The Return Of His Ex Wife Chapter 37: Let’s have a talk

Tara’s POV

For the whole ti this painful scenario played itself before , I felt numb. I couldn’t even respond to Richard asking a simple question. At least though, I was able to capture the smile on his face. Ella quickly carried him and led him out. I stood there glaring at Arlo, unable to believe my eyes at how cruel he was being right now.

Then after a short while, he turned and stord out leaving all alone in my anxiety and depression. Sohow I made it to my room. Ella soon joined .

"Hey I’m just checking up on ya, how’re you doing?" She asked.

"He isn’t like that." I found myself saying. "Even if I had hurt him, which I didn’t even think he’s still holding grudges for. Do you think he has a right to do this to ??"

She heaved in a deep sigh and sat beside on the bed. "Maybe you don’t deserve this. I hate Arlo right now, it’s okay, let’s both hate him—"

"You don’t bla him too, do you?" Tears had gathered in my eyes and filled it.

Ella looked at with pity. "Aww, honey. You know what, we don’t even have to really tell Richard, you know right? We can just co up with sothing else to distract him from this issue."

I shook my head at that thought. "Did you see his face? Richard was so happy! That’s why I have Arlo even more. I’m never speaking to him again." I said, wondering if I would be able to keep to that promise.

"You know what, this wasn’t supposed to happen at all! You know what was supposed to happen? Arlo and I would be in a fake relationship for a long ti. Ella, I actually thought of sharing so monts with Arlo at so point of our fake relationship, to have fun with him!" I confessed, pouring out my sha. Did I really know what I wanted?

"He stopped treating nicely, you know? He used to do what I said and he never got mad at ." I frowned, wondering what went wrong.

"Tara, you barely know each other. I an, why are we even talking about this right now. There’s still ti to fix this. Call him now and—"

Instantly, I knew I had to shut Ella up. "Never. Are you slow? If I call him right now, it will make look cheap and desperate, like I really like him or sothing. Besides, why would I even call him when clearly, he’s the one who’s hurt !"

I saw Ella blinked, looking in doubt. "Then don’t call him yet. I’m sure he’ll call first and apologize to you."

"I don’t care. It’s all good. Let him go to hell for all I care!"

"Tara, calm down. I’m sorry, you over reacted. Why did you have to keep ntioning that he would never be Richard’s dad? Despite all of his attempts. Don’t you realize how sad and painful that must have been to hear?"

I shrugged. "What? I only said the truth. He needed to learn about so boundaries!"

"What do you really want, Tara? Sooner or later, you’re going to have to be specific. For your sake and for Richard’s. Besides, if we really want Derek finding out about Richard now, you’ll need soone powerful like Arlo beside you. Seriously, call him and pour out your mind. You know Arlo isn’t that type of guy."

She got up before I could say anything else and hurried out. "I should go check up on Richard."

In that mont, I felt my phone buzzed and hurried to look at it. "You’re so lucky you’ve decided to call Arlo because—"

"—Arlo? No Tara Aniston, this is your step brother. Why would you speak to my wife in that manner when she was only trying to let the kids have fun together?? This is why I always tell them to stay far away from y—"

I hung up before he could go on. I wasn’t ready for Mike’s yelling right now. I didn’t have ti for that at all! But then, I really had hoped that would have been Arlo. Why wasn’t he even calling yet to apologize??

***

It was Sunday morning and I had successfully managed to avoid all their social gathering. Luckily, Sofia or any of the others had not co to disturb . I knew Richard was in good hands with Ella so I wasn’t too bothered.

Heaving in a deep sigh, I turned to the other side on my bed, muttering curses at myself for not being able to beg any sleep at all.

The sound of my phone made grunt out in frustration again. Mike had been calling all night, since the day before but I didn’t pick up. "Well, I’m even more depressed right now so I guess I can pick up." I reached for the phone on the table beside my bed to answer the call.

"et at the dining hall, right now." His voice was a muttered whisper.

"But it’s just 5:49 in the morning—" before I could protest, he had already hung up. After a couple of minutes, I was finally able to get up and locate the dining hall. It wasn’t hard to find. "Shit, I’m still in my PJs..." I noted as I passed through a glass wall.

Inside the room stood Ali and Mike both whispering sothing very loudly, like an argunt.

"Are you two love birds fighting again?" I teased, bringing their attention towards .

Mike grunted and Ali flashed a pitiful look.

"Finally, you’re here. Ali, please leave us. I have a lot to say to my kid sister."

"Step sister." I corrected.

"Why haven’t you been picking—you know what, I don’t even care. We demand an apology. You’re a liar and a cheater. Was Arlo even ever your boyfriend? Did you just pay him a lot of money and cry just for him to show up here with you?"

I ignored and turned to Ali, "hey, don’t you owe an apology? Your son almost killed my son."

"Oh please Tara, don’t be dramatic. The universe doesn’t revolve around you so stop acting like you’re a goddess or sothing."

"A goddess?" This actually brought a laughter to my face. "You’re the one who’s always been so full of herself."

"So full of herself? Tara, our kids actually like each other," as she went on to proceed, Mike stopped her shushing her up, but that was even her eyes flustered red like fire had been ignited in them.