Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Although her mother had guessed everything wrongly, she was still moved.

A few days ago, she had a fight with the family because she did not wish to return to Tayhaven for a blind date.

She had never thought that Charles would kidnap her mother for the wedding issue.

Whitney was filled with guilt.

“No, no. I like him. I signed this out of my own free will. Even though it’ll only last for a year, I still think it’s worth it.”

Her mother sighed.

Her father quickly snatched the phone and asked, “Who is that man? What is his name? How is his family? What does he work as? Does he have a car?”

“His name is Charles Newton. He used to work as a teacher in Tayhaven. You’ve both seen him before.”

A bout of noises came from the other end of the line.

Whitney’s brother seemed to be asking some questions.

Soon, her father digested Whitney’s brother’s question and asked Whitney, “Is he Charles Newton, the CEO of Newton Group in Salinsburgh?”

“He is.”

Whitney’s family finally calmed down.

They were glad that their daughter had found a rich man.

In fact, her father’s tone softened a great deal. “I’m sure a prominent figure like him will compensate you a large sum when you have your divorce, right?”

“I didn’t ask anything from him,” was what Whitney said to show them her intentions.

Her father lost his cool again. “You didn’t? How could you not? We’re all waiting for you to send money home for our living expenses! How could you not get any money from him after signing an unfair marriage contract? You’ll lose everything and waste a year of your life! Why are you so stupid?”

“Stop scolding her. I’m sure she can think for herself. She’s not dumb. She knows what she’s doing,” came Whitney’s mother’s voice.

“What the hell does she know? She flew all the way to Chanaea from Tayhaven to court this man, and it’s been five years since then! And now what? What she received is a marriage contract with a time limit. She didn’t even ask for any financial compensation! Does she think that five years of her youth is nothing? She’s not running a charity event!”

Whitney’s brother agreed with her father, “Dad’s right. No matter what, you’ve got to get some money from him. The Newton family is so rich. A million from them would be more than enough to sustain us for half our lives. I might even be able to get a house and a wife with that money.”

“Hey, stop pressuring Whitney…”

“Shut it! You’re a woman. You won’t understand this!” Whitney’s father scolded her mother.

Whitney was upset to hear that. “Father… Father.”

The cursing on the other end went on, and Whitney could even hear the sound of slapping.

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mind obout

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on expensive cor honking come from the side

like o bodyguord wolked over to her. “Are you Ms. Whitney Mellor? We

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invitotion to her. “Mr. Newton hos osked us to

“Thonk you.”

into the cor to return to the oportment to

It wos Tuesdoy.

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for Gwendolyn to ensure thot

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motter of foct, he didn’t

brot

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reoched out to touch

the window mode goosebumps form

crying, and no

from the family, and her mother had no power in the family. All Whitney could say was, “I got it. Don’t worry about me. I’ll keep sending money home, so don’t you ever

angry words, she

mother at home was a parasite. Her hometown was a conservative place. Her father was an alcoholic

phone screen and

work hard to earn lots and lots of

convince her mother to get a divorce from

her mind about that,

Honk! Honk!

then, the sound of an expensive car honking came from the

opened, and a man dressed like a bodyguard walked over to her. “Are you Ms. Whitney Mellor? We

“I am.”

invitation to her. “Mr. Newton has asked us to pick you

“Thank you.”

return to the apartment to pack

It was Tuesday.

Everyone seemed exceptionally busy.

he needed to

Gwendolyn was in the middle of discussing a collaboration with

days were crucial times for Gwendolyn

were busy, and since Benedict did not like Charles, Cedrick had no choice but

a simple-minded man, and he was easily defeated by

of fact, he

I refuse to believe that a brat like you is