All Chapters of Return Of The Killer Ex-Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“She’s my wife!” Joshua’s statement brought silence to the room as he looked at me, smiling confidently.I couldn't break eye contact with him. If there was anything I expected after covering my face, it wasn't him smiling at me. I was prepared for his fury, but instead, I got a smile.“Your wife?” one of the journalists asked. Joshua turned to him, and his smile faded into a stern gaze. “I said, she’s my wife,” he repeated firmly.Whenever he called me his wife with that deep, resonant voice, it sent a shiver down my spine. The boldness in his tone gave me a different feeling, making my ears tingle.Immediately, murmuring erupted in the crowd. They were clearly caught off guard. If my face had been uncovered, everyone, including Marcus, would have seen me. This news was surely going to make headlines.“Mr. Hensaw,” another journalist with blonde hair raised his hand.Joshua flashed his eyes at him and nodded. “Why does she have her face covered? Let’s see the beautiful face of your w

“My grandmother is inscrutable by nature,” Joshua said as his eyes darted towards me.I wrinkled my forehead in confusion. “What do you mean?” I asked, shrugging softly.Joshua stood up and walked over to me. “What I mean is, you have to prove to my grandmother that you are meant for me. Otherwise, we…” Joshua spoke and trailed off, his demeanor a bit shaken.This was one of the rare moments I saw Joshua with such a vulnerable expression. “Or else what?” My heart raced as I asked.“Or else I think we are going to have a hard time keeping our marriage contract,” his baritone voice finally came back together.I narrowed my eyes. “Why?” I asked.Joshua stared at me intently for a while before he moved backwards and relaxed on the couch, the same couch I had slept on yesterday. “If my grandmother doesn’t approve of you, then we cannot make this work. I can’t even consider staying married if she doesn’t approve of it,” Joshua explained while seated, his eyes lowered.My ears tingled at the

“I want to be a co-CEO of your company,” I requested, my voice heavy in my chest and reverberating in my ears as I let out the words. The gravity of my request hung in the air like a storm cloud.Joshua’s eyes dimmed, and I saw the instant shock that covered his face. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing like a drum, as I anticipated what he was going to say next.“I want to be the co-CEO of your company for the next two years of our contract marriage until the contract is over. As soon as we break the contract, my position as co-CEO will be stripped off,” I explained further, looking Joshua straight in the face. I could see the tension in his jaw, the disbelief in his eyes.He remained silent, watching my face as though he was trying to read something from my expression, as if searching for a hidden agenda.“You must be out of your mind to think that I will make you a co-CEO of my family’s empire,” Joshua finally slammed at me, a smirk of disgust and ridicule plastered on

“Just give me your phone!” I ordered, not minding that he was bare-chested. I crossed my arms around my cleavage, trying to maintain a semblance of composure despite the bare tension hanging in the air.I was teeming with frustration, and all I wanted was Joshua’s phone so I could see my child. The longing to see my child was almost unbearable.Joshua, without saying a word, stood up from the bed, his presence dominating the room. Our eyes locked, his towering figure casting a shadow over me. His green eyes bore into mine, a mix of curiosity and challenge flickering within them.“And what makes you think you can order me around, Mrs. Claire Hensaw?” he quizzed, his frown deepening, etching lines of defiance across his face.The air between us crackled with an unspoken intensity. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild rhythm that echoed my desperation. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in as Joshua’s gaze held me captive. His proximity was overwhelming, his body radiating warmth t

I should have known that Joshua wouldn’t have allowed me the chance to leave the house so easily. I gulped down a wad of saliva, feeling it slide uncomfortably down my throat, and used the back of my hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead. Anxiety and frustration swirled within me, tightening my chest.“But…” I began, about to push further despite knowing it would likely be a waste of time since Joshua had probably instructed him not to leave with me. Before I could finish my statement, the front door opened, and another guard quickly entered the car. My heart sank, and a wave of dread washed over me.“What is going on?” I asked, my brows lifting in confusion and irritation.“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, ma’am. I was the one who called him and told him to wait behind,” the new man said, his tone calm yet authoritative.I still didn’t understand what he was talking about. “Why did you do that? I’m in haste and I do not have time to waste,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. My