All Chapters of THE CEO IS MY EX HUSBAND : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

hayle's pov As soon as I popped my eyes open, the sight that welcomed me was that of Ethan 'sHis arms yanked at mine right one time to prevent me from falling harshly against the floor. I jerked his arms off mine before tending to my feet. My eyes can end all through my body, right from head to toe, worried sick that he may have done something to me in my sleep.“Relax; I only got here three minutes ago or so. What's with the weird look? Aren't you happy that I've come to keep your company?” He asked with that same annoying tone that strokes his ego each time he spikes.“What do you want, Ethan ? You could have at least woken me.” I added the frown in my face, and the displeasure was evident in my tone. I may have made a resolution to myself about laying low until the time came and I could handle things myself, yet that had not meant I could tone the irritation I felt for him.“Get dressed; we have a meeting to go to. You and I, after all, would be in charge of some things if we wer

HAYLE'S POV.I rose to my feet as soon as the door pushed open. I had been worried all day, pacing back and forth in the room waiting for him to come around.“What's the matter? The hotel attendant claimed you had something important to say.” He added in hastily, his eyes scanning every inch of my body, almost like he believed I had been hurt, I wouldn't blame him. I made the urgency in my tone known to the attendant, and I'm certain he threatened them well not to have me hurt or escape.‘Ethan , I have just one favor to ask of you; remember that wish you promised to grant me days ago! I'm ready; I know what I'd like to ask for.” I added in hastily; I didn't have the time to think of my pride or any bit of ego ghost I could probably have anymore."Well, see who suddenly became greedy? Here I was thinking an expensive phone would do the trick; why should I give you any favors? Last I recalled, "You didn't want my help,“ he teased jokingly. Being the psycho that he was, I knew for a fa

hayle's povI stirred around in bed, yet nothing came on. I had spent the entire night tossing from one side of the bed to another. I wasn't sure if it was all because it had a thing or two to do with my state of mind. I was bothered a lot.I swallowed hard. Slowly, I pushed myself up against the bed and flipped the light switch on. It was nineteen minutes past three in the morning, and I still haven't gotten a wink of sleep. It wasn't the thought of just losing the land , repaying my debt, or losing godmother, but I was under pressure.Maybe it had something to do with Mary's death; maybe it has a lot to do with the odd man who really did look like alex .But why was he in a wheelchair? Why was he in that part of town? Was there something I was missing? I couldn't help that my mind played in a continuous loop and no solution had set in yet.I reached towards the card, which I had earlier placed on the table. I scanned through it and saw nothing peculiar to it, other than the fact t

MORGANs POV.I pushed my way into his office, cursing beneath my breath. I wasn't impressed with the new attitude.“What do you want?” Ethan asked, not lifting his gaze away from the files before him.“You're not replying to texts or picking up your calls; I came to ask you why,” I asked, swallowing hard before placing myself on the seat before him.“I've been busy; you can see I'm at work, can you?” He asked, still not having a single strand of respect for me.“Busy with my sister? ? For real?” I asked out of the blue.“And why is that a problem?”“Why is that? Do you even care about me?” I snapped; a giggle essed its way through his lips, pissing me off the most.“We talked about this, Becca; I don't love you; we agreed for it to be sex only, and I'm getting married to her spoon, which means I no longer need you,” he explained, hurting my feelings in the process, but all I could keep up was a stoic expression.“Alex , did you kill him?” I asked, and he slammed the file in his hand

Alex's povI pressed against the doorbell continuously. Minutes passed, and then slowly it made its way to hours before the gates were opened. My gaze matched that of Jerome and the gateman in guard.“And here I was beginning to get worried that you yourself were in an accident.” Jerom retorted, there was something about the mischievous glint in his eyes that made me want to make my way into my room. I wasn't pleased with how it had been two fucking hours, but I wasn't ready to kay, soon enough.“Please talk to me; let's make this clear. Were you aware I had been by the gate all along?” I asked, waiting for a response.“What if Wd did? I was on duty all day! day and I think I had someone in a wheelchair through the dashcam. I believed it was a beggar, but it turned out to be a bayou, not that you are different from a beggar anyways,” the security man teased.I watched as he erupted into laughter, and both seemed to be having a worthwhile time. I cleared my throat continuously, remindi