The Billionaire’s Ex Wife

Very early the next morning, they were ready and down for breakfast with the luggage heaped in the living room, for the maids to take to the car. Even Amanda’s parents were amazed when they came down and met then already in the dining munching their meals, fully dressed

“Isn’t it too early? It’s not like you are going to another continent,” Mrs. Holland complained, her face sullied with concern. It not every time she gets to see her daughter and now that she is here, because of her busy body, she has helped quicken their dismissal.

She had been the one to inform Daisy mom that her daughter was at her place yesterday. She couldn’t hold back from blowing the horn on the kid because all these years since she left, Mrs. Holland saw the emptiness in her friends anytime she saw any picture of Daisy on television or anything concerning her was mentioned. She knows what it means to lose a child because she lost one too. Though through death. She wouldn’t want that for any mother not to mention someone dear to her.

So, she had sneaked to her room to tell her friend to come and see her daughter and maybe try to get her to forgive her for her dissertation when the girl needed her most. However, from the look of things, she didn’t get her wish.

“Mom, we have to leave now so as to get there early. We have programs to attend that involve the upcoming show.”

“But that’s why you have assistants, Daisy,” The woman rushed to her and Daisy as if just seeing the woman reclined back in her huddle to look up at her. “Is it because of your mother that you two are running away?”

Daisy’s mouth pulled in, to hold back from telling the old lady to stop calling that woman her mother but she didn’t because she knew that would necessitate more arguments. Arguments as the least of the things she yearned for right now. “No, mom, it’s just that we have never been away from the company like this. It’s either I’m around to take care of things or she is…” She smiled to accompany the statement and hoped the woman would drop it or at least leave her out of it.

“Okay, if you say so..” The woman uttered but from her drab tone one could tell she wasn’t fully convinced.

Amanda’s father came down to join them and they are in silence. After that, Daisy checked through her emails while waiting for Amanda to finish up. She was such a slow eater and eats much too.

“So, Dee, I hope you will be able to forgive your…”

“Mother,” Amanda called slowly, her eyes trained on the woman. “Drop it.”

“Why? I’m only saying…” Amanda stood abruptly.

“Thanks, Dad, thanks ma… We will be leaving now.”

Her mother sighed in defeat, knowing this one is beyond her. Even her daughter now thinks she is being too nosey. “Alright, I will not talk about it. Try to take care of yourselves and if someday you decide that you want to change your taste in a partner, let me know…”

“I will put that under consideration, mom. For now,” She went to kiss her cheek and her father’s. “He will see you guys.”

“Okay, Pincho,” Her father called her a name he used often when she was little as a result of her petite nature. “And Daisy, please do take care.”

“Thanks, Mr. Holland, thanks for having me.” She went to kiss the cheek of Amanda’s mother who patted her shoulder mildly, and then Mr. Holland.

They accompanied them outside until they got into the car and zoomed off the garage. That was only when Daisy exhaled and so did Amanda.

“Those two can be so annoying!” Amanda careened, bringing out her laptop. She placed it on her lap and sorted through her emails.

“I thought I would never make it out there with my head complete,” Daisy confessed.

Daisy knew what Mrs. Holland did and knew she was the one that called her mother yesterday. She wasn’t angry with her at all, and knew she meant well, still, she would have preferred if the woman would learn to mind her business at times. She never complained to her about wanting to meet her family again and now going home for a moment, she feels bad with the way she acted.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Maybe she is not better than her parents after all. They were stone hearted people and growing up and making sole decisions, she found out that she also had that character trait. She hardly let people walk on her and go scot-free. In one way or the other, she is bound to make them pay.

She shook off the awful thought and twisted to the side to face Amanda and asked, “so now what’s up? ”

“How?” Amanda asked to sample a design her assistant sent her.

Daisy’s head craned into the laptop, the design making her mouth water. Seeing shits like this makes her retake her vow of dying a designer. Mehn! They are so beautiful.

“I mean, about Argentina..”

Amanda snorted. “I’m serious, do you know her address and all that, so you don’t get stranded when you get there.”

“I have made a reservation and I will be fine. Don’t worry about me,” She smiled at Daisy.

“Okay…” Daisy smacked her lip and shifted back to her former position to look outside the window. Hopefully, her friend would finally settle down and that would leave her…

“Have you called Ethan since you got here?” Amanda startled her back, and she fluttered her eyes, her head working to piece words together.

“No,” She informed the other, then went further to ask, “why should I?”

“Because he is with your child, don’t forget he is doing you a favor.”

Daisy paused before responding, her forehead furrowed in a puzzle. “How is he doing me a favor considering I just granted his wish of wanting to be with his son?”

“Because you called out of the blue and asked him to help and he accepted. Many men despite the child being theirs would have come up with an excuse, particularly after what happened.”

Daisy knew she was right still, she couldn’t accept Ethan was doing her a favor. “I’m not calling him to be honest. I will go straight to his house to get my boy and dog, and then I might tell him thank you!” She clapped her hands deliriously and bobbed her shoulders. Amanda knew better than to convince her it was wrong.

“I just hope you do the right thing, Dee. I want you to be happy.”

“Thanks, baby. I got this…”

The ride to the house was perilous. Daisy had to sleep for a long time because her period chose that day to come and she had serious cramps. After she departed from Amanda at the airport, which made the entire thing very stressful. The lunch she had was that it was first class which afforded her enough space for herself and asked for extra tampons from the hostess.

Reaching home, she couldn’t go to Ethan’s house and had to go right to bed after ordering her maid to prepare something very delicious for her.

Three days later, her cramps developed into fever and kept her bedridden. She had called her assistant to tell her what was going on as well as demand feedback on the design’s progress as well as book a doctor’s appointment with her.

Today’s morning, the doctor came to check her and told her it was stress and demanded she stay home to rest for some time, hence returning to work. She didn’t agree with him but had to agree with him. She planned to leave tomorrow for the office to check her progress. She isn’t and hasn’t been a fan of letting other people handle her job, not when it comes to matters that concern her company.

Amanda was worried too and had suggested to Daisy that she fled back to take care of her but Daisy refused. Now, here she was on the third cup of ache soothe but the only progress she had gotten so far was the hurried need to close her eyes to the world.

She dropped the glass on her lampstand and climbed into the bed, her eyes swinging to her laptop on the mini table, wishing she could get any work done. Lying down would only make her sick, plus she was feeling deep chills.

Her eyes started fluttering close when a knock came at the door, and she was snatched back from sleep as if the person outside, who when the door opened, was Ethan, didn’t want her to sleep.

“Hey,” He greeted.

“Hy,” She said, wondering what he was doing there. How he knew she was back was something she didn’t want to think about.

He came to stop in front of her bed directly in front of her. “I’m sorry about your health,” He said.

“It’s nothing,” her eyes skidded about. “Did you come with Danny and Ella?”

“No,” He looked like he was conflicting with himself on what to say… Then went ahead to say it, anyway. “My mom is taking care of them…” Daisy didn’t know what propelled her fast from the bed, her eyes flaring daggers at Ethan.

“What did you say…?”

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