All Chapters of A Broken Ex Wife's Revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rina halted at the door the minute she realized there was someone inside. Nothing had given it away, other than the slight wavering of the curtains in the living room. If Rina hadn’t been so psyched with the fear that someone might trail her home each time she left the house, she might not have noticed it. The person inside had seen her. Rina was sure of it. That was the only thing that explained the fast letting go of the curtains, and the seemingly hiding away from view. Stilling her breath, Rina knew she had to act fast before whoever it was got outside. Her legs moved first, sliding backward while still watching the door. She watched it push open in slow motion, and her flight senses kicked in. But before she could bolt, she heard a familiar voice say, “Stop, Rina.”Her legs stopped moving, as Rina allowed the baritone to embrace her. Her pulse raced and her skin flushed as Zayn came into view, leaning on the door frame with a grim expression and his hands folded across his che

“You are right,” Zayn breathed. He obviously wasn’t used to doing this, but that was what got to Rina mostly. It was the fact that he was willing to apologize for something he’d said, even when the whole world knew Zayn Graham wasn’t one to apologize. “I shouldn’t have jumped to a conclusion, especially not after everything you’ve been through. The whole world doesn’t believe you right now, so I shouldn’t pull that on you as well. The basis of a good contract is belief in the other’s judgment, so I’m going to trust yours going forward as long as you do the same.”To anyone else listening, it was sure to sound like propositions in a formal meeting, But if they came closer, they would notice how Zayn held Rina’s gaze. He watched her intently, his eyes slowly caressing hers. Rina found herself unable to say anything, spellbound by the moment. Her lips parted slightly, and she squirmed underneath his gaze, feeling the temperature in the room go up a notch. Zayn blinked, then turned away

Mr. Graham was in his study when Zayn walked in briskly. He was a very agile man, who even in his older years, still had a certain charm and strength to everything he did. He was going through some papers, but stopped mid-way and looked up to welcome his son home.“I was beginning to think you might turn down this invitation as well,” his father said, shaking his head subtly. “When was the last time you’ve been home?’“You said it was urgent,” Zayn replied, making himself slightly comfortable on the white couch away from the desk. “What happened?”“So you wouldn’t have come home if it wasn’t.” It wasn’t posed as a question because both Zayn and his father knew the veracity of those words. Although Zayn loved his parents and could do anything for them, there were just some variants that made him weigh his choice each time he felt like coming over.But when his mother had called the previous to inform him it was pretty important he was over at the house that morning, Zayn had at once, p

The only interference they had was the one time Joel’s phone rang, but he was quick to swipe the end button, paying rapt attention to Rina. He watched as her lips moved, accentuating every word she said, and the way her eyes lit with excitement when spoke about something she particularly enjoyed.There were gaps in the story, like how she breezed over the doorbell she’d heard ring that morning, but didn’t actually tell him what she’d found. But Joel didn’t push it. If he was going to be friends with her, he needed to allow it to work out naturally. She didn’t trust him enough to share every single detail about herself. And in truth, Joel couldn’t blame her. She’d been through a lot.“How about your day?” Rina laughed, her red hair catching in the light. “I’ve been the only one talking. Now that I think about it, I just might have bored you to death.”“No.” Joel shook his head slowly, his eyes watching her face intently, memorizing every detail. “You can’t bore me. I actually enjoy hea

It was already evening by the time Rina left the constructed building for the O.S.N fashion house. She stood just a few minutes away from it, her face raised up to the gathering clouds. It was going to rain that night, so the logical thing was to return home before it met her on the way.But as Rina reached out to flag down a taxi, she remembered the note Zayn had sent earlier that day. The taxi stopped in front of her, with the driver sticking his head out of the window to ask where she was headed.Rina shook her head softly, her red silky strands bouncing across her back, and a few coming to the sides of her face. She pushed them behind her ears as she leaned closer to the driver. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I changed my mind.”The driver nodded and sped away in the distance, surprising Rina. She’d been so sure he’d recognize her and dish out his own venom without holding back. Perhaps, not everyone knew her as much as she thought. And there was also the possibility that not everyon