All Chapters of Marry Me Again: The New CEO Is My Ex-husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Getting into the company, Mallory hurried past her colleagues' place because she wasn't in the mood to fake laughter and smiles. She knew they'd definitely question her about it, and perhaps, she'd be ready for that time.She reached her desk and glanced at Wilder's office to know if he was there yet. Able to spot him from the large, glass-made transparent door, she confirmed he was in.She exhaled deeply, preparing herself to go meet him.She'd be lying if she said it wasn't difficult, addressing her ex-husband like her boss. A man she had been waiting on her whole life.She went for the door, knocked and walked in when he answered.He was there on his seat, an aura of authority surrounding him. His suit jacket was casually draped over the arm of his chair, leaving him in his crisp white shirt, elegantly tucked into his sleek black trousers.It was undeniable that he exuded an undeniable handsomeness. Good lord! Mallory was almost tempted to run into his arms. She wanted to lay on his

The question struck Safiya so hard, her lips parted open. Shame clutched at her chest. She was so scared of that side of her mother in-law.With a feigned smile, she responded: "I'm trying, mum. I'm sure in no time, I'll...""For seven years, you begged to be with Wilder," the woman cut her off, her tone icy. "For seven years, you threw yourself at him. You're engaged to Wilder today because of me, Safiya. And so you know, I didn't make it happen just so you could live lazily and spend lavishly. You know who Wilder is; you know his position. I get the fact that he's reluctant about getting married to you. But having a kid for him would hasten things up. I need grandkids - a grandson first. Make it happen, else, I might get someone else to do it."Safiya looked up at her in shock. Did she just say that? And did she mean it?Her throat tightened as a mix of fear and disappointment rushed down her spine. Averting her gaze, she muttered: "I'll give you your first grandson, mother. You don

Mallory arrived home to meet Ronan playing with the kids. They were under the shed of the house, the kids giggling as they jumped all around him, putting ribbons on himNoticing her, they stopped."Mummy!" They chorused and scuttled to her for a hug. She gave them that."Hey, darlings. How was school today?" She tousled their hair."It was boring!""Great!"They gave different answers at the same time, making Mallory chuckle.She shifted her gaze to Ronan who was still seated and smiling."Hi." She muttered to him."Mum, Uncle Ronan said we'll all go for dinner when you get home!" Lyra beamed, having to tilt her head back to look into Mallory's face.Mallory's brows furrowed as she shot Ronan a hard stare. She softened her gaze when she looked at the kids."Uh... I'm afraid that cannot happen. Mummy's very tired and still has some work to do," she cooed, playing with Lyra's bristle.A frown crept into the children's faces."But, mum...""Come on. Why don't you go in and wait for me?"

Mallory didn't realize when her hand moved to Isla's cheek, giving her a slap. It came as a shock, Isla gasped as she held her cheek.  "Don't ever give such derogatory remarks about my kids—ever again," she warned, her index finger quivering as she pointed it at her.  Isla's eyes widened in shock.  "How dare you?" She yelled and yanked Mallory's hair.  Mallory didn't relent as she equally yanked her hair, and nosily, the two ladies got involved in a hair fight.  Their voices attracted grandma Heather who came running up the staircase.  "Hey! What is wrong with you two?! Stop it! Stop it now!" She reprimanded and managed to pull them apart. Mallory's fine bun had become a mess.  "Are you two crazy? How dare you fight under my roof?" Heather scoffed, but the two ladies simply glared at each other, Is

Mallory assisted Wilder with all he had to do for the day. But it was extremely sad for her that he barely looked her way.  She could feel it. He was mad at her.  When it was time for her kids to leave school, Mallory hated the fact that she had to call Ronan for help. Her workplace was very far from her kids' school. And since it was still work hours, it was against the rules for her to leave the company. She had no other person to call for help except Ronan who was a boss of his own and could easily send someone off to pick them.  When she called and told him, he was glad to help. She knew he'd be.  Seated on her desk, she stared at Wilder from the transparent glass. She wondered what his reaction would be if he got to learn of the kids. Would he accept them? Perhaps, he'd go to pick them up from school himself.  She closed her eyes and fantasized on ho