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38. Sly Tricks
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My Obsessive Ex 39. Unexpected Event
Love can’t be forced because heart always knows where it should be anchored. *** “Miss Aleta? Y—” Unfortunately, Freud’s question was interrupted as soon as Aleta turned around and hastily left the door where she peeked. Standing while carrying some folders on his hands, Freud could still hear the unclear mutter that slipped from Aleta’s lips. Nevertheless, he didn’t pay attention to it. It’s not his business. Freud shrugged. His lips pursed a little before he eventually went into Qeiza’s and Chin Hwa’s office. Aleta felt very annoyed for realizing her action was being caught red handed by Freud. She even got madder. In fact, her attack on Qeiza was just an illusion. The woman she hated the most was still fine, focusing her mind on her works. “This time you are safe and can smile in happiness,” mumbled Aleta. “But another time, I’ll make sure that you’ll swim in the sea of tears.” Aleta threw everything on her desk. She vented all her rage. When she slammed her ass on the chair,
My Obsessive Ex 40. Regret
Regret always comes late, so think wise before making a decision. *** Ansel kicked his bedroom door hard. He untied his tie with a rough gesture then took off his coat and threw it onto the bed. “Argh! I should have gone back to the café faster,” Ansel grumbled, slamming his butt on the edge of the bed. When he arrived at the café, Qeiza was no longer there. He didn’t know where she had gone away. Ansel lost the track. “God! I forgot something.” Ansel hurriedly opened his macbook and checked his mail inbox. His head moved wildly. He seemed to be impatient while downloading some attachments he got. Ansel’s face stiffened when he compared the pictures attached in his email to the pictures that he got from the boy he paid. “Shit!” Ansel screamed while grabbing his hair roughly. “So, Ae Ri is Qeiza?” Ansel bit his fist. Various emotions mixed in his heart. Anger, regret, and confusion were combined in his blue heart. Ansel’s bones suddenly felt powerless and lost their energy, li
My Obsessive Ex 41. She's My Wife
No secret can stay forever. *** Qeiza was standing like a statue in the middle of her apartment door. She was just going to work and seeing a strange view, not far from there. Ansel was sleeping curled up while holding both his knees—like a cold kitten—on the left side of the door. Slowly Qeiza tiptoed closer to Ansel, reassuring that she didn’t see wrong. She couldn’t understand how Ansel ended up sleeping on the floor, outside of her apartment. 'He’s really nuts!'' Qeiza thought. How could Ansel—who always upheld his dignity—visit his ex-wife’s residence and spend the night there like a guardian dog? Qeiza sighed while shaking her head. For a moment she considered whether she had to wake him up or not. She looked around. That apartment corridor was empty. “Ah, just let him sleep!” Qeiza finally decided to let Ansel stay there. She turned around and intended to go from there. But, something grabbed her foot. Qeiza looked down. She saw Ansel’s hand stopped her steps. “Let it g
My Obsessive Ex 42. Failed Plan
Basically, a woman is a very forgiving creature event though she is often hurt. Nonetheless, if her disappointments have exceeded her tolerance and made her leave, then don’t ever expect her to come back even though your tears are the tears of blood. *** That morning, the weather was brighter than usual. The outside temperature was at the lowest degree in the fall, five degrees of Celsius. Qeiza felt her bones shiver so that she fastened her steps to get into her office. She really craved the heating. Her sigh of relief blew out when a warm temperature caressed the surface of her skin after she put off her coat and hung it on the stand hanger that’s available on the corner of her room. Qeiza rubbed her palms in order to make the frozen weather could go faster. “Your coffee, Miss!” An office boy came in at the right time. He served her a cup of mochachino. “Thank you!” Qeiza smiled friendly. Enjoying the combination of milk, chocolate, and espresso in the cold morning was really
My Obsessive Ex 43. Ansel's Determination
A man will do everything to win the woman he loves. *** The king of the day had fallen asleep at the end of the twilight. The Goddess of the night swiftly took over his duty to illuminate the universe. A security guard was patrolling on the parking lot. The stomping of his shoes echoed scarily. His hand was holding a flashlight. He shined the light on every corner occupied by the darkness, reassuring that everything was safe and under controlled. “Who’s there?” He asked himself when his flashlight showed a silhouette of a man with his head resting on the steering wheel. He kept walking to close the guy. The light that landed on his eyelids caused Adnan to come to his sense. He narrowed his blurred eyes. He blocked the light with his left arm. “Are you alright, Sir?” The security guard asked Adnan after knocking the glass of his car window. Adnan—who hadn’t successfully gathered all his consciousness yet—lifted his head. He was still a little dazed. “Yeah. I’m fine,” he replied
My Obsessive Ex 44. How Rude You Are!
When a man treats a woman gently, that’s he begins to hold the key to winning her heart. *** That morning was a lucky day for Ansel. When he arrived at Qeiza’s apartment, his ex-wife had just locked the door. She’s ready to go to work. Ansel got closer to Qeiza with a bright facial expression. “Good morning, Qeiza!” he greeted her while a bit bowing. The bouquet of flowers he brought was hidden behind his back. Qeiza stared at Ansel with her cold gaze. “I just found out what it’s like to be the boss,” Qeiza sneered. “Still have time to disturb someone else’s life while the others have gone to the office.” Ansel just smiled slightly responding to Qeiza’s mockery. The glimpse of the pale face of his mother forced him to forebear his emotion. No matter how, he had to succeed in persuading his ex-wife to meet his mother. “Hey! It’s not good to start the day with anger,” Ansel teased. He took out the bouquet of flowers he had hidden. Slowly, he cut the distance between them. “I hope
My Obsessive Ex 45. Rejection and Trap
Don’t totally believe in what you see, because your eyes can deceive you. *** After talking on the phone, Ansel followed into Alina’s room with the feeling of joys. He was so glad that he could fulfil his mother’s wish. “Where’s Qeiza, Mom?” asked Ansel. He looked around in all directions of the room, finding Qeiza’s presence. His left arm was hidden in the pocket of his trousers. His face was wrinkled when he couldn’t find Qeiza in that room. Alina sat up and leaned back on the headboard. She stared coldly at Ansel. “I’ve chased her away,” she replied. “What?” Ansel was shocked. “Why, Mom? You yourself asked me to bring her here.” “I asked you to bring Qeiza home,” Alina talked back. “Not that cheated woman!” “Gosh, Mom!” Ansel was speechless. He rashly turned around, hunting for Qeiza. “Stop, Ansel!” prevented Alina. “Never bring the thief back in front of me!” Ansel lowered his hand from the doorknob. He exhaled a heavy breath. He had to admit that his mother had misunders
My Obsessive Ex 46. Double-faced Woman
Beware of double-faced people because you’ll never know what kind of evil plans are hidden behind the mask of their good attitudes. *** “I don’t know what Mr. Freud whispered into your ear, Mr. Song,” said Qeiza. “But, I dare to swear. It’s not me who caused all the mess.” “Do you have the proof or witness?” Chin Hwa asked. “Here you are! I have valid evidence,” said Aleta. She didn’t give a chance to Qeiza responding to Chin Hwa’s query. She stepped forwards, handing her mobile phone to Chin Hwa. Her disdainful glance at Qeiza was like to say, 'You’re end! You’ll never win over me.' When Chin Hwa observed the pictures displaying on Aleta’s gallery, other employees were also concentrating on their phones. In fact, Aleta sent the pictures she had to the group chat of the company. Various kinds of negative comments and insults greeted each other and cornered Qeiza even more. Qeiza could say nothing. One of those pictures showed when she was trying to reach a roll of red silk fabri
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