All Chapters of AFTER MY EX-WIFE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 2.CAMILLA I was brought back to life from the veil of fear and bewilderment that had shrouded me since I saw Alex at the hotel by the sound of his car humming in the driveway. As I waited for him to enter, my heart wrenched horribly. He'd been away for three days, without saying anything. And throughout those three days, I had convinced myself that he was too busy at work to return home. But I knew in my heart. Even before I saw them together, I could tell that something was odd. If not, why was he acting so aloof? How else could he remain away from me?I heard his slow, steady footsteps nearing the front door. My pulse raced with fury, concern, and, shamelessly, hope. The door creaked open, and there he was—tall, broad-shouldered, and as polished as usual. As he moved past me, his face remained expressionless. There was no word, not even an apology, for making love in public with another woman. It was as if I did not exist. I am invisible to him. I inhaled hard, my thro

CHAPTER FOUR.Alex The previous two weeks have been a haze, but I suddenly feel alive. Alessia Is back. It's as if all of the missing parts of my life have been reunited. Those years without her made me feel like I was living in someone else's skin, a stranger in my own life. With Alessia gone, I basically went through the motions, praying for her return. And now she's back from Paris with her PHD, eager to continue up where we left off. The love of my life has come home, and nothing—no one—will stop us.My mom was quite thrilled when I informed her about Alessia's return and my intension.“You have to be fast about it, Alex” she had remarked later, leaving me with the strength that I needed.But, as much as I want to dwell in the joy of Alessia 's return, I can't escape the reality I've been stuck in. Camilla. That marriage was never my choice. It was my father's. He placed a leash on me, forcing me to mask the agony I felt when Alessia fled. He told me to carry on. "You'll grow to

Camilla I couldn't take my eyes off my phone's screen. Another business deal. My company has gotten so many bids lately that I'm even rejecting. This one, however, was unique. It was a brand-new company in New York that was making a significant offer. This is the kind of proposal that I wanted. They got in touch with me requesting that I partner with them in marketings their new product. I calmed a bit, breathed deeply, and let everything to soak in. This would have been impossible five years ago. I was just a sales person with just a dream and my tiny baby to look after when I first began. However, I had built a company and a name here. I thought back to those early days, the long hours, the strive to rise, and the several times I had to go extra miles just to get a job. Ava Ltd. has been created from the ground up by every transaction, late night, and lost holiday. I was struck by how far I had come as I looked around my workplace, which had slick furniture, walls covered with

Camilla As I got Ava ready for school, the morning felt less light than normal. I dropped her off, but my mind couldn't stop thinking about New York and that terrible meeting with him. Alex. He took me by surprise. I would have turned down the proposal right away if I had known he was behind it. But the name of the company was different, so I thought I was talking with one of New York's bright new business owners. A relationship with one of the fastest-growing companies in the country seemed like it would be a great idea. I wouldn't have gone into that office at all if I knew it was Alex's. I have made up my mind. I won't partner with his company. I sent my decline mail three days ago. I’d even let other offers slip by, thinking this one was worth the work. Now, I buried myself in new ideas, determined to find fresh, satisfying chances that had nothing to do with him. Still, my thoughts kept wandering back, memories pricking at the edges of my focus. --- I remembered that d

As we left the house, I realized that this was the first time all week that I wasn't working. My work has recently kept me busy, stopping me from spending quality time with my daughter Ava. She was the source of my drive and heart. Too many of the responsibilities of being a mother and father swamped me. I got a dull pain in my mind when I thought of Alex, the guy who had made our lives so tough. Last week, his surprise visit to my workplace brought back feelings I thought I had buried for a long time. These feelings were full of anger and hatred. As soon as I saw Ava's lovely face as we got into the car, I felt better. Her excitement extended to everyone else. These moments reminded me why I worked so hard: to make her happy. She was my prize, and everything to me. The trip to the park was busy. Ava was a chatterbox, asking questions of Elizabeth, my secretary, and Marta, our maid. Ava had named her as her "personal assistant," which she took seriously. While they laughed and answ