The Return Of His Ex Wife Chapter 3: The CEO

DEREK'S POV

"I still can't believe you were able to defy that demonic girl's attack, you and our precious baby." I watched my mother say to lissa as we had dinner together.

lissa's smile was very bright and cheery. "Thank you so much, ma'am."

"Please, call mom." My mom said with a pleased grin. "Good riddance, anyway."

I was silent all through dinner. The al was not as delicious as I'd hoped it would be. Funny was starting to find differences between lissa and Tara. Their cooking was not the sa. Tara's was better. Then, if I were to compare their beauty...

"Fuck you, moron!" I groaned and everyone turned to stare at . Clearing my throat, I averted my attention and pretended I was watching the TV.

There was a way my uncle glanced at , like he had stripped all naked and could very well see a transparent version of with all of my hidden thoughts and feelings. I didn't like it.

"Excuse , let clear this." lissa got up, taking all our plates to the kitchen. She was always extra like that. Why bother at all when there were maids everywhere to do that?

But my mother seed pleased at least. "Oh this is why you're my favorite. Not even Desdra, don't tell her I said so." She chuckled. Desdra had not been able to make it as she was busy, else, she would have protested.

Together, lissa and my mother left the table, leaving with my uncle. Great! I sighed and waited for his supposed words of wisdom.

"I know you don't feel the sa without her around." He said at last.

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing through so easily. "Uncle, how's aunt Maria?" I asked, just to change the subject.

"Oh you know, she's chilling down there. In her graveyard." My uncle Miles said casually, and my heart ached for a split second.

"I am so sorry." I quickly apologized. His wife was dead eight years ago. How could I say sothing so stupid like that!

"Its okay." Uncle Miles just smiled. "I miss her everyday. And it hurts because I will never be able to tell her that. Or how I always loved her apple pies, even though they tasted like burnt cake."

I heaved in a deep sigh. "Don't try to give advises on Tara, uncle. She's a murderer!" I snapped. "She hurt lissa on purpose. That's how she is. Besides, whether it was true or not, I suppose it was best Tara left the way she did. Finally, mother can have grandkids. Sothing Tara couldn't provide."

I rember all her attempts, all the visits to the hospital, all of her muffled tears at night at the fear she might never be able to give birth. How dare soone like that have the arrogance to divorce ? It was just too sudden!

"If that's what you would love to tell yourself at night, then fine." Uncle Miles said. "But I want you to always listen to your heart, dear boy. You need to--"

My mother rushed out, "that's enough, brother. Why must you try to make my son's life miserable like yours? The woman he loves is in the kitchen there. So don't try to ruin this beautiful relationship with your stupid advises."

I rolled my eyes. My mother could be over dramatic at tis. But I chose to stand by her words now.

"Sorry, uncle." I said out loud. "But my mother is right. I do love lissa. And I will never forgive Tara for what she'd done." I made a ntal promise to myself.

Ronaldo, my trusted man and P.A walked in. "Oh, Ronaldo. Do you have news for ?" I raised my brows, hoping he was around to deliver what I'd asked. He gave a firm nod. "Very well then. Co." I said to him, leading him to the library which my private study room was also located.

Once inside after the door had been shut, Ronaldo sighed. "We found nothing, sir."

I scoffed, huffing in anger already. This wasn't the first ti since two weeks after Tara's disappearance that Ronaldo had been failing to bring news of her whereabouts!

"Where could she be!" I groaned. "You have always been so competent, should I be worried now?"

"Sir," he flinched. "The thing is that we keep getting 'invalid' in most of our searches. Like she had blocked her locations to the public." Ronaldo tried to explain. I couldn't bla him though. I waved off for a dismissal and he gave a slight bow before walking out.

"Fine. If this is what you want Tara, I will find you soon. And sue you for this damage. How can you just divorce and disappear like this!" Part of was hoping that she was alright. It would be devastating to find out anything bad had happened.

I decided to hope for the best and save my strength for when I find her.

7 YEARS LATER

"Everything is all set." lissa was adjusting my tie and getting ready for the evening. "Seriously, it was an effort to drag you away from your study room. Damn it, when did you beco such a nerd?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just finish the knotting. We wouldn't want to be late now, would we?" I smirked, hoping it sounded convincing enough. For seven years, I have tried to act natural around lissa but it just never was the sa with Tara.

Thankfully, I'd been able to distract my mind with other things pertaining to work and it had really paid off. Now, the Marisol Law Firm was beginning to reach top places globally and eting the list at top 10 successful businesses on NYC list.

I couldn't ask for anything else. I had already t with the personal assistant of A&A Enterprise, ready to et the CEO of the firm to sign our partnership deal. Tonight was the formal dinner party to make our partnership official.

I felt a little skeptical of course, with the thought that I would be eting with the CEO, one of Mr. Aniston's sons, since I heard he had passed down the business to his children.

"Say hello for to Nina when she cos back from mother's place." I said to lissa before turning to leave. I kept the beautiful na of our daughter in my mind to cheer up for whatever the evening had to offer.

Once at the venue, I frowned at the way paparazzi had filled the entire hall. It seed funny to that I had to hake my head. Firstly, this so called CEO was late, and yet, people still anticipated his return. Then, everything seed a little extra that it made my insides cringe. I just couldn't wait to sign the deal and be off on my way ho.

"When will he be here?" I turned to Ronaldo and said. He only shrugged, which got more angry.

Then out of the blue, a man ran forward screaming; "the CEO is here! She's here!"

She? I gathered my attention towards the entrance wondering what that man had many by a 'she'. Maybe it had been a mistake? Probably English wasn't his first language?

Then I saw her walk in. It was in such an elegance manner that my mouth fell open as I glared in shock. Her long brown hair was now a short blondish color that accentuated her fair skin, and her curves seed to have beco fuller, adding beauty to her body in all the right ways.

She smiled, waving to the public so confidently that he wondered if she was the sa woman who was always so afraid of roaches. He wondered if she still was.

"Uh, boss, are we seeing the sa thing?" I heard Ronaldo voice said, and I nodded like a fool. For seven years I had been searching for her, and here she was looking so stunning like a goddamn celebrity!

"Tara." The words ca out of my lips. "That's Tara, Ronaldo."