Infatuated with my Ex-wife

Chapter 2 A Woman like you?

It was already early wee hours when Irene returned home which was cold and dark.

She threw the key and fell softly on the sofa, curling up slowly.

The bitterness and pain in her heart spread in the cold night. She really wanted to cry, but instead she

bit her lips to endure.

How could she cry first when the person who made her miserable had not shed a tear yet?

Irene snuggled into the sofa, and stayed up all night. She didn't even close her eyes for a second. She

washed hurriedly and went straight to the company.

She had a very important contract to negotiated today without any time to rest.

She had been busy all day, in her short break she pulled out her phone to take a look at it. The first

thing she opened was the entertainment headlines - The CEO of the Wilson Corporation showed up at

the birthday banquet with the female star Celine, with boundless love. it was suspected that he

divorced his wife!

There were also a number of intimate photos of the two below. Celine was radiant, beautiful and

charming. She looked affectionly at Edward's eyes. They were a perfect match. But to her, they were -

an eyesore.

Irene turned off her phone and closed her eyes.

She did not sleep all night and worked all day. She had a headache, and the blue veins on her

forehead twitched, making it even more unbearable. Now she saw her husband's news, which irritated

her even more.

"It seems that he has divorced..." Irene said sarcastically. Her mouth was full of bitterness.

Irene rubbed the gap between her eyebrows, gritted her teeth, and kept working. She had to eat with

her clients in the evening and had a lot to do, so she did not have time to be sad.

After a busy day, Irene drank two cups of black coffee and drove several employees to the Crown

Plaza hotel for the banquet.

Perhaps because she was too tired, that was why after she drunk a few cups of wine she felt a little

tipsy and uncomfortable.

She turned and said a few words to her secretary, Sherry. Then she carefully left the room and went to

the bathroom to rest a bit.

Sitting on the toilet, Irene closed her eyes tiredly, feeling the pain in her head.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside. It was very familiar and was harsh.

"Edward, you are drunk." It was Celine's sweet voice.

Irene stiffened and unconsciously tightened her fingers that was grabbing her skirt hemline.

After a while, a hoarse and mellow voice came from outside. It was Edward. she only heard him say,

"Hum..."

It seemed that he was really drunk,

"Edward, I have been so busy with work that I have not been able to spend time with you. The day

before yesterday I was detained by a banquet. It has been a long time since we have seen each

other..." Celine said in a soft and low voice. Her tone was flirtatious.

Irene tightened her grip on her skirt. Were they going to do that thing in the bathroom?

But, it suddenly became quiet outside.

In the silence, Irene could not help but picture the sex scene in her mind. Her face quickly turned pale,

and she bit her lips hard.

Her husband was there and they were only separated by a door, was lovingly cheating with another

woman outside. How ironic—

Irene gritted her teeth and deliberately pushed the door open.

Due to the excessive force, the door slammed backward and hit the wall and made a loud noise.

Celine, who had been very much frightened. She slipped and sat down directly on the ground. Startled,

she looked back and realised it was Irene. Her expression instantly turned grim. "It's you!"

Edward turned and looked at her at the same time. Perhaps it was because he was drunk; his eyes,

which had always been keen, were now calm. He looked at Irene calmly.

Irene regarded the two persons before her coldly. Celine's clothes were still neat, but Edward's were

not. His tie was off and his shirt was wide open. The red lip print stretched from his chin to his stomach,

and even the belt underneath was loosened.

If she had not kicked the door, Celine would probably have a verbal show in the bathroom.

"It's me. You did not expect it, did you?" Irene sneered. "Great star, since you are so ruthless, are not

you afraid there will be paparazzi recording your performance and making it tomorrow's headlines?"

Celine's beautiful eyes were full of disgust, but when she turned her head and faced Edward, she

looked grieved and innocent. She frowned and burst into tears. She looked very pitiful and said,

"Edward, I am scared ......"

It seemed that Edward had not sobered up from the alcohol, so he ignored Celine and kept staring at

Irene.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

Irene grinned, "I am here to see your demonstration on the spot. You go right ahead. Do not worry

about me. I promise I will not make a sound."

Edward frowned, with familiar coldness and clarity gradually appearing in his dark eyes. He began to

sober up.

"Edward!" Celine sat still on the ground, grabbed his clothes, and shouted tearfully, " Irene said she had

record a video of me. She wanted to make the headline for the paparazzi tomorrow! Please persuade

her not to do that..."

She was clearly lying, but Edward finally believed her. His eyes went cold and he asked aggressively,

"Did you take a video of her?"

Irene felt a twinge in her heart, but she still had a smile on her face. "Mr. Wilson, you are drunk. I did

not take any nefarious videos."

"She took a picture. I just saw her holding a cell phone!" Celine cried, taking Edward's arm with fear

and sadness on her face. "Edward, ask her to give us her cell phone. I will check it, if not, I will return it

immediately." This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Celine's eyes were filled with tears. As she wiped her tears away, she did not forget to give her a proud

look.

Closing her lips tightly, Irene said nothing, but stared at Edward.

Edward looked at Irene with his cold eyes, but did not speak at once. However, the coldness and

distrust in his eyes were enough to turn into knives and cut Irene ruthlessly.

"Irene, I know who you are." Edward opened his mouth coldly and his words stabbed straight into

Irene's heart. "I will give you time to delete the video in your phone. Don't make me do it."

Irene was amused by him. She grinned and laughed as she struggled to hold back the tears in her

eyes. Who was she?

Since she and her grandmother had forced her to marry, she had become a scheming, vicious, and

ruthless woman in his eyes. In the last five years, no matter how hard she tried, she would never be

able to wash away that perception of her in his eyes!

Irene simply took her cell phone out of her purse and lifted her chin to look at him arrogantly. "I'll give

you my cell phone. If there's no video, what would you do?"

Edward stared at her and did not take it. There was a faint doubt in his eyes. This woman was so

calm. It seemed that she did not record any video.

He was so drunk that he couldn't remember what had happened.

He raised his hand and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. Originally, Edward did not want to say

anything. But Celine beside him moved faster. She reached out to take Irene's phone and clicked to

open it.

Then her eyes widened with fright, and the tears ran in streams. She trembled with shame and

indignation, and said in a quivering voice, "She, she just took it! Edward, look, she obviously took

something!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand to pass the phone over to him.