All Chapters of Married To My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Christabel's POV Pacing anxiously in the hall, my mind was so clouded, racing with all kinds of stuff, and so was my heart beating so loudly in my ribcage. What was keeping them so long? We were already starting to worry. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket, startling me. "Ah!" I screamed, my face flushing in embarrassment, as their eyes landed on me. As fast as I could, I fumbled for my phone. Andre cast a glance at me, seeing my nervous antics. ~Ring, ring. The phone continued, and I fished it out of my pocket, the others, not paying kind to my actions. Unexpectedly, it was taking longer than expected with the acupuncture. Doctor Felicia said it took only three to four hours to do this, but it had passed five hours since they had been in there now, and it was already mid-noon. "Why aren't they out yet?" John said, looking at the door calmly, but his eyes betrayed him. His eyes were filled with apprehension, and so were the others, but my hands were s

Andre's POV."Sir? Should we sign a contract with the Bensons?" Mark's crisp voice wafted to my ears as I sat facing the laptop.I looked up from my work, taking in his poise form as he held out a paper for me to see while adjusting his glasses. "Let me have a look at that," I said, taking the paper from his hand to go through it.It has been three months since the last incident, and also three months since we last heard anything from Bobby or Gale. After what happened in the hospital three months ago, we discovered that the McDonald's company was completely ruined, and had to shut it down to satisfy the public. It was an unjust cause, but there was nothing we could do about it. With the help of my wife Christabel, we were able to start up a new company.From the stay at the hospital, the only good thing that came out of it was Christabel meeting a famous behemoth in the business industry— Clara.The old lady was willing to help us start our company only in Christabel's name. "Th

Christabel's POV"I just want to tell you all that Andre McDonald is truly a demon who should never be allowed to live because he's done horrible things to me."The room was eerily silent, except for the sounds of fake sobs leaving Jacqueline's lips.Beside her was the criminal we have been looking for these past months— Bobby, with a sad face on.He wrapped his arm around Jacqueline in a comforting embrace, looking at the camera occasionally to buy pity from the people. From where I sat I could smell the fakeness of their acting which made me curse out loud.But sadly, the people bought it. Enthusiastically, the reporter shoved the mic up Jacqueline's face, throwing questions about Andre's treatment to her. "Oh," she sniffed, dabbing the tissue under her eyes. "I am sorry for having a breakdown, but saying all these things brings back painful memories.""We understand Miss Jacqueline." The female reporter nodded, "Take your time."Jacqueline smiled kindly at the reporter, the acti

Christabel's POV"Sir, can you please reconsider this?" I asked, pushing some files into the hands of an investor, but he shrugged it off, letting the papers fall to the ground. "I am sorry Mrs McDonald, but I refuse to cooperate with your company, and nothing you say can convince me." He said, before walking off. I hurried after him, my heels clicking on the floor as I ran through the hallway. "Mr Wichita, please, you are my last hope," I begged, stopping in front of him as he pressed the button on the elevator. He looked at me, his old face dyed with wrinkles of maturity, his stern eyes locked into mine. "Mrs McDonald, your offer sounds tempting, but there is nothing I can do for you. Please excuse me." I slumped, watching as he entered the elevator, disappearing from my sight. I bit my lips, my eyes stinging with tears.This was the fifth rejection today. It had been a week since the announcement made by Jacqueline and Bobby on live television and as Mark said, our company's s

Christabel's POVHolding onto my bag while I crossed the road, I couldn't help the tension that suddenly built in my heart.Pausing in my steps, I lowered my head, looking at my toes through the flat sandals I wore. My heart was racing, and I felt my breath stuck against my throat as I thought of what today was. Today was D-day, meaning it had been two days since I met Jacqueline at the parking lot, and I still didn't dare to tell anyone. Clutching my bag, guilt washed over me.Andre had told everyone about meeting Bobby at the court, as well as the possible hand he had in the case while I kept quiet about mine.What was I to do anyway? I couldn't walk up to Andre and tell him I had made a deal— well, sort of, with Jacqueline.That would shatter him."Hey, get off the road!" An angry yell came from behind me, causing me to snap out of my daze. Hurriedly, I apologized to the red-faced man who had bags of groceries in his hands, before making way for him as he cursed while moving.Si