บททั้งหมดของ The Wife He Wants Back!: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

HUDSON'S POV I took a moment to actually look at her though, her short black hair that was styled in some sort of beach wave kind of thing as it hanged loosely around her shoulders, coupled with her complete white outfits, a top & trouser, and topped off with a cream colored shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She looked modest and at the same time elegant, despite her age. Only Mom could pull off such a look, she looked good."So my end point is that you two are a team, no one can afford to loose the other player. At least not right now, not now that Abrille has this condition. You need to -"So she told you that, huh?" I interrupted calmly, my gaze fixed on her features to make sure I read every one of the emotions that crossed her face. She pursed her lips at my question and swallowed gently before speaking, "Yes, she told me. She-"Did she also tell you her role in all of this?" I cut her off again, adjusting on my seat as i got serious. It was high time I put an end to this conv

Third person POV *****Night of the show The stage was set up with big bright lights flashing down to give the audience a clear view of the presenters currently on stage. And right at the center were ten young dancers, completely dressed up for the role that were presenting. Each of them, not looking more than six years of age."We rock! Hurray!" They echoed in perfect sync and froze in their positions, the music in the background stopping almost immediately as everywhere fell dead silent. But then a moment later the sea of parents burst into cheers and applause, their delighted whistles piercing the air causing the young performers to grin excitedly before breaking free in their poses. Their innocent eyes sparkling with excitement and in the spur of the moment, a tiny dancer squealed, "Mommy! I did it!" spotting her mother in the front row. "Yeah, That's my girl!" The lady exclaimed, with as much enthusiasm flashing her personal camera wildly at the littke girl and the cro

THIRD PERSON POV ****At the dinner after the show The sounds of glass clicking filled the air as the environment buzzed with light conversations and laughter, warm breeze moving gently in the space, probably due to the trees in the school grounds. But regardless, most will say it was a welcomed change from the heavily air conditioned hall they had just left about 30 minutes ago. True to the proprietress words, a dinner was specially organized after the show for the parents. Nothing too grand, just a few meals to warm the tongue and enough champagne to wash it all down but still, the chairs arrangement remained in the order of relevance to the school. A rooftop space was used to host the dinner. Several round tables that had already been decorated with white tablecloths filled the space, the color-coded ties on each chair round the tables signifying the rank/relevance of each parent. An Ivory colored tie for the Diamond class, a burgundy chair tie for the Ruby class and lastly

HUDSON'S POV What was that thing people always said about listening to your instincts...That it was never wrong, right? You should always listen to your instincts! Well, It was the same case with me right now. I should've listened to that calm voice inside of my head. That voice that warned me of my daring ventures outside that exit door...to follow her, but at the end i didn't listen. I didn't heed to those warning bells inside of my head when I reached for the exit door or worse, when i followed the scent of that flowery fragrance. If only I listened, maybe I wouldn't be in this cock holding situation right now. "Huddie!" Charlotte called out loudly and instantly pulled me out of my thoughts. "Baby, where have you been?!" Quickly blinking away all distractive thoughts, and suddenly aware of my environment, I took brisk steps towards her. Forcing a smile as well to hide my inner turmoil as I took her side at the drink stand where I had initially left her earlier. "Are y

VALERIE’S POVThere is a fine line between persistence and destruction. A line that could either forge new beginnings or bring havoc to a person, that is why it’s advised that in everything there should be moderation. A balance…don’t do too much, don’t do too little. Give room for self-reflection, but yet, some people just can’t seem to understand this principle. They never learn, they never stop…until everything comes crashing down.*BOOM*“Valerie you wench! How dare you!” Amelia shrilled as her hand went flying straight to my left cheek, the impact alone sent me flying backwards till I landed on the cold white floors of the Rodriguez mansion with a thud. “How dare you play foolish tricks such as this?! Do you want to kill her?! You want to cause her harm!” she screamed some more, and quickly reduced her form to meet me on the floor, her hands slapping and pulling at my hair almost immediately.Pains quickly replaced my shock of been slapped. “Stop! Let go of me!” I screamed, while