CHASING MY EX-WIFE

CHAPTER 5

Richard's POV

Radiant in a champagne-coloured dinner gown with tiny diamonds nearly arranged around her neck region, she looked different from the woman I know.

The look in her eyes.

The way she spoke earlier.

And the pretentious smile on her face is all enough to make me argue back and forth that this isn't Arabel but someone else.

However, the anger I saw etched deep in her eyes. The way she dragged that cute little girl away while stamping her feet towards the exit was enough proof that it was indeed her.

My ex-wife.

The same woman I have been looking for since she left the night I suggested a divorce.

I never knew she was going to take it the bad way. I thought it was a mutual feeling and agreement for us to depart as soon as Eve was back.

At the thought of Eve, my chest contracts painfully as memories of her betrayal reel back in. I shut my eyes and shake it.

My life hasn't remained the same. The very moment these two women left; Eve and Arabel.

“Our meeting was supposed to be scheduled for tomorrow but she decided to Grace the occasion…” I raise a hand to cut Ashley short from her explanation. “Set up a meeting now.”

My gaze does not leave hers even though she is trying so hard to avoid mine. The joyless smile is still tucked on her beautiful face.

She is more beautiful than I can remember. The woman I got married to seven years ago barely makes up. But here she is all dressed gorgeously with red lipstick, making her lips inviting.

Her skin is creamy and flawless like porcelain. Her auburn hair is silky and her eyes are shining brightly.

Unconsciously, my eyes settle on the little girl holding her hand. 

She bumped into me a while ago. Instead of apologizing, she demanded that I do that instead. I told her she bumped into me but she insisted that I was the one who bumped into her.

After I apologized to her, mesmerized by her show of confidence, I asked her for her name. She told me and added that her mother was a great woman which was why she was named Daisy. She wouldn't stop talking about her mom.

Suddenly, it hits me.

Daisy?

Is Arabel the mother she was talking to me about a while ago?

Did she remarry?

I look up and Arabel is watching me with pure hatred.

Ashley leaves my side and goes close to her to inform her about the unplanned meeting which I am hoping she would agree to.

I have a lot to ask her. We have a lot to talk about. But something tells me she won't concur. Obviously, she is still mad at me for what happened four years ago.

Surprisingly, I see her nodding her head eagerly and Ashley leads the way. Dumbfounded, I follow.

I'm sure I am not nervous but I can feel the twinge of anticipation darting down my spine.

Arabel is in New York.

Does Mother know? How long has she been around?

I gave up looking for her a year ago when I had my men search the whole of New York all to no avail. 

What baffles me is the young girl whose fingers are entwined with hers. She keeps looking back and smiling sweetly at me. Her smile is contagious because I find myself smiling back.