All Chapters of MY SECOND CHANCE HUSBAND: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

And over the next few minutes, everyone says the same thing. By changing words or adding them, negotiators reach consensus. I receive compliments, which inflates the negotiator's ego in me. Well, that was aside from the fact that Carlos remained silent while everyone approved of my previous words."Mr. Hernández, we do not have all afternoon to wait for your answer" Ros murmurs.Hernández gets up from his seat and rests both hands on the dark marble of the table. He looks at me with piercing eyes in a way that captivates me, but challenges me at the same time. "I more than approve. It's perfect. You, as a negotiator, are perfect. Your way of thinking is more than professional, it's exciting. Here's to a long professional life together"**In the car on the way home, I think about how my afternoon unfolded. The meeting lasted about two hours, which was enough to discuss everything.Aaron remained quiet in a way I never thought possible, but he showed no weakness. He kept himself in his

I want to approach her and tell her how I really feel, but I am afraid. If I get close, the chances of her moving away are huge. "I shouldn't have waited for this fucking exam to believe you. Just do not tell me it's too late to get around this shit" I continue, despite only having his silence and his big watery eyes.For God! I do not want to, I can't lose this woman. Damn, I can't. May it take my life, but not my marriage!"Papers are important in your life, I understand. Well, I will give you one more. Wait for the divorce, Aaron"Her eyes are red, begging to release all the tears she doesn't want to let fall. To say that Elena is lost is an understatement, and it makes me understand that I can't say anything that will change her mind."And about dinner…" she begins, but pauses to take a long breath. I just listen.And I cry."We will. Your family is made up of very kind and welcoming people"I nod my head to indicate that I understand. What can I say? I just fucked up."There's no

"Mom, I will help Elena" I stand up as Dorothy walks back to the table, smiling at me as if we were accomplices."Don't use the opportunity to make a mess, kids" Elliot shouts. I want to use the same tone to tell him to go to hell, but that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me."I wonder where your education ended" I hear Mia murmur.I reach the top of the stairs with the same nervousness I felt on my wedding day. And there she is, beautiful as an angel, wearing the gift I gave her earlier."If you do not want to sleep with me, we can go home" I say. I do not want her to feel uncomfortable just to please others."Let's not sleep together" is all she says before starting up the steps. Honestly, a slap would have hurt less.Not that I understood what she meant by that, but I was just willing to follow her.Be whatever Elena wants!Upstairs, I go right down the hall to the door of my childhood bedroom. The place is not my favorite place in the world, but the feeling of anguish I feel doesn

"At the event… today" Welch looks disconcerted. He's never seen me so scattered.I nod and he starts talking about security procedures. I pretend to be interested and pay attention to every word, but the truth is that I can't."...and people who enter will have their credentials made upon entry using a biometric system, this avoids incidents""Good" is all I can say. "And Elena?" I ask, suddenly."She will be safe, sir. And undercover security will ensure her comfort as well" Welch assures. It's a shame the question wasn't related to that."She's in the Granger Holding convention hall, sir. Her and some organizers" Harley replies, as if guessing."Right. That was all" I conclude.My wife is away from home, minding her professional life and I am here... as useful as a sports car without an engine.The last hours are indifferent. I open the websites advertising the event to get some news or two about it, but they are all superficial. They do not talk about her, herself, about the determ

“I would like you to obey, before I have to do something to make you obey” is all he says.What a damn house, why so far away from the lobby?"Do you want me to be afraid of you?" I ask. This isn't the first time I've heard something like a threat, so I am not sure I need a question.“I want you to respect me”"You took me away from a party that I had a hell of a time organizing. Then you want to keep me stuck at home, and as if that wasn't enough, you said that I'd better obey you. All this after not believing me when I said that had been violated. What do I want to feel about you, anyway?" I say everything softly and slowly, so he understands how it affects me.As soon as the gates open and Harley parks in front of the entrance, I get out of the car. I do not wait for someone's help, or rather, permission.I walk inside the house, passing through the demotivating cold of the early morning in Seattle. Aaron doesn't follow me, on the contrary, he stays in the car for a few more minute