All Chapters of Dear Ex, Marry Me Again!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Don't you touch me, Ryan." She said, halting my hand before I could reach her face. She looked away briefly, then back at me, her expression darker. I grew even more perplexed, I hadn’t done anything to offend her. I was just fortunate to be there to save her from whatever they had planned. Where did she expect me to take her? I had also passed out, and when I woke up, we were already near the mansion. Calling Alex over was for her, not because of the injury on my head. "Do you have a problem with me, Emily? All I did was save you. I couldn’t even catch the idiot who did that to you." "Fine, you saved me, but didn’t you think you should have just taken me home? You brought me here and made my parents panic?" She said, though it sounded more like she was questioning me for doing something good. It dawned on me, she was right; I hadn’t thought about her family. Everything that happened yesterday was out of my control, from the argument with my mom to finding her at the restaurant, b

Father had a good conversation with Anderson, and he took the time to apologize for his behavior last night. I don’t blame Father; I would probably react the same way if it were my child. After clearing things up, Father walked Anderson out to his car so he could head back to work. It was funny, in a way, though I understood how they must have felt when I was missing. As we waited for Father’s return, the office door suddenly swung open, and Ethan strode into the room, with Father following closely behind. Mother stood up, moving next to Ethan. "Hey, how did it go?" She asked. Since he left the room, his just returning. "We found them." Ethan said, "I hacked into their security system and tracked them down using the car they drove." "Who are they?" Father asked, and silence fell over the room. Ethan hesitated, clearly reluctant to reveal their identities. "I think they are working for Adams. They have connections with him, and he’s likely the one who put them up to it." Ethan fina

We arrived at the office a few minutes later, parking in the lot. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed the guys waiting near the entrance. The moment they spotted me, they began moving in my direction, looking tense."Is everything okay?" I asked, heading toward the reception and making my way to the office. Their expressions told me there was something urgent."We have a huge problem." They said in unison. It was as if their words hit a nerve, making me freeze as the severity of the situation sank in."A problem? A huge problem?" I repeated, their tone clarifying that something serious was wrong."We can’t find him. He’s no longer at the safe house where we had him locked up." I glanced at them briefly as I continued walking into my office."You can't find him? Who are you talking about? The last person you were holding is Anderson's accomplice. So, who exactly are you referring to?""We can't find him there. I think he escaped. The place was open when we arrived. We checked the wh

Saying I wasn’t hurt by his death would be a lie. I'm hurt beyond what I can imagine, and I don’t even understand why I'm so affected by what happened to him. If only I had let him go sooner, this wouldn’t have been his fate. I’m not sure if he has a family, but if he does, they have lost him forever. How will they cope without him? He could be their everything.If anyone is to blame here, it’s Anderson. I had no intention of killing him. I was going to inflict pain in him just to get the truth out of him, but I didn’t want him dead. I will have to investigate if he left behind any family members."Boss, we are done digging the ground. Should we proceed?" I looked at the figure one last time and nodded.I can’t keep his body, not with the police investigating. After giving instructions, I turned and headed back to the car. There’s no way to bring him back, no matter how much I wish I could."Are you sure no one followed us here?" I asked, glancing around the cemetery. If someone is wa

I returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Placing them on the table, I uncorked the bottle and poured into the glasses, handing one to him."Cheers." He said, raising his glass.I smiled, clinking my glass against his before taking a sip.I hadn’t met him in person before, so I wasn’t sure if he was naturally this pleasant or simply putting on a calm demeanor. He didn’t strike me as someone difficult to deal with, but I supposed I would find out soon enough once we got into the conversation.Setting my glass down on the table, I noticed he did the same. His full attention was now on me. I couldn’t wait for him to start the conversation, so I decided to speak first."I haven’t had the opportunity to come and see you. As the president overseeing various business affairs, my schedule doesn’t allow me as much freedom as I’d like.""Well, I understand that you are busy as the president." He said, his tone even. "But, it’s safe to say you have been declining my invitations."He lean