Her Ex-husband Is A God Of War

4

“I must commend your boldness.” While she was still talking a blue Rolls-Royce pulled in front of them.

“My driver is here. Give me your number so we can discuss,” she said.

Charles glanced at the car. She is rich and she is behaving like this? Now that she was standing up and her hair no longer in a ponytail, she didn't look like a middle schooler but that wouldn't change his perspective about her.

“Hello?” She waved her hand in his face.

“What do you need my number for?”

“You must never mention anything you saw this evening to anyone.”

Charles scoffed. “I had no intention of doing that.”

Another frown flashed across Sadie's face. The man looks humble and he is talking to her like he'd to a normal person. Annoying yet amusing.

“I'll still need your number though. By the time this gets in the news, you will be nowhere to be found.”

“News? Do I look like a reporter? Even if I do, I can't cover cheap news like this.”

Sadie scoffed. Is this man pretending not to know who she is or playing hard to get? It must be the latter. There was no one in New York who didn't know her.

“Since you have refused to give me your number, let's meet at this bar tonight. You have to sign a contract that you'll never mention anything that happened between us to anyone.”

Charles shook his head. This woman must be insane. He started in the opposite direction, ignoring her shouts at him to come back.

Later that morning, it was a tired Charles that flunked on the hotel bed. It was a surprise to him when he woke up the next day. How did he sleep?

His wife cheated on him last night. How could he have slept?

He sighed as he washed himself. He was going to get some food in the hotel's restaurant when he got a call.

It was his mother-in-law calling.

He hung up. Her daughter must have told her what she did.

Five minutes later, Charles had gotten a total of seventy missed calls from his mother-in-law.

“What the hell?” He muttered as he answered the incoming call, still from her.

“Come here right now!” She snapped, almost making his ear go deaf.

And before he could reply? She hung up. That was the tradition.

She would always hang up on him. Even when he had something to say? She had never given him a chance to express himself—Not like she considered him a “person” anyway.

Charles felt his neck impulsively for a necklace that was supposed to be there. He frowned.

He glanced at his reflection on the phone for it. There was no necklace on his neck. In a flash, he dashed back to his suite.

He tossed out all the stuff in his bag. No way. He emptied the bag, all the content. The necklace was nowhere to be found.

He turned his pocket inside out. The necklace was gone.

“Shit!” He ran his hand through his hair. Did he lose the necklace?

That necklace is the major reason why he became a god of war! The only path to the vengeance he’d longed for, against the one who slaughtered his elder brother in cold blood.

Where could he have left it? He dashed out of the hotel, took a cab back to his wife's house. Could he have forgotten to get the necklace in his hurry to leave.

As soon as he stepped into the sitting room, he met his mother-in-law and ex-wife. His mother-in-law did a 180 spin once she saw him.

“Where have you been, you idiot?” His mother-in-law snapped at him.

Charles glanced at his wife, she rolled her eyes and hissed under her breath.

Didn't she say it? He'd be back crawling for forgiveness within twenty four hours.

“And what is it that I heard you did?” His mother-in-law asked sharply.

“I'm not here because you called me. I came to get something,” Charles said.

“Get something indeed,” his wife sneered. “Was it your car key? You must have forgotten it,” she added sarcastically.

But Charles was in no mood to reply to her. Once he got the ring, he would be leaving this damn stupid house forever.

"What did you do to Emmy yesterday?" His mother-in-law asked sharply.

Charles stopped mid-step, blinking. "What did I do to her?" he repeated, stunned. "Not what she did to me?"

"Oh my God… stress…" His mother-in-law pressed her fingers to her temple like she was about to faint. "Do you have any idea how much Emmy sacrificed just to marry you, you ungrateful thing? And this is how you repay her? By tearing this family apart?"

Charles turned to Emmy. Her expression was calm. No remorse, no shame, just cold calculation.

"What is she talking about?" he asked her directly. "You didn’t tell her what really happened last night?"

"I did," Emmy said without blinking. "I told her you barged into the guest room, accused Roger of something disgusting, and embarrassed me in front of a business partner."