All Chapters of TAKE ME BACK, DEAR EX WIFE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

CAROLINEThe question hangs in the air and it's enough to wake me from his earlier spell where I thought he was almost sorry for what he did. An apology wasn't what I had expected from Malcolm.In fact, I never want him to apologise. That sorrowful look on his face shook me up so bad. Apparently, preparing mentally doesn't affect what happens in reality. There's a big difference.Just like how I thought facing him in my head would make me immune to seeing him in reality.I turn to Malcolm with curiosity heavy on mh features and I stare in silence. He repeats his question again and I just stare because I'm trying to piece my thoughts and analyse him.So he's not sorry? I can't place my finger on it. Is he asking because he's curious or because he would like to know if I really have my life together.After kicking me out like that, he must've thought that was the end of my life. I can't blame him, up until our divorce, Malcolm was the only one in my life. He was like a god, a helpmate a

CAROLINE I step into the house mumbling my thanks to the guard who held the door open for me. The mansion is surrounded by guards at Grandmother's disposal. After what happened last night, I think I should get some for myself. It wouldn’t be so bad. I noticed most business tycoons have guards. Take Uncle Edward and Malcolm for example. Their guards never leave their side like they await an attack every minute. It'll be bothersome but I guess since it's for my safety, I should- "Grandma, you shouldn't wear black too often. It's bad omen," I snap my head to the direction of the voice and pause when I recognize it. I know we share the same Grandmother but what is she doing here? "Keep your talks of omen to yourself, Louise. I'm still wondering what you're looking for," Grandma replied with annoyance in her tone. "Last time I saw you here, you were still in your teens." "What can I say? I missed you-" "Cut the bullcrap!" Oh, that's harsh but I smirk at her attitude. She's just as

MALCOM"Fuck you, Malcom," Louise screamed in my face, hurling my laptop to the ground next to my feet. "You can't get rid of me! I know you've had your eyes on my grandmother's shares but this much to divorce me and hop to that bitch-""Keep your voice down! Marilyn can hear you!" I growled, wanting to grab her neck and squeeze the life out of her. I've put up with her bloody attitude for five years and I couldn't stand it anymore.I could only imagine Marilyn's face whenever she heard our fights. My little girl would look depressed and drained of life. I tried my best every day to avoid arguments but Louise was a psychopath who hated peace and quiet.It was even worse when I realised she enjoyed Marilyn listening to our fights. It was her way of trying to get me to 'behave'. She never passed up the opportunity to use my daughter-- no, our daughter against me!She was her daughter too and not a bloody weapon to stay in this sham of a marriage and some damn control over me."I'm done

CAROLINEMalcom's lips barely brushed against mine when I jolted like a spasm of current rushed through me and I threw a lunch across his jaw."Ow! What the fuck, Caroline!" he growled as he stepped away from the threat.I had frozen in shock with heated cheeks and wide eyes as I tried to process what just happened.My lips tingle from the brief touch and my knees almost went paralyzed from it. Other than the fact that my knuckles hurt like I punched a brick wall, I was pretty much brain dead at this point.Oh God! Why did I- he was coming onto me!how else was I supposed to react?"Shit!" Malcom flexed his jaw and he turned to glare at me. "Did you take karate lessons or what? Where the heck did you learn to throw a punch like that?"I shut, recovering from the shock, "Taekwondo. I-I learnt abroad.""Why? To beat the shit out of me?""What? No- I told you not to touch me!" I said in my defence as his eyes raked over me with a flirty look crossing his face for a moment.Well he was fin