All Chapters of Return Of The Killer Ex-Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“How long will you keep pretending with that pathetic thief? Come to me, where you belong. I’ve always been the only man who truly deserves you.” Carlos’ intense gaze pierced through me, his voice a raw, unyielding command. I stood frozen, my hand unconsciously cradling my pregnant belly. I frowned at him, the small smile I had disappearing. “Carlos, I value our friendship, but my loyalty is to my husband. Don’t ever disrespect him or me again. Disrespecting him is disrespecting me.” Carlos didn’t flinch, his confident gaze unwavering. “Mia, can you just listen to me? I’ve loved you for so long. Please, give me a chance. That poor fool doesn’t deserve you!” “Are you serious right now?” I couldn’t help but raise my voice. “I’m six months pregnant! What is wrong with you?” “I know, but I don’t care. I’ll take care of you and the baby. I’ll pay Marcus off, whatever it takes. I just want you so badly,” Carlos pleaded, his strong cologne making my head swim. “Enough, Carlos! I lov

“What are you talking about? I didn’t kill anyone,” I cried out, but no one listened to my plea.I was bewildered; none of it made any sense. I had just seen Eunice, yet now I was being accused of her death. Despite my desperate pleas, heart pounding, I was taken to the police station and interrogated.“Why did you kill her?” the bearded police officer in front of me asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips.“I swear to you, I did not kill Eunice. Please believe me. Please,” I folded my hands in tears, my voice breaking.How did I get myself into this situation? I asked myself repeatedly.“Your fingerprints are on the weapon you used to kill her. What do you have to say about that?” the officer asked.My eyes widened in confusion. None of it made sense. The room seemed to close in on me as I stared at the inspector, his words echoing in my mind."My... my fingerprint? On what weapon?" My body trembled, my back aching even more.“Where were you before going to the penthouse?” the insp

“I don’t have time for jokes. Leave!” I snapped, my frustration boiling over. I turned my eyes away from him and focused them back on the giant wooden cross at the altar.“Here is the check. Just marry me and you can become a billionaire if you so wish,” the man presented a check to me, his voice disturbingly calm.My face contorted with anger. “Who do you think you are? Can you please just let me be?” I spat, my voice rising.“I am Joshua Hensaw, CEO of Hensaw’s group of companies,” the man’s voice echoed in my ears, dripping with unshakeable confidence.Immediately, my eyes narrowed.“Hensaw,” I muttered to myself. The name rang a distant bell. I squinted, trying to dredge up the memory. “Voila!” My eyes widened in sudden realization. This surely was a dream.“You are The Joshua Hensaw? Son of Hensaw McDonald?” I asked, astonished.Joshua nodded. “Yes.”Immediately, I knew who I was talking to. I had come across the name, Hensaw Group of Companies, even when I was in prison. They we

“Let go, Emma,” Joshua’s voice vibrated in the room while the angry-looking woman grabbed my hand and was pulling me out of the room.Emma flamed a stare at Joshua’s hand, which was holding hers firmly. “You are holding me? What is wrong with you, Jay?” Emma wagged her head with a wrinkled forehead.I was in the middle of all this and I was far from terrified. “She is my wife, let go of her,” Joshua said slowly and confidently.“Your wife?” Emma dimmed her eyes and looked all astonished.I looked at him because the sound of him saying that was ecstatic. As much as I knew it was just an act, it still freaked me out. Emma, on the other hand, didn’t say anything further. She stared at Joshua intently and then looked at me with a hiss before she freed her grip on my hand and yanked her hand out of Joshua’s grip.I softly rubbed my hand, which was red then. “What is going on here, Joshua? You got married to… this old, tattered-looking thing? Some kind of joke, isn’t it?” Emma looked at me

“I don’t have a dress to wear,” I whispered from the bathroom after drying myself off. “I can’t wear the shorts and shirt I wore yesterday for breakfast and our supposed outing,” I added, my voice tinged with frustration.There was silence after I spoke. “Can you hear me? Are you there?” I asked, my eyes narrowing with worry.While still in the bathroom, wondering if Joshua had heard me, the bathroom door slightly pushed open. “Who is it?” I jerked back in fear, taking steps backward as I stood stark naked.There was silence after the door creaked open. Was it Emma or Joshua’s mother coming to get me? Multiple questions thundered in my heart as my eyes darted toward the door.“Who is it?” I asked again, my voice trembling.All of a sudden, a hand popped into the bathroom, holding clothes. “Take this,” Joshua’s baritone voice accompanied his hand, which dangled in the bathroom holding a dress.I picked up the dress. “Thank you,” I whispered reluctantly, staring at it before quickly put