrone me from her heart. I am not ready to a

Amy As they say, for great ills, great remedies. "Naëlla doesn't want to come to us, well, we have to find a way to get to her." I say to Charles staring into the air. "How do I get to her if she's avoiding me like the plague?" he inquired worriedly. "I'm not talking about you, but I'm going to go to her." I say in a resolute tone. "How are you going to do that? Her idiot husband is never going to allow such a thing." "We will see." I tell him, staring into space. I was determined to achieve my goals. And for that reason, no one was going to stop me. So the next day, I went to Ethan's. I know that he is at work and that his wife is alone since she has already taken her exam and she passed it. When I arrived, she was indeed alone as I had expected. "Hello!" I said when she opened the door. "Hello Madam, what can I do for you?" She asks, looking at me strangely. "I know you're wondering what your husband's ex is doing in your house. Can you let me in?" "I don't think that's a

Naella Why these grimaces on the faces of my husband and his friend? And my husband who spits out his mouthful? I do not understand. Is it because of my meal? Impossible ! I had prepared everything as it should and I remember that I insisted on making these dishes in person, while ensuring that everything was perfect. However, I was soon to come out of my illusions. Just bringing the spoonful to my mouth, I spat it out, throwing myself at the bottle of water in front of me. I pour water into my glass and drink quickly. What happened ? Where does this excessive salt in my meal come from? There wasn't that though when I finished prepping. I look up at Ethan, just as lost as he is. The disappointment I read in his eyes forces me to lower my eyes. I feel very bad. I do not understand anything anymore. It was I who prepared the food from start to finish. No one helped me with seasoning or anything else. I tasted good and all the ingredients were in their place. I also remember that Amy h

Ethan I am happy that everything is back to normal with my wife. "I can't stand that you don't want me my love. It's my greatest fear!" I exclaimed, stroking the back of Naella who is lying on my chest. "Darling, I will never hold it against you. I can reassure you that I have no regrets about marrying you. On the contrary, I bless God morning and evening for this wonderful man He has given me." Her words produce such pleasing effects in my heart. "I have good news for you." I said placing a kiss on her forehead. "Which ?" she asks excitedly. "We will go to work together this morning. You can already start your internship today." I answered. "Wow bb, thank you!" She exclaims with pride. "I should have thought of this long before and we wouldn't have had to go through what happened. I realize you're naive. Your husband's ex can never be your friend. You can greet each other when you meet, but not from there to become friends to the point where you let her come to your house."

Naella Charles' mother comes towards me, a smile on her face. She lost everything, she looked like she was sick. "My daughter, how are you?" She always asks me with a smile on her face. "I'm fine mum. What happened to you? Are you sick? Why have you lost so much weight?" I ask her, looking worried. "Ah my daughter! That's life. At my age, small illnesses are inevitable. The doctor diagnosed me with diabetes and since then it's been bothering me like that." She explains to me. "I'm sorry mum! But why is Charles letting you work with your illness? You should rest and eat well." I was indignant. "Ah my daughter, Charles, I don't know what's become of him. It's been nearly five months since we've seen each other again. He refused to leave the apartment you rented for us there, when I I asked him. He says he hates me because I gave you bad advice." She tells me, sorry. "What? Has this guy gone crazy?" I inquired, not believing my ears. "I myself cannot recognize my son. He has beco