My Divorced Husband Wants Me Back

ls reverberated across the corridor. The weight of the choice

of the door handle. For so long, she had been clinging to this moment,

gave her. In stark contrast to the whirlpool of emotions within her, she han

hing, and how totally she trusted both of her parents. She felt ill at the idea of destroying that

. A sharp-featured, easy-grinning man in his forties moved forward and held o

as Vanessa followed him inside. The impulse to turn back over

nable to. There wa

ittle as she described the years of treachery. She saw his pen scrawling notes as his

r, he paused as though considering what he was going to say, say

understand. However, I can't continue in a lie-

harsh taste. Keep her safe fro

d. "Comprehensible. But be aware that there will

he thought about Gustavo, his icy gaze, h

question herself. "I'm no

as they talked about the logistics.

o. "When you're ready to go forward, I'll be here.

as she stepped outside. Though the road ahead was unclear,

ront seat, as she got closer to her own automobile. Although the man's face was u

p up her back. Now wh

uldn't get rid of the uneasy feeling that persisted. She w

ble to cling to, something that would give

discovered the folder in Gustavo's personal office, buried beneath several layers of fictitious documents, including account statem

entures, residences abroad, and millions of money. In addition to being hidden, the accounts were cre

wasn't the only thing. The manipulation was the cause. Beyond their m

e couldn't continue in this manner. She could

request she had already made. She was no longer the only focus

o face him, had to see the man who had planned this whole thin

e laughter of a family. Gustavo had left. Her breath was shall

in of what she might discover, a shudder went through her. The door cracked open as she got to the bottom, revealing an area that

stavo's voice: "Looking

wing. There was tension in the air between them. His presence in the basement, where his secr

e, but the tremor of rage that was growing inside of her wa

never did. His speech was full of contempt, and he was too calm. "I was keeping you safe. keeping us safe. I didn'

ion. You have been keeping everything from me and lying to me. And you still

old. "This is something we can resolve. We can correct it for M

ted. She yelled, "Don't bring Millie into this." "We, not her, are at i

aid, "Vanessa, please," in an abruptly quiet voice. "You have alway

inally looked him in the eye. This has nothing to

f weakness. But it vanished in an instant, to be replaced by that calculating

tood there, his countenance a mix of incredulity and rage

solve growing stronger, her he

ime as she went outside: "I'll make sure you regret this,

ingers shaking. Was he really going

e it through