Hunting for His EX-Wife

After finishing their meal, Jenna and Rhys exchanged a glance and simultaneously put down their fork before heading upstairs. They felt uneasy under the watchful eye of Mrs. Williams.

“Stop right there, both of you,” Mrs. Williams suddenly called out to them.

She stared at them for what seemed like an eternity, making them both nervous. Jenna almost thought they were exposed and instinctively held onto Rhys’ hand, moving closer to him.

This was a crucial moment that they had to get through; otherwise all their efforts would be in vain.

“That’s more like it! When I first got married, my husband and I were always holding hands everywhere we went,” Mrs. Williams noticed the tightly clasped hands of the two young lovers and suddenly laughed.

She waved her hand as if dismissing them and gestured for them to go upstairs.

After hearing the door close behind them, Mrs. Williams turned to her servant next to her and casually asked, “Do you think they’re really in love or just pretending?”

The servant pondered for a moment before tentatively speaking, “On their wedding night, Mr. Williams refused any intimacy, but now he’s holding hands with his new wife, so there has been some progress at least… it’s not good to rush things.”

It was clear that Mr. Williams had been resistant towards this marriage from the beginning but now things seemed different between him and his wife after only a few days together.

Mrs. Williams couldn’t believe such changes could happen so quickly.

“You’re right! Even if they are pretending, at least they are willing to do so in front of me,” Mrs. Williams sighed bitterly while nodding her head in agreement with her servant’s words.

She should be grateful for what she has – even if it isn’t perfect!

After the servant left, Mrs. Williams retrieved a report from under the coffee table which made her feel even more bitter inside when she read it over again:

Months ago when she visited with doctors about her current health condition;they told her that given how things were going, she wouldn’t live much longer than another few years…

“I know this is unfair on you, but please let me see you happy before I die… just consider this my last selfish wish.” She whispered softly as tears welled up in eyes…

If only she didn’t have this illness, then maybe everything would be different, and maybe there’d be more time…

Upstairs, in Rhys’ study.

“Phew!” Jenna sat down on one of chairs, letting out long sighs, “That really scared me, I thought your mother found something…”

“How could she possibly find anything?” Rhys took out his laptop getting ready for work…

He glanced at the clock on the wall and signaled to Jenna that she could leave now. Jenna was very tactful, stood up and prepared to leave. Halfway through, she ran into Mrs. Williams.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” Jenna was so embarrassed.

Mrs. Williams raised the tray in her hand and said self-consciously, “I brought you some food and dessert after dinner. They are all easy to digest. Are you going to take a shower? Call Rhys too, let him sleep early since you’re trying for a baby now.”

“So you mean we should take a shower together?” Jenna widened her eyes.

She definitely didn’t want that!

If they took a shower together, wouldn’t everything be exposed?

“Of course not! There are so many bathtubs in this house,” Mrs. Williams laughed immediately, “but if both of you want to do it together, it’s okay.”

“We’ll talk about it later; I want to go back and read first.” Jenna stuttered out an excuse.

Mrs. Williams nodded, then asked why she wasn’t staying in Rhys’ study room.

Jenna had no choice but continued lying, “I’m afraid I will disturb him since he’s busy with work stuff. That’s why I plan on going back first.”

“It doesn’t matter; you are husband and wife; you won’t disturb him. I know Rhys well. Your closer relationship enable him to treat you well.”

Without saying another word, Mrs. Williams directly pulled her hand sending her off towards the study room where Rhys was working.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Jenna knocked on the door, then walked inside while making eye contact with Rhys who looked puzzled as if asking what happened outside.

She mouthed the words: Mom is outside.

Rhys instantly understood what happened.

He walked over gently with warmth in his voice mixed with some reproach, “I just told you earlier that staying here would be fine but you insisted on going back into your bedroom. They say men work better when women accompany them especially when they’re married couples like us. Working won’t tire me out. With you around, I can have more motivation.”

Mrs. Williams stood at the door, listening, then smiled even more deeply before walking inside holding desserts.

“Even though busy, you still need rest; both of y’all need sleep early especially when you are preparing to have a baby. Never stay up late.”

After putting down desserts, she turned around leaving them alone .

Rhys waited patiently until he confirmed his mother had left before finally letting out a sigh of relief .

“I’m going back to my room now, you keep working. I won’t disturb you anymore,” Jenna said, feeling uncomfortable in the study and getting up to leave.

Rhys glanced at her and casually remarked, “There’s surveillance in the hallway.”

The Williams family was large with many servants. Apart from private spaces like bedrooms and studies, there were cameras monitoring the hallways and living rooms.

In other words, if Mrs. Williams wanted to know how long they had been in the study together, she could easily find out.

Jenna froze for a moment before forcing a bitter smile and returning to Rhys. “It seems like your life isn’t as carefree as it appears either – having surveillance at home makes me feel uneasy.”

It was as if every move she made was being watched by someone else; she felt obligated to provide satisfactory explanations for everything.

“Ever since I was little, I knew that our house was full of cameras. Even if I didn’t study, I still had to stay in my study,” Rhys recalled his childhood with a heavy sense of oppression.

He had been destined from an early age to be the heir of the Williams family; while other children played around him, he spent all his time studying ahead of schedule.

His workload always exceeded that of others – aside from what school teachers required him to learn, he also needed knowledge on how best to run the company; during winter or summer breaks, he even interned at the company instead of resting like most kids did during vacation time.

In some ways, he and Jenna were similar: both were forced by their families into work earlier than expected despite vastly different circumstances regarding their upbringing.

“I used to hide away whenever studying because sometimes debt collectors would come looking for me even at school asking for money right there in front all my classmates… does hearing this make you think that you’re better off than me?” Jenna looked into Rhys’ eyes as she spoke about her own childhood experiences – this being her first time willingly bringing up past events between them without hesitation or embarrassment.

Previously when around friends she never mentioned anything about her family situation due to shame or not wanting pity.

But Rhys had seen what happened when her gambling-addicted father came to her, so there was no need for her to hide things from Rhys.

The two talked late into night until finally interrupted by one servant reminding them both they should sleep soon.

“We need hold hands walking out together and pretending we’re a couple. Also, we need to sleep in the same room so that my mom won’t find out anything wrong.” Rhys whispered while grabbing onto Jenna’s hand tightly before walking out together.