Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Unwanted Wife: Revenge After Divorce : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

AMELIA Bright and early the next morning, I was at the mayor's office. I was so excited to be there, hoping we were to immediately start preparations for the yearly project. "He is expecting you," the secretary said immediately I introduced myself. "Please step into his office. He will be right with you." I nodded my thanks, confidently marched into his outer office and immediately stopped short. Already seated in one of the chairs, smirking and looking very pleased with himself was Noah. After recovering a little, I took a seat as far away from him as possible. I ignored him, but couldn't help noticing that he kept smiling sheepishly. What was his doing at the mayor’s office? And why did he have that dirty look of his? Minutes later, the door to the mayor's inner office opened. He appeared at the door and smiled at us. "Mrs. Amelia. Mr. Noah. Please, come right in. I was making some urgent phone calls just now. Sorry for keeping you both waiting." I frowned. I thou

AMELIA I couldn't sit still for long. I stood with my hands clasped together, offering a silent prayer to whatever force was out there. I had to get this contract. I just had to. Even the universe had to agree that I deserved a break after all I had been through. I couldn't let Noah take this one thing from me again. I had to get this. Noah's voice interrupted my musings. "Scared already?" he smirked. "I think I understand how you feel. You must feel like a fish out of water. You shouldn't have tried to fit into where you obviously don't belong in the first place. Next time, stick to accepting your husband’s award on his behalf. Women have no place in the business world.” I said nothing, but my eyes did the talking. His taunts were probably a way to overcome his nervousness about the board's decision. I knew he was nervous, too, and I had seen it on his face when the board commended my proposal. I had to get this contract so I could shut him up once and for all. I

NOAH "Tell me, Lucy, who have you been visiting lately?" Her look of surprise was very believable—almost. I knew very well that Monique never gave untrue information. Her vast information network was always accurate. If she said Lucy had been paying frequent visits to this, Mr Thompson, then Lucy was doing just that. "Talk to me, Lucy," I said. “Have you suddenly gone mute?” "I- I don't know what you are talking about," she said with a slight shake. "What is all this talk about visiting people? Who am I supposed to have visited?" "You visited a Mr Thompson," I said. "Yeah. I can see from that look on your face that you already know who I am talking about. So what's this about you and Thompson? Oh, wait. Before you answer that, tell me how you manage to visit this guy regularly. You always claim you can't do anything, move or go anywhere because of your pregnancy, so tell me how you find the time and strength to sneak off to visit people." "Oh... that." "Yes. That," I s

NOAH I drew back the sleeve of my shirt to check the time, almost tearing the fabric in the process. Was it only five minutes I had been waiting in this damned reception area? It felt more like twenty. And what the hell was the mayor still doing in there anyway? Didn’t his secretary communicate to him how urgent my business with him was? I shook back my sleeve. Sitting was not an option. I could not have managed it even if I tried. With every second I spent here, my building remained under threat of demolition. I couldn't trust that Amelia bitch not to bring the whole place down even before the twenty-four hours were up. The mayor would help me. I knew he would. When Amelia's stupid decisions were questioned, that would take her down a peg or two. I resumed pacing. I had not taken more than a couple of steps when I heard my name. "Mr Allen, the mayor will see you now." About time! I nearly growled at the secretary. With a curt nod in her direction, I marched into t

NOAH I returned home in a foul temper. Only 'foul' was not good enough to describe my mood. If Amelia were here, I probably would do something both of us would regret. Or maybe just me because she would not be alive to entertain regrets. How could she? How could she do that to me? I kicked the front door open and stormed into my sitting room. I dumped all the files I was carrying onto the centre table. Some files slid off and fell on the floor, but I didn't care. They could burn to ashes for all I cared, just like the way I was currently burning with anger. My company's branch at Milkirk Avenue was gone, reduced to dust, mortar, and rubble. I had barely managed to supervise getting most of the company's equipment out in time before the demolition had begun. Amelia had left not one stone standing. I watched it. I had raved. I had threatened, but there had been nothing, absolutely nothing I was able to do about it. It wasn’t just my building that was brought down. My name,