Ex-husband Wants Me Back

Chapter 22

Jade’s POV

“Jade–”

“Please sir, you might want to take your leave now. It appears our patient doesn't want to see you,” the doctor entered, followed quickly by Jaxon who seemed a bit confused about everything going on.

“Leave,” I spoke between gritted teeth, his eyes lingering on Aiden, who was still fast asleep.

He heaved a sigh, nodding his head as if he understood everything the doctor had said, not until he said the word “we'll see again. I'm sure you responded like this because you are stressed.”

“Sorry sir. But you need to exit the ward.” The doctor insisted, bowing his head in respect.

Since he was a respected member of society, it was only natural that they accord him their respect.

“For your information, I don't wanna see you again!” I lashed back, my hand trembling in fear.

I wrapped my hand around my chest, trying as much as possible to get over the traumas I faced five years ago.

“We will see again, child. For now, get some rest,” he replied faintly, before the door shut close behind him.

Jaxon rushed towards me, holding me tighter, whispering the word “It's alright,” in my ears.

Tears streamed down my face, memories I've buried for years started to resurface, almost throwing me back into my past traumas.

“It's okay, I'm here now. Okay,” he patted my back as tears rolled down my cheeks, leaving me devastated, weak, and angry.

*********

“John, what were you able to find out?” My voice echoed in the empty room, while I flipped through the documents in front of me.

Three weeks have passed since I arrived in New York, and I'm still yet to find out who staged the accident. The more we try, the harder it gets.

Fortunately, John, my personal assistant, was saved. The only person who died was the driver, and I made sure he had the best burial ever, and his family was hugely compensated.

“It appears that the CCTV footage was tampered with. And the person planned something beneath the car. One that deflates the tire gradually. It's a calculated risk,” he explained, casually.

My mind drifted back to Morgan who had intentionally taken Aiden off, and diverted the attention of every one of my guards.

Connecting the dots, I snapped my finger. “What about Morgan? Have you made any findings about her?” I asked, my heart racing faster.

It just shouldn't be what I'm thinking. Five years ago, she had proposed to Silas to kill me off. And right now, she is still trying to kill me. What sort of human being is that?.

“Morgan…” John paused, before saying. “I'll investigate that very soon. And I'll uhmm…get back to u,”

As soon as he hung up the phone, a knock echoed on the door, jolting me out of my deep thoughts.

I threw the file on the table running my hand through my hair while trying to figure out who exactly was at my door this early morning.

It's a new building. And I've intentionally picked this location because it was on the outskirts of the city.

With the guards outside…shouldn't they—

“Boss, someone is looking for you outside,” one of them knocked on the door to my study room, alerting me quickly.

“And did he state his name?” I shot back from inside, rubbing my hand on my temples, trying to focus on whatever it was that was going on in my head.

“Whoever it is, do not allow them in,” I commanded, packing my hair into a bun. I checked myself out to be sure I was looking good.

By the time I stepped out to check who it was, Aiden was already standing at the door, staring at Silas in shock.

“And what are you doing here?!” I raged, furious.

Signaling to the guards, they guided Aiden out of the door, and immediately I saw him leave, I shut the door behind, stepping outside with Silas.

“And what gives you the right to show up at my doorstep?!” I seethed, enraged by anger.

“How did you find this place? I never—”

“Is that my son?” His next words left me angry and kind of lost.

Fear mixed with rage overshadowed me, but I was calm enough not to speak out of proportion. “I'm sure you are here to give me the divorce papers. As much as this is trespassing, I'll forgive you and won't call the cops–”

“Jade, is that my son?” he asked again, his eyes focused on the door.

“Are you listening to yourself?” I scoffed, wrapping my hand around my chest, blinking in disbelief. “Who the heck shows up at a place without—be thankful I'm not calling the cops on you. I assume you've signed the divorce papers and that's why you are here,”

“I'm not breaking up with you, Jade,” he answered, his face filled with what seemed like regret, and something I can't seem to figure out.

“You don't have a say in that, Silas. You already gave me away five years ago. Okay. And the child you are asking about is dead, Silas. You of all people wanted to kill it, didn't you?!” I snapped, raising my hand in the air, but I was quick to put them down.

Turning my back against him, the word “leave,” left my lips. Tears pricked my eyes, each of them dropping onto my designer shirt. Washing off my makeover.

“No,” Silas refused, his voice mild and soft.

“Silas, leave! I don't want to create a scene!”

“Then create a scene!” he lashed back, pulling me to himself, causing me to lose my balance.

The guards rushed towards me, each of them stopping on their tracks with me lifting a finger, stopping them from interfering.

“Are you good?” Silas questioned, but I wasn't having it anymore.

Immediately I balanced myself, my hands connected to his cheeks, leaving the trace of my hand on his face.

“Get the f**k out!” I yelled, causing my son, Aiden to dash out of the house.

“Mommy, why did you slap Daddy?” His words were sharp and direct, leaving me on my toes.