HIS DIVORCED WIFE IS HIS NEW BOSS

CHAPTER 5

PHILIP’S POV

“Don't you dare speak to me in that tone boy!” Grandpa snapped at me, turning away from me, he sat on the chair.

I exhaled loudly, as I tried to tone down my anger. Staring at the old man, I couldn't read his emotions or what he was thinking.

“How could you keep such away from me?”I asked, trying to process my thoughts, cause I was still in shock.

“I didn't deem it fit to take permission from anyone to hand over my company to someone who I know can handle it perfectly. And besides you still have a large percentage of shares in this company,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as he scrolled through the papers in his hands.

Was he being serious right now? Why was he feigning ignorance to what I was talking about? Did he think this was all a joke?

“Oh Come on! you know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm not talking about the CEO position and you know it,” I retorted angrily.

Was Grandpa responsible for her disappearance all these years? He knew I had been looking for her all these years after that night and he didn't even say anything. No wonder he never brought up my divorce with Trisha all these while.

Dropping the papers he was holding, he stood up as he took slow strides to where I was standing.

“I really do not know what it is that you are talking about, but if it is about her, you better not go there. I won't let you hurt her for the second time,” he fired back at me, this time more angrily than before.

We stood there, staring at each other, not wanting to shift our gaze as if it was a staring competition.

“Grandpa, that's— A knock on the door interrupted me.

Shifting our gaze, we both stared at the figure that had walked into the office. The frown on Grandpa's face had turned into a beautiful smile. The sound of heels on the floor was surprisingly like a soothing sound to my ears. Staring at her, I felt the jab of pain once more, my emotions were rising as my chest pounded more rapidly.

She walked past me as if I didn't exist, as if I wasn't standing in the room as she greeted my Grandpa taking a seat close to him.

“How's your first day as the CEO going dear?” Grandpa asked her as he patted her head lovingly.

“It's going well. I've just gone through the documents of the Crystal stone Enterprise. They are a very promising company. If we invest in them, our shares might yield good profit,” she said in a boss lady tone, with a little smile on her lips.

“Good, Good,” Grandpa nodded as he smiled at her.

I had wanted to see her after all these years but I never for once thought my emotions were all going to be in a rollercoaster just by seeing her.

Gulping gently, I fought within me, not knowing how to talk to her or what to say to her. Where had she been all these years? She was looking so beautiful and her shoulder length hair had already grown longer than before. I shook my head not liking the effect she was having on me.

“Hi Trish, it's been a while,” I managed to say to her.

Tearing her gaze from my Grandpa, she raised an eyebrow,

“It’s president Jones to you,” she said with an unfriendly tone, the iciness in her eyes freezing my heart.

Immediately, anger and shame coursed through my veins. I could hear a light chuckle from my Grandpa. Balling my hands into a fist, I turned and walked out.

I walked in heavy strides towards the car park wanting to go cool off somewhere before I completely lost it. That old geezer….he could have just told me.

How am I going to survive working with her and as her subordinate nonetheless. I might retire and become a non-executive director.

Reaching the car, I grabbed a bottle of water.

Holding the bottle in my hands, I squeezed it with force, still thinking about the incident that had happened earlier. What were these new emotions that were surging in me? I couldn't get her off my head. I had let her go so why was my heart pounding in pain and guilt? I gulped down the water, trying to keep my emotions in check.

I was about to turn the car engine on, when I remembered I had forgotten my phone at the office in a fit of rage. Getting out of the car, I walked back to the office absentmindedly.

Where had Grandpa hidden her all these years? Was I glad she was back? Was I feeling guilty because of how I treated her? Was I angry that she just left me just like that when I was expecting her to cling to me for life and support? I don't even understand that what these uneasy emotions were.

Opening the elevator, I gulped with a shaky breath as I saw her. I couldn't press the close button of the elevator because my eyes were fixed on her. I struggled to keep my calm as my heart was pounding heavily as I saw Trisha.

Why do I have to meet her again today when my emotions were all over the place?

She hadn't noticed me yet because she was squatting down, trying to fix the lace of a little girl's shoe who bowed her head and was staring at her with a pouty smile.

I was dumbstruck as the little girl raised her head. I fixed my gaze at the child who stared right back at me. How is this even possible? Were my eyes playing tricks on me?This child looks so much like— She's my splitting image.