Married to my Ex-wife's boss

Chapter Twenty-four

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.

The wedding happened very quickly, too quick for David to have the chance to understand.

He couldn't even explain the situation to anyone if they cared to ask because he could not even see clearly.

For all he could remember was him being led—dragged to the church and to court. He could faintly recall signing a few documents. But that was all.

Every other thing had melted into space.

Barely three months passed since his divorce before he had been tied to yet another woman.

He wasn't complaining, not that he could even if he wanted to. The deed had been done. There was no going back whatsoever.

So he chose the good part to look at.

The marriage was a good idea; he couldn't doubt that. It was the best of every match needed to get work done quickly.

He only had faint problems about the hurriedness of it that nagged through his chest.

For one, he couldn't wrap his head round the urgency in Sandra's dad's voice. It sounded so much like he had a lot to gain in the matrimony.

But that was the problem. He couldn't see anything worthwhile about himself that could make him yearn to grasp.

Was it money? Hell, he knew they had more public money and assets than he did. So it couldn't be that.

And Roseline, did she accept solely because of her love for him? He pondered more, letting the thoughts simmer into his throbbing head.

He shrugged mentally, taking in the view that the 8th floor of the building could ever promise.

Maybe it was due to the love she had for him. He struggled to make the excuses that sounded very unbelievable to him.

The speed at which the marriage was conducted was suspicious. No one would agree to hold a church wedding with just a priest, bride and groom and bride's father.

Yes, people might want that. But it still didn't make sense hiding the wedding but parading him around as her spouse.

And to think that Roseline had been very eager to transfer some of her assets to him was another situation of wonder.

He only had to cuddle and smooch her for her to lead him to her father to get some blessings and the assets transferred.

She even went as far as bringing in the media to act as witnesses to the transfer.

It wasn't what he wanted. But it had been done before he could even let out a word of discomfort.

Maybe he couldn't cry sooner because he knew that it was expected. That getting married to the City's chamber of commerce president's daughter wasn't going to be a hidden affair.

And that it would come with its own benefits.

The media had swarmed around him, merging his divorce, marriage and transfer of assets into one for questioning.

Most of the journalists asked the most important nagging question in his mind.

How has the transfer of assets been done in such a short while?

And as expected he had no answer nor time to think about it. Roseline had come in to sever the blockade and before he could blink his alpha male self was inside the safe confines of her father's office.

The questions and media attention were natural and expected. Roseline was a renowned CEO whom everyone looked up to, even his crazed ex-wife.

It wasn't out of place to have a blockade almost everywhere they went.

About Sandra, he had not heard a word about her since that cursed day where she had forgotten her brain in her home.

There wasn't even time for that. Within two weeks of proposal, they had undergone a church wedding and a court marriage to his bewilderment.

He had questioned himself if it had at all been necessary. Court marriage for a spy who meant to lay low and carry out all the preposterous tasks he was expected to carry out?

He hadn't been too sure. But then he wasn't sure of anything. He was just taking a risk. With any help he could say calculative risk.

But he couldn't. The risk wasn't even the least bit calculative.

He wasn't sure how deep the task will take him nor his survival chance in the mission. So there was a high chance he had miscalculated.

“A dollar for your thoughts?” Roseline startled him, eyes glistening with joy that immediately melted his shock and even his uncertainty as she came to stand beside him at the rail.

He could see some semblance of love in her eyes. The love that he wasn't sure had ever shone in Sandra's face.

Or had it? He couldn't recall.

“Nothing much,” he said, turning back to the view.”

I'm just thinking of how happy we'd be as married couples now,” he blushed or at least, he thought he did.

“Stop it!” Roseline hit him playfully. “We're going to be happy. I'm sure of it,” she replied with beaming smiles as the wind helped her to fly her hair.

“We've taken the best step ever. There's no way it wouldn't bring happiness to us.”

David had nothing more to say. He hoped, if not for anything, but for the first two years that he was to spend with her to be filled with the happiness she wished.

Marriage more than three years wasn't going to be possible. It was accepted. He accepted it with his whole chest.

“Oh what a wonderful world🎙️🎶” she hummed, eyes trained in the moving object.

“What song is that?” David feigned interest. They had both sighted the same thing—the same person who alighted from the car right in front of Roseline's company building with his guards.

“It's just a song from my childhood,” she replied casually, still looking down over the rail, no utter of extra emotion splattering on her face.

David's heart, as strong as it had always been, failed him.

What could the president be looking for in Roseline's company of all places?