His Ex Wife novel Chapter 7

Iyan's Pov

I could not believe she was here right in front of me, with a different face i had never seen before, and yet, it seemed so familiar, she still reminded me of her...

I remember exactly 6 years ago when i had opened that door and had seen Yvonne, the shock and bewilderment I had experienced, the joy of seeing her back, of being lucky enough that the universe had understood my longing and pain for her and returned her to me, except for the fact that Yvonne wasn't her, she looked just exactly like her.

Even my classy parents were ashamed to call me their son because I was not like Scott-my step-brother. Scott was the younger one; his mom Parmela, an Italian woman and my father had had an affair for too long- of course it would have stayed that way: hidden- if Parmela had not met that Jewish millionaire she fled to Australia with, leaving Scott under the legal custody of my father.

My mother’s reaction does surprise me at most times though, even though she found out about the affair, she had been too kind to accept Scott as her own younger son. She was angry with my father but her rage had no place towards Scott or his mother. Scott was barely 7 when he had taken my mother away from me; his deceiving innocent face and pitiful state; just enough to melt my mother away from me.

He grew up to be a pride for both of them, his social skills and good looks were talk of the town among the women and their daughters who chased my mother like bees obsess over honey. In the matters of money, Scott had always been ahead of me; sometimes I used to think he was taking too much interest in the financial status of my family, but my dad’s heart and trust were easy to win with that keen interest of his; two birds killed with one stone.

From where I stood, neither did I stay social with the rich affluent kids of my neighborhood and their parents, nor did I hold any interest in minting money. I spent most of my time in the library at both home and high school.

For most of our childhood years, Scott had been a constant bully to me, he never even considered me his brother, but that feeling had not been mutual either way. Since we were good at academics, both of us got admitted to Cambridge, and father thought what a pride he had to hold in this- his both sons, in the best institute in town and soon would be ready to take over his international Empire.

Little did he know, little did I know that Scott had snatched the one most treasured and beloved to me...and now he was doing the same with Yvonne, if not snatching, he had broken her, it was quite evident.

"I cannot believe this.." she mumbled loud enough, disbelief flooding her eyes.

"I want to help you Yvonne, i know what Scott did to you, he was a scumbag back then and he would always remain one..." I said spitting venom with every word I spoke.

She seemed to ponder for a long moment and then finally nodded, looking at me, "I'm so happy to see you Iyan, I had thought I'd never see of you again," she said with a complacent and sad smile but i knew how i was going to erase that sorrow or at least how i was going to bring her vengeance from Scott.

"Promise me you wouldn't fall for him again Yvonne, I'm not imposing this on you, but I’m determined to see Scott Anderson RUINED!"

She sat still, lost in thoughts, "What's he done to you? I hope nothing worse than what happened to me..." she murmured, drifting off.

"I'll tell you that...one day, when the time is right," I said as I began to think of her, before getting up brusquely, her stark lifeless eyes filling my head, just as the last I had seen of her.

I handed her some documents quickly and spoke, "As from tomorrow, you would be our new Marketing Manager, I want you to work for me until he tries to contact you again, we will discuss the rest in my office. I'll see you in London, you will be sent the ticket soon."

I stormed out before she could say another word, only one name on my mind, her voice, her laugh, her sorrow, her joy, her face that I had yearned to see, Mariella...

2 Weeks later...

"Sir, someone's here to see you," my secretary Warren whispered softly to me.

I looked up and said, "Send her in." I was expecting Yvonne since the day i arrived here in London, "finally..." I thought when I saw her entering my office, her fingers fidgeting with the handle of her purse.

I smiled warmly and welcomed her to sit in front of me. Her face's nervous smile indicated that she was still uncomfortable with this new me. Indeed, it was difficult for me to settle with her new face too, her older face reminded me of her but this new Yvonne was just really a combination of the actual Yvonne and her.

"It's alright Yvonne, I'm not that classy douchebag billionaire you read about on Wattpad," I said smiling.

She looked at me for a second and then burst out laughing loudly, "Right you know, I was imagining just that, from this addicting story called, "The girl he never noticed" where Jade-"

I smiled while saying, "I bet I'll constantly need to remind you to spare me those silly stories of yours."

"Yeah right." she said rolling her eyes, “but I had to point this out, you have changed so much…” she said, looking right into my eyes, her eyes then drifting to my hair.

It suddenly reminded me of how she used to take off my glasses and then give me a small kiss me on the forehead and smell my messy hair and her soft voice in my ears as she used to whisper ‘I like you’ and then chuckle in my ear, kissing my cheek again.

I turned my back abruptly as her soft chuckles and words filled my mind. It was time to get back to the man who was our culprit. My knuckles turned white as I imagined punching Scott in the face for what he did, but even that was too little.