There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Hearing what Anya said, Nina beamed with pleasure, "I am so happy that you could think it that way. Don't even bother to pay attention to that bitch. As the saying goes, karma is real."

"Just look at the frightening expression of her hanging up hurriedly when Phil called her."

Presumably it never crossed Gracie's mind that Phil would suddenly show up. This was what we call God's plan.

Anya was amused by Nina's words. She had to admit that Nina was really good at protecting others' feeling and cheering up the atmosphere. It became such a bliss to whoever became her friends.

Anya told Nina her troubles. "I am now deeply annoyed and also confused as to what to do next. My body isn't apt for escaping again but I really hate to see his face."

She ran away from her home country to this country. Now she had settled here, from education to personal adaptation. Frankly she was too exhausted to plan another escape, letting alone the fact that her body now couldn't withstand any tiny jolt.

Plus, she dropped the idea of running after this incident. Phil had the ability to locate her no matter where she hid herself. She might as well stay at where she was now.

Yet she still didn't want to see him.

"It is troublesome." Maisie could understand how she felt. Maisie had the similar experience of trying to shun Ezra but failing.

Nina came up with an idea. "How about this? You pretend to be sick all the time and turn him away by saying that you want some private space and have a good rest. He must accede to your demand since you are pregnant now. In this way you can greatly save yourself from meeting him."

"Or you can ignore him. He wouldn't dare to go against your will."

was the last thing

to stay away from him." Anya approved

that

solution I could think of." Anya agreed with them. She had to wait until she gave birth to her

on her

class ended early and the part-time servant who cooked the meals for her hadn't arrived. So

But for her, it went from killing vomiting in the first period to little discomfort except aptness to

as she came back to her place, she could easily fall asleep in the sofa, the bed and the recliner she put in the balcony, anywhere in her apartment. For all that, she placed blankets in

smell of food. She wondered if she was still in a dream because the smell was rather

apartment since she sometimes couldn't able to make it before the servant

the servant was really nice, not much of a talker but real helper. She was a good and

and the smell of food filled the room, Anya knew that dinner was

she surprisingly found that it was not the servant. Phil, bizarrely in her pink apron that didn't go

say things eloquently, "How,

to Anya's astonishment, Phil

the dish and elaborated, "The servant you hired is highly uncountable. I said that I am your friend and she let me in. What would happen if today it wasn't me, instead someone viciously planning on something, coming to your apartment? You are at risk that

was quite dangerous, to let people come into her place when she

he added, "So I