All Chapters of The Vendetta of the Returned Wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Who knew Lisandra was such a vengeful bitch? Oh wait, the question should be who didn't know so the answer could be Max Carter," Preston said sarcastically."Very mature Nash. I also remember you believing those lies""Yeah but I wasn't sleeping with her. You should ask yourself why you're so gullible sometimes. When it comes to women, it’s like your brain decides to take a backseat""You're not any better than I am" the only difference between them was that Nash didn’t involve his feelings when it came to dealing with them. Unlike him, his friend could walk away from women without feeling guilty. He, on the other hand, couldn’t shut down his protective instincts. Lisandra had been like a younger sister to him. Growing up, he shielded her from the guys he thought didn’t deserve her. And since she was an only child, he couldn’t help wanting to play big brother. But after Emilia left, he'd come to see her in a completely new light. She was a chameleon that changed her colors acc

"Emilia, there's someone I want you to meet" Max said the moment she opened the door. "I don't have time to meet your friends Max. I'm busy" "He's not my friend" "I don't care who he is. I'm running late" He shot out his hand to block her way "Where are you going in such a hurry anyway?" "What I do is none of your business Max. Get out of my way" "Okay, maybe I deserve that. But you have to meet this guy because he'll be spending the entire day with you from now on" "Of late I've had this overwhelming feeling to beat the shit out of you. Leave me alone before I give in to that urge" "I know you're mad at me but at least take care of yourself. I don't want you to get hurt" Emilia narrowed her eyes at him. Since when did he care about her? "Shouldn't you be guarding your mother's door so I don't get in to hurt her?" "I said I was sorry about that. Why won't you forgive me?" "Because I don't feel like it. Are we done here? Like I said, I'm running late" "Okay. Take

"What do you want?" Lisandra asked not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice. She was still pissed at Gwen for ratting her out to Max. They'd been friends since high school and she thought their friendship meant something. It turned out Gwen didn't care about her otherwise she wouldn't have ruined her image in front of her brother. Not when she knew how she felt about Max and how much she wanted him to love her. "Are you seriously still angry with me? I told you, Max cornered me. I had no choice" "You could have chosen to lie for me. But you didn't even try Gwen. I thought I was your best friend" "You are. But you know how my brother is. He wouldn't have stopped until I told him the truth" "Yeah, well, thank you so much for your undying support. Now Max hates me for lying to him" "Don't say that Lisa. My brother will never hate you. He's just blinded by that bitch. All we have to do is get rid of her and things will

"Emilia, you look gorgeous today. Your skin is glowing and don't even get me started on that smile. I can see why Max is having a hard time letting you go" Emilia stopped, did a once over, all the way from his head to his shoes then did it again just to make sure she wasn't mistaken "Come again? I seem to have developed bad hearing. I could've sworn you were singing my praises" "Don't be like that pretty face. We all know your husband is throwing this party to show you off to his friends. Since I suggested the idea, I can't say it's bad but that man is cruel. Bragging about his beautiful wife to single people like us is downright evil" "Oh, I thought he was doing it to introduce me to your circle?" The rich snobby assholes who thought the world revolved around them. If she thought about it hard enough, she'd realize Max hadn't done it years ago because he knew she wouldn't fit in or he was ashamed to do it. But Emilia refused to dwell on the past.

The heat was more intense than usual as if the sun had set out on a mission to scorch everything in its path. Including him. As much as Max loved summer, it had its disadvantages, especially for someone as forgetful as him. The amount of times he'd forgotten to apply sunscreen and ended up with sunburns was embarrassing. Nash couldn't stop teasing him about how sensitive his skin was. It irritated him to no end. Until the girls at the bar or parties flocked to him asking for his skincare routine. Nine out of ten times, the same girls had ended up under him and every time, he rubbed it in his best friend's face. Cocking his head to the side, he wondered if he should go inside the restaurant. His mother would talk his ears off if she saw him there but the place had the best burgers and cold drinks and that was bullshit. He was after the stunning, mouthy waitress who'd flat-out told him to go to hell yesterday after he'd asked for her number. As a Carter, he was used to girls