All Chapters of The Wife He Wants Back!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Valerie's POV I stood up from the floor where I was cowering in anxiety and raced to the door with all my will power, leaving back all the dark memories that threatened to consume. Those double doors had never looked so beautiful, just standing there, shining like the key to my salvation. And finally, when I reached the handles I swung it right open, the warm breeze of the evening immediately hitting my tear stained cheeks and I slammed the door shut behind me. Trembling from both adrenaline and relief as I relaxed my back against it. Just as I thought I was safe, sharp excited screams suddenly filled the air and shook the devil out of me. "Surprise!!!" I stood frozen, my panicked eyes wide as I slowly took in the scenario in front of me. Everyone was present, Papa, Nanny Beth, the kids and even the staffs of the house, both old and new. Each person blinking excitedly at me while holding unto balloons and roses. By the side in the spacious yard was a long line of buffet, hel

HUDSON'S POV "You cannot do this! This should be illegal!" Cornels yelled, red veins popping on his forehead. "I can't do what exactly?" I asked calmly, a smirk playing on my lips. This dumb ass man thought he was the only one authorized to play the game, he had some nerves. The other investors had already filed out, leaving myself, Paul and red faced Cornels in the room that was used for the meeting, that obviously ended in my favour. None of the other idiots that had planned this whole coup with Cornels even dared to speak for him. Such traitorous old bastards! The minute I walked in, okay, maybe more like barging in since it was a supposed secret meeting to leave me stranded and then the assistant sent as Madame Joyce's representative appeared and announced her newest investments, every other person on the board of investors quickly switched sides in the blink of an eye. Could you believe that? If you didn't know, you would think Cornels was on drugs to even propose tha

HUDSON'S POV "Boss," he repeated, walking inside the office. "I apologize for taking so long boss, I had a bit of a err... situation..."I remained quiet, staring intensely at the nervous looking engineer seated in front of me.The man kept darting his eyes between James and I, while still holding onto his chair. "Err, boss?" James called out again, this time his tone was more skeptical. But I didn't acknowledge him.I was pretty sure I looked just about angry at this point but that wasn't the case at all. For some unknown reason my heart kept pounding loudly in my chest, Since James walked in. I had been struggling to control my quickened pulse rate, but it only seems to get worse as the brown envelope in James hand came into my line of sight.But why though? Was it excitement? I mean, I could understand if it was. I would finally be getting the info about that... that...ugh! That man, yeah, THAT man.I would be getting all the info I wanted about him. It was a thing of joy, wasn't

HUDSON'S POV It has been at least a couple of weeks, if not a month since I started frequently a certain Red Bites restaurant a couple of blocks away from Val's office and at least a two hours drive away from my office.You might want to ask why I kept driving from such a distance, taking so much stress and literally coming from the one end of the city to the other just to have dinner/lunch. But honestly? Even I don't know the answer to that question. I have been asking myself over and over for the past three weeks now and somehow I still came up with nothing. This was all James fault, I asked him to deliver to me complete info of the man messing around with Val, but instead of doing that he went right ahead to take those devilishly tempting pictures of her and then delivered it to me!There has been no single info about the mysterious man till this very day. Heck! Till this very minute that I was seated at the back of my Bentley staring out through the windows to the damned Red Bi

HUDSON'S POV There was only one reason as to why Grandpa was calling by this time and I knew exactly what it was. As much as I dreaded this conversation, right now I could only choose the lesser evil. Between putting up with Charlotte's plans and having the long overdue conversation with Grandpa, I was most definitely choosing Grandpa. We owed him an apology after all. But I must say that I am quite surprised he hadn't called before now or even that very day we left his mansion, looks like his housekeeper was actually a very capable woman despite her age. "Boy! Get that tramp that's hiding in your house on the phone, right now!" His voice boomed through the speakers immediately I took the call. His voice was so loud that I knew Charlotte heard it as well. Her grip on my arm had noticeably loosened if anything and now hung low by her side, her doe eyes wide with fear. I could tell she was scared of him, so I took deliberate steps away from her, sighing deeply as my ache resume