All Chapters of Getting my ex-wife back: Chapter 941 - Chapter 950

In Raeleigh's world, she was a clown, being laughed at and ridiculed everywhere. They were neither cheering nor happy for her. All of them were making fun of her. As a clown was ugly and did clumsy things that were ridiculous, others were laughing at her. This time when Raeleigh was held in Zorion's arms, she also felt it ridiculous. She shoved Zorion hard, but Zorion didn't let go. In fact, he held her tighter. Deanna's eyes widened as she watched Raeleigh and her brother as if she was enjoying a beautiful scenery. Deanna was happy for them. At this time, Raeleigh snapped, "Can you show some respect?" As she spoke, Raeleigh looked up at Zorion with tears in her eyes. Zorion was slightly stunned and immediately let go of his hand. Without waiting for people's reactions, Raeleigh turned around and left. After that... Zorion didn't see Raeleigh all day. He didn't know what happened to Raeleigh. After walking for some time,

Eloisa entered the house with Marianna. She immediately felt something was amiss when saw the amount of people in her house. However, she was too focused on her daughter to pay much attention to the cars parked outside of her house. Though if she stopped to think about it, it definitely would've felt a little strange. When Eloisa entered the house, she saw a young man dressed in a black leather sitting on the sofa. She had never seen him before, and she instinctively tightened her hold on her daughter's hand. He was a stranger but judging from what she saw, she suspected that he was Zorion Whalen. Women in many rich and powerful families were viewed as worthless. A plaything for men to play with and use however they wished. She was lucky. She had a good life. Her father had married her off to Searlas. A man who thought highly of her and treated her well. There were of course women with whom Searlas had slept with and then passed them off to other men. They were

Raeleigh left the dormitory and found a quiet place to talk. If she were completely honest, quiet was somewhat relative in school but then needs must. Raeleigh walked towards a big tree and only once she was out of sight of everyone did she turn to Zorion. "I don't like you." Zorion countered, "and?" Raeleigh was silent for a while but finally replied, "it means that we can't be together." "It's fine if you don't like me since that's your decision, not mine. Nonetheless, my feelings toward you remains. Your views can't change that." Zorion's gloomily answered. This bitterness was a side of him Raeleigh had never seen. Raeleigh looked at Zorion, not expecting a usually good tempered guy to react in such a sharp and irritated way. She explained, "I just want to finish college. I don't want to get in between you guys. Why do you have to keep badgering me?" "I'm not saying that I won't let you finish college. On the contrary, I want you to excel. But I k

Moore Family. "Old Master, what do you think we should do?" Yousif's wife, Elina, sat at the foot of Johan's bed and wept. Tears notwithstanding, she was an attractive woman despite getting on in years. Johan sat up carefully. His body may be old but his mind was still sharp as a tack. Things rarely slipped his notice. In this case, he knew that there must have been a reason behind the trouble the Cook family was stirring up. This time however Jepherson had gone too far. He really should not have gone to the Cook family to take matters into his own hands. He should have found out who the mastermind was before cutting the puppet strings. Jepherson's actions were not merely an affront to the Cook family, Rather, he had offended the entire Moore family. In any case, if Jepherson was allowed to continue like this, the Moore family would have much to lose. Johan glanced over at Elina. He had always appreciated her usual self-assured and confident at

23-year-old Flynt Moore cut a striking figure as he solemnly walked in. The weight of many pairs of eyes on him did not seem to faze him one bit as he strode right up to Syncere's coffin. Someone immediately handed him a candle as soon as he reached. "Mr. Flynt, here." In the eyes of the crowd, even his father, Yousif, could not compare. Flynt accepted the candle, lit it then said a prayer. Respects paid, he made his way over to his mother, Elina. Elina was glad to see her son. However, with her father was dead and her brothers arrested, she couldn't summon the energy to smile at him in welcome. She sighed and gestured for her son to join her outside. She held her son's hand as they sat in silence. After Flynt's arrival, the Cook family began coming through the door one after the other, bringing along wreaths. Some paid their respects, and left while others decided to stay a little longer to get close to Flynt. That evening, Searlas and Lucius