All Chapters of CHASING MY EX-WIFE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Richard’s POVA lump sticks to my throat at the question. Before I can recall asking her the same question a few days ago, I wonder why she asked.Eve.She must be curious about Eve and how our relationship turned out.This is it. An opportunity. The right opportunity was what I was looking for.A smile touches my lips as I reply with a shake of the head. “No, I am not. Why do you ask?”“Pure curiosity," she answers sharply, as if expecting me to question why she asked such a question out of the blue.“Are you sure?” There is a look of amusement on my face. I am amused that she is curious about me. I am amused that she is doing a very bad job at pretending to be someone else when everything else screams her name.She doesn't reply. “Are you sure it's not because I also asked you this same question some days ago?” I demand, leaning backward and taking note of Daisy's focus on my phone as she continues to munch on her donuts.I brought her here so I could get another opportunity next t

Richard’s POVThe penthouse greets me with silence as the sound of my foot echoes against the marble floor.Just before I can get to the foyer of the living room, my phone rings, breaking the stillness and quiet of the house.Dumping my briefcase, I fish out the phone to see my mother's name flashing across the screen. I pick as I slouch on the sofa.“Mom?”“Are you home yet?” She asks with a concerned tone, making me wonder what could be wrong.Our relationship over the years has gone from bad to worse to good. When my father died, she wanted me to take over his company, which I did. I did everything she wanted, including my choice of study, my university, and even marrying Arabel. I was a bad child then.But when I divorced Arabel, our relationship became worse. We fought each time we met. She detests seeing me, so she said.When she fell ill, I was at her bedside. I left the company and everything else to tend to her, which led to the downfall of my father's company. I cried every

Richard’s POVGlad is an understatement for how I feel. But it is ruined by the heavy downpour, which starts as soon as I step out of the garage where I went to get the files I forgot behind.I race back up, concerned about getting wet by the rain.When I get to the elevator, I smile to myself at this golden opportunity. Everything is working to my advantage, and for the first time in years, I believe in fate.This is an opportunity to make things right, and I am not willing to mess it up. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine being neighbors with my ex-wife. The apartment has been empty for too long. I never saw the need to give it out until my mother mentioned it three months ago.I told my agent, and he promised to let me know when someone wants it. I have been staying here alone for four years. The silence and peace it brings didn't want me to give out the second apartment at first.But I was healing. Now, I guess the reason for my healing is because of this. It is time to

Richard's POVSo disoriented, I rise from my misery when a chuckle reaches my ear, making me flicker my eyes open to see a pair of brown eyes that remind me of Arabel.It isn't Arabel. It is my mother. “Finally, someone is awake,” she murmurs before passing me a cup of coffee, which I take quickly to quench my thirst.When I gulp down everything, I raise a brow in question. “What happened?”She watches me for a while before asking with concern. “You don't remember?”That causes me to shake my head and feel like I've just recovered from a severe hangover.Was I drunk? I wasn't.It's been a while since I drank, so why can't I remember a thing?I stare at my mother as I try to remember when it hits me. It was raining. I was outside when it rained. I called Ashley. Then what happened?"You were out by the time I arrived," she tells me, judging from my expression that I remember everything now.“Oh!” I mutter.I called Ashley to get my mother. I must have lost consciousness before mother

Richard's POVIn just three minutes, she rushes out, dashing towards the exit. With nerves fluttering in my stomach, I run after her. I knew she was going to do this. I knew she was uncomfortable with all the questions and conclusions about her being my ex-wife.I know she is a shy person. Timid and soft.She can't take this. I know this, which is why I had to stay close to find out what she had decided.I wanted to suggest taking her back home to see if she was okay with it. I am also uncomfortable having to explain to everyone that she isn't Arabel.Telling them she is will cause a rancour, and I am not in to explain anything to any of them."Bella!" I shout out her name as she stops near a red car, which I assume is for that guy, until she fishes out a car key and opens the door.I rush forward to stop her.“What happened?” I question with confusion, even though I know what might be wrong.“Nothing, I just need to go home.” She almost rushes into the car, but I am quick to stop he