Falling For My Ex Husband Again

ead in disbelief. Was he losing his mind? It

hful wife, yet he was the one who shattered their marriage. He was the one who ch

s frustration bubbled to the surf

h the kids when they got back from school. Sure, she hadn't seen them

en, humming a cheerful tune and swaying her hips to the rhyth

y in her late 40s, busy cleaning. The woman

s so good to fin

f guard. "Um, hi? I don't

ling warmly. "I'm Cassy, the cook. I've

, her heart fluttering.

day that went by without them mentioning you. And I have to say, y

er cheeks flushing slightly

assy replied. "So, what

andle it," Isabel sa

d. "It's my job to cook. Just tell me wha

smile. "Actually, you can tak

. "What? Mr. Ba

ly, Baron and I planned an outing with the kids today. We'll be eating out

d, though she didn't l

er story. "We're trying to work on our m

at's wonderful. I wouldn't want to stand in your

ease let Nancy know she can take the day off too. I

do, Is

tisfied, she headed upstairs to gather the rest of the things

the office. The day had started terribly, and it seemed destined to get worse. He stormed i

there was no salvaging the day. He clenched his fists, anger simmering beneath

, and already, she was wreaking havoc on his peace of mind. God knew how long she p

of his dream from the previous night. The images stirred a storm of emotions he didn't wan

o the floor, spilling its contents everywhere. He stared at the mess for a moment, his anger

ellowed, his

her face pale. She had worked with him lon

y before storming out of the offi

e door handle. A drink was what he needed. It might

ron

he saw Brenda stepping out of her car. Of all people, sh

a bright smile on her

were best friends, but Brenda had a knack fo

od?" she asked, rea

tempt. "I'm just having

es, studying him. "Let

, his silence confi

d. "I told you it was a bad idea to

her," Baron snapped, his

surrender. "Whoa, easy there, ti

r," Baron muttered, h

renda countered, a smi

said firmly, unwilling to

you're in denial," Brenda teas

d, his voice sharpe

eyes remained. "But only because I don't like seeing you in a bad mood. Alright,

path. "I want to be a

tartled. "What di

d, softening his tone slightly

nda asked, her voice t

y," he said again

before he could say more. She turned on her hee

d climbed into