Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Broken Ex Wife's Revenge : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

For Rina, the day couldn’t have gone any better, from seizing back the narrative and getting a sniff of her stardom, perhaps more. But unknown to her, the cosmos seemed to have other plans, sending her deep into a pore-infested barrel, unable to hide from the poking. But that night, she returned to the hotel with Zayn, all smiles and sighs, until she was seated inside the car. Then, the smile faltered when she felt Zayn put a little distance between them, his arm slipping off hers. Of course, it was all a facade. How dare she forget?The ride was slow, perhaps the slowest Rina had ever experienced. Her eyes were fixed on her phone to keep away time, to keep herself from noticing the tension in the air, how both their arms lay side by side, aching to touch, yet never reaching out. A sigh escaped her lips as she returned her attention to the post Ginny had just made. Back in the hall, Rina had sent a video of her ring, with Zayn kissing it. She was over the moon to receive it and didn’t

She was out of the house in the morning, dressed in a flowing white dress that made her stand out amongst the others in the breakfast spot. Her golden arm cuff shone under the soft glare of the morning sun bouncing off the window they sat close to, the shiny brown hues creating beautiful patterns on the table. It was the second time she re-crossed her legs, looking out at the road, even if there was someone right in front of her.Different emotions went through her as she sat there, her mind reeling and her eyes hazy. She wanted to say a lot of things, yet desired to say nothing at the same time. The silence was comfortable, like a quilt draped over someone on a chilly winter night, instantly providing warmth. But there was also the fact that it could be taken away from her at any time. Despite her fears, she had never had this one yanked – talk about consistency throughout the years. She’d missed this.The waiter came with a cup of hot cocoa for her and coffee for him, along with to

The plane touched down, and Rina stretched her limbs out, grateful to be back home. Although, she loved her job with Pages of Claire, it still felt great being back in her own terrain, where she had grown to know and love. Igor waved her in the distance and she wheeled her suitcase over from the private landing, smiling at him. She took off her sunglasses as she got closer to him, and Igor retrieved the suitcase from her. Rina couldn’t help it as she gazed around, looking for Zayn anywhere in the small crowd. When she didn’t find him, there was a sudden pain in her chest. It was funny, because during the flight, she had psyched herself into believing that she wouldn’t be hurt if she didn’t see him around, but there she was, nursing a bruised heart. Shrugging it off, Rina followed Igor out of the airport into the car parked out front. She sat at the back, peering her eyes at the insides of the BMW while Igor got behind the wheel and pulled out onto the road. “Did Zayn get a new car?”

Deep in the arms of sleep, Rina felt someone touch her. It was as soft as a feather but very intentional. She snuggled further into its comfort, feeling her lips rise in a smile as she fell deeper into her slumber. But when she felt it again, along with the calm it brought, she wondered where it was from, and why it was still present. Slowly, her mind began to work, bringing her back to the present. She remembered the bathtub and the music playing from her speaker. She remembered the half glass of wine on the floor, forgotten as she leaned her head against the tiles, hoping for just a few minutes of rest.Rina’s eyes slowly opened, no panic in them, as she beheld Zayn’s face staring down at her. He was seated on the bed beside her, a hand suspended mid-air like he’d been touching her. Zayn looked at her ruefully, withdrawing his hand to his side. Clearing his throat noisily, he got off the bed and put a considerable distance between them. She made to sit up, but his eyes shone in sudd

They went up into the broadcasting room, the lighting and sound already set in perfect order. Zayn took her hands and helped her up the podium, waiting for her to get seated, facing the camera, before following suit. He was being extra careful with her, extra touchy, and even though to Rina, it felt like Zayn was only doing that to keep up with the idea people have of them, it was the opposite to him.Zayn couldn’t keep his hands away, neither could his thoughts remain static without straying to Rina. It worried him more than he dared to mention, still, he couldn’t deny the fact that the memories of her felt great. They filled him with warmth and made him think love wasn’t such a bad thing after all. But every second it occurred to him, he shook out of it immediately, not wanting to be dragged into that.The host was a different lady from the person who had walked them in, but Rina was pleased to find out it was the same host as the one that had featured Joel Osteen. She was exactly t