His Ex-Wife Returned... Powerful!

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“Wait, what?” Cassie took a shocked step back as the guards neared them.

“Don't touch me.” Trish snapped when one of them reached out. “Alright Alright, we'll leave on our own.”

“Sons of bitches!” The two hurled a glare at me, and with a huff, they started to walk away.

Not before Trish said, “It seems five years has made you forget who you're dealing with.”

It was funny, because she clearly didn't know who she would be dealing with if she insisted on being a problem.

I rolled my eyes. The two were not going to ruin my mood. As it was, I had a lot of handle.

So, I left to get something to eat, then returned to the office and completed as many things that needed completion, attending executive meetings and paperworks that had to be sorted out.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted.

It wasn't until nine that evening that Irea and I left. She was clearly just as tired, but knew each extra hour spent meant an addition to her salary.

I got into my car, and the driver went straight to Rachel's house.

“Oh great, you're back.” She said the second she opened the door. “I was almost going to bed.”

“How's Imogen?”

“Asleep.” She made way so I walked in, making my way up the stairs to the room I was sure she'd tucked Imogen in.

Rachel followed beside. “You look like you need a lot of rest.”

“Oh, I'm alright. The day was just really long.” I silently opened the room's door, and there my daughter lay on the bed right beside Rick's.

I went to stand beside her, while Rachel stayed by the door.

It was then that I remembered, so I spoke in a low voice, “Trish and Cassie came over today.”

She frowned. “Really? Trish was at your company?”

“Yeah. I think the guards didn't let them in, because they were waiting outside till I came out.” Who knows how long they would have stayed if I didn't come out for lunch.

Her arms crossed. “Did they say why?”

“Why do you think those two would ever want to see me if it isn't the same cliched act of dominance.” I shook my head. “They were very pathetic.”

“Still are.”

I smiled, then gently lifted Imogen in my arms.

She shifted a little, before resting her head on my shoulder, so I left the room.

“Are you worried?” Rachel asked, following beside me.

“About?”

“Them. They were terrible to you in the past.” She said. “Especially Cassie.”

Her eyes went distant for a second, like she remembered all the times in middle and high school, where Cassie would lock me in the toilet for hours. Or make me clean her shoes, do her homework else I'd be beaten by her stupid minions.

Or maybe when Trish would beat the hell out of me for not ‘serving her enough breakfast’ or ‘staying out too long’.

Recalling it made my jaw tighten. “I was stupid, Rachel.

“But now…” I turned to her, “Now, I'm not.”

She stared like she was going to say something, before smiling. “I'm glad to hear that.”

••

I woke up early the next morning (just like I'd been these past mornings), made breakfast, then woke Imogen up and got her ready for school.

We chatted about how her new school was as I drove her there, kissed her goodbye, before heading to work.

Irea was already there when I got in, and she greeted me with a small head bow.

“Good morning, ma'am.”

“What's my schedule for the day?” I asked, and she relayed it to me as we walked to my office.

I tried to ignore the fact that I'd be meeting Drex, and instead focus on all the work at hand.

Which was why by one fifteen, when Irea announced their arrival, I didn't feel any change.

“They are in the meeting room, ma'am.” She said.

“Alright.” With a nod, I stood, then left the office, and she followed behind as we left to the meeting room.

Drex was seated there, same with a woman I would assume to be Mrs Erica.

The two stood for a second as I walked in, then sat when I did the same.

My eyes met Drex's on their own accord, expecting to see that annoying pleading or whatever it was he had been displaying these few days, but I was met with nothing.

No pleading. No regrets. No softness. Just plain professionalism.

It made me raise a confused brow.

“May we start the meeting now,” he asked, voice holding no emotion as he stared, “Miss Red.”

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