The CEO’S Orphan Wife

Almira quickly recovered from her surprise. She returned a serious look to the man she was hiding from. Chelle, on the other hand, seemed as though she had seen a ghost while looking at Ivan’s friend. I didn’t know whether it was Angus, Caius, or Huxley.

Ivan grabbed my attention, and I blinked in response.

“What are you doing here?!” I exclaimed at him. What was his deal, suddenly showing up here?

I wanted to slap some sense into him, but I refrained from revealing my bitterness, despite feeling a strong urge to vent in those moments.

“You’re drunk; go home,” he replied calmly. His voice was gentle as if he were a patient spouse comforting an upset wife.

I scowled. I didn’t budge from my seat. Who was he to tell me what to do? The nerve of him!

“Let’s go,” he invited, but I remained stubborn. I looked in another direction, arms crossed.

He patiently looked at me. Why did he seem angry with me? What did I do wrong? And what was he doing here? He sighed. His face softened again, and his now gentle eyes were fixed on me, observing me.

“What brings you here?” I asked, frowning, clearly expressing my annoyance.

“What do you think?”

I rolled my eyes at his response. “Do I look like a mind reader? Just stay away from me!”

“Let’s go, Myla.”

“I don’t want to. Leave me alone. What are you even doing here?!”

“To stop you from partying and attracting some men.” His jaw clenched.

“What?” I blinked while he raised an eyebrow.

“So what? We’re already separated, right?” What right does he have over me? After what he did? After he hurt me again, here he was, giving me orders.

“Let’s talk outside.”

“I don’t want to! There’s nothing left for us to talk about!”

Observing Chelle’s seat, I noticed the girl was no longer there. Huxley and Caius were also absent. Almira and Fourth exchanged puzzled glances. In contrast, Angus nonchalantly lounged on the side.

I wanted to go home, but I was afraid Ivan might think I was obeying his commands. I remained seated and motionless, even though I could feel the dizziness returning. It’s as if I could sense the world spinning. If I stood up, I was certain I would collapse.

Ivan sighed, and I was taken aback when he suddenly lifted me. I screamed, but he abruptly kissed my lips.

“What are you doing?!”

He didn’t answer. I punched him, but he didn’t resist.

“Who told you that you could kiss me?!”

I punched his cheek again.

“You have some nerve! You’re so shameless!”

He didn’t move. He simply accepted my punches.

“That’s where you excel, playing with my emotions, in my life. I hate you, Ivan! I hate you!” Feeling weak, I stopped hurting him.

He commenced walking until we exited the bar.

“Put me down!”

He agreed.

“Why did you come here? Why did you follow? Are you in such a hurry to process the annulment that you couldn’t wait for one week?”

He remained silent, fixing his gaze on me intently.

He grasped my hand, guiding me as I walked, but I persistently shrugged him off.

“Ivan!” I slapped his back in frustration when he lifted me onto his shoulders again. He continued walking with me perched on him, heading towards the villa. Oh, right, he was supposed to stay here for one month.

Recalling the events, I started crying once more. We were on the verge of parting ways.

I clung to his shoulder tightly.

“Why did you come here?” I prodded his chest with my index finger.

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“What?!” He appeared irritated. I couldn’t help but laugh. I cried and laughed, feeling like I might be losing my mind.

“I’m okay with a breakup; leave me with a child. I want two children. I won’t get married again. I’ll just dedicate all my time and love to them. Loving a man is exhausting. I’ve only loved one man.”

“Are you regretting it?” he asked solemnly.

“Yes. But if it weren’t for you, Heather wouldn’t exist,” I admitted, tears welling up. “What’s wrong with me, Ivan? What am I lacking?”

He shook his head.

” I believed you loved me more. I thought your feelings for Maureen had faded, but due to the events surrounding her death, you’re contemplating leaving me. I thought I had become the one you loved now.”

A tear rolled down Ivan’s cheek. He retrieved the key to his villa.

“Let me down,” I commanded, but he just tightened his grip on me.

He gently placed me on his bed.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered.

“Why did you bring me here if you’re just going to put me to sleep?”

Though irritated, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

“You’re persistent in getting drunk,” he complained. He grabbed a bottle of water and filled a glass, handing it to me.

“We’ll talk tomorrow when you’re not drunk.”

“I’m not even drunk. And I’m not sleepy yet,” I insisted, though the truth was my vision was already spinning. He adjusted my pillow, moving closer and wrapping his arms around me, despite my resistance.

“Did you come here to bid farewell to our daughter?”

“No.”

“Did you come to see her before you leave the country?”

“No.”

“Did you come to say goodbye to me?”

“Yes.”

I slapped him on his chest.

“Why do you keep hurting me over and over, Ivan?”

“I’m sorry. Let’s talk tomorrow when you’re not drunk.”

I pushed him away and struggled to get up. I left the villa and then started running when he chased after me.

We ran along the shore until I stopped upon seeing a white tent adorned with flowers and LED lights. What’s this?

I was about to walk past when I noticed my name on the side. It was crafted there using stones and LED lights. I turned to look at Ivan, who was shedding tears while smiling at me.

“I am saying goodbye to the past so I could marry you again.”

“Do you really have to hurt me before proposing?”

I looked at him, feeling a bit drunk but still maintaining some clarity, just a bit dizzy.

“I’m sorry, Ivan. The ongoing pain has become overwhelming. I am declining because I feel drained and exhausted from our experiences.”