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CHRISTINE's POV

I was about to greet the receptionist at the front desk when she smiled at me and greeted me.

"Hello, Mrs. Montejo." My jaw dropped. I wasn't expecting that. This was my first time coming to MCC in three years and I didn't expect the people here to recognize me. I looked around me and saw that other employees were already staring at me full of curiosity.

But then, I chose to ignore them and acted accordingly. I didn't want to think about the reason how come people still recognized me as Mrs. Montejo.

I cleared my throat and gazed back at the receptionist. "Correction,–" I looked at her name tag. "—Danielle, but I'm Ms. Lenard." I corrected her with a tight smile. Her smile disappeared but just for a second or two before she smiled again.

"The CEO is waiting for you at the last floor, Mrs. Montejo." Hearing her calling me that once again irritated me and I was about to reprimand her when I realized what she just said.

"What? The CEO's waiting for me? How come? I don't have an appointment with him."

"I don't know, Mrs. Montejo. He just told me this morning that the moment you come here, I'll send you to his office immediately."

I scoffed. "Really? How convenient." I was about to turn my back on her to march my way towards the elevator when I remembered something.

"Anyway, I don't like anyone calling me Mrs. Montejo anymore. If you don't mind, I prefer to be addressed as Ms. Lenard."

Danielle's smile became tremulous. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Montejo, but I can't do that. I don't want to get sacked from my job."

"What?! And who told you that you're going to get fired because of a silly reason like that?!" I asked exasperatedly. She was about to answer when the telephone rang. She answered it right away.

"Yes, sir. She's already here." I heard her say and then put the receiver down.

"Mrs. Montejo, the CEO just called. He's asking you to go to his office now." I gritted my teeth. I didn't like the sound of that. It was as if he was commanding me. I thanked the receptionist and briskly walked towards the elevator.

While the elevator was going up, my chest was heaving because of the rising anger within me. When I heard the ding sound as the doors opened, I went out right away and walked towards his office with my face held high. His executive secretary ushered me to his office.

"You may go inside, Mrs. Montejo." She said. Instead of knocking, I pushed the door open without a care in the world and then entered his office with a stoic expression. His back was on me while he was staring at the view outside. My mouth opened and was about to say something to get his attention when he turned around.

To my further anger, my heart started pounding fast and hard upon seeing his face. His grey orbs gazed at me boldly and the reaction of my body was unbelievable. It has been three years but it was still the same.

Even if I was angry and ready to chide at him, that didn't prevent my body from reacting to his scorching gaze. The corner of his lips twitched.

"At last, my wife finally came. I knew you'd come to me." I didn't know if he was being sarcastic or not as his sensual lips curved with a seductive boyish smile. Just as I've expected, his rugged and manly aura have never changed. Even his signature one-week old beard was there.

His messy undercut hairstyle just added to his rugged bad boy look.

"How come you knew that I was going to come here?" I asked instead of commenting to what he just said. He sat on his swivel chair while his gaze never left mine.

"I just knew you would." He even shrugged his shoulders and leaned his back against the back rest of his office chair. My jaw clenched tightly. It's useless asking him questions because I knew that he would never answer them truthfully.

"Looks like your employees weren't informed yet about the news that I wasn't Mrs. Montejo anymore. It's better for you to tell them. I hate it when people still call me that." Amusement filled his eyes but his expression remained serious.

"We both know that you're still Mrs. Montejo, mi amor, and will remain one forever." My fists balled into fists.

"I hate you." I uttered sternly, full of fury. I am always the calm type of a person but when it comes to this guy, my temper always gets out of control even if don't want to.

He stood up from his seat and to my surprise, he began sauntering towards me. Suddenly, I panicked. I didn't want to be close to him in any way!

"Don't come closer!" I hissed but he didn't listen. He stopped just a foot from me and then shoved his hands inside his pockets. Even he was wearing a coat and tie, his outfit failed to hide his muscular body. His familiar scent tickled my nose.

"No, you don't hate me, mi amor." His voice sounded certain and sensual.

"I hate you! Why are you doing this to me? After all the things that have happened in the past, the only thing that I'm asking from you now is my freedom, but you can't even give that to me! Who do you think you are to do this to me?!" I couldn't control my anger anymore. I felt like a volcano that was about to erupt.

"I'm your husband, mi amor. We vowed to love each other until our last breath when we got married. I told you before that whatever happens, divorce is out of the question so don't expect me to just agree to it now." I laughed sardonically.

"Really? And you even have the guts to talk about our marriage vows when you yourself didn't abide and respect it. You're nothing but a hypocrite!"

"Say whatever you want to call me, mi amor, but I will never change my mind. When you asked me to let you go three years ago, I did because I knew that you were hurt so much. I only allowed you to be separated from me because I wanted you to grieve and move on. It was the only option back then.

"I knew that you would have a hard time forgetting what happened if I was with you, so I distanced myself from you even though I didn't like the idea of being away from you for so long. I let you leave me and didn't bother you for three years because I wanted you to heal. But now that you finally came back, you want to get divorced? There's no way that I'll give you that.

"I've been waiting for you to come back to me for fùcking three years and I don't have a plan to prolong that agony anymore now that you're here. I want you back, mi amor. Let's start all over again." He said the last sentence commandingly and it didn't sit right in me.

My breathing became ragged as the anger inside of me doubled. My blood instantly boiled in rage.

Before I could stop myself, my hand already landed on his left cheek. He looked stunned of what I did. I've never been the violent kind of person but he's already crossed the line. How could he say those words as if he had the right to ask me so?

"Damn you! After everything that you've done in the past, you still have the guts to tell me to come back to you?! Damn you! Damn you!" I hit his chest relentlessly with my fists but he didn't move to stop me. He just let me do what I wanted.

I poured all my resentment and rage until I finally got tired. My eyes were brimming with tears but I didn't let it fall. Crying in front of him was the last thing I wanted to happen.

"Why did you stop? Go on, hit me all you want. If this is the only way for your anger to lessen, even just a little bit, then I'll let you do hurt me all you want." He said as an unknown emotion passed through his eyes. I glared at him as my fists tightened even more. My chest felt so heavy and I felt like there was a lot of things that I wanted to tell him, but not a single word came out of my mouth.

But instead of doing what he said, I turned my back on him.

"Coming here was a big mistake." I said and was about to march my way out of his office when he suddenly hugged me from behind. I gasped in surprise and couldn't move for a couple of seconds.

"I missed you so much, mi amor." He whispered to my ear longingly. His breathe tickled my neck and I felt like all the small hairs on my nape stand up because of what he did.

"It has been so long. You don't know how much I've been longing for you to come back to me." He sounded like he was having a hard time, desperate even. His voice turned husky and shaky; it was as if he was emotional over something. But then, I mentally shook my head. I couldn't bring myself to believe what he's saying. No!

"Get your hands off me!" My voice was shaking in so much anger.

"Please, can't you at least give us another chance?" My body went still.

The arrogant Jace Montejo just said please! If things were just different, I would surely have said yes, but everything was not that easy anymore. Everything has changed. I've already decided to totally move on from our past.

A good man was waiting for my return in Houston and I didn't want to make him wait for long. I shouldn't let myself fall back into the past again because it would surely hurt me.

I forcefully unwrapped his arms from hugging my waist and then faced him. "Another chance?! Are you kidding me?!"

"I'm not kidding around, mi amor. I'm serious." I looked at him in disbelief. Why is he doing this now? What is his motive?! Why now?!

I shook my head. "No! I already have someone else." He looked shocked but just for a second of two. He then shook his head as his eyes darkened.

"No! You're lying."

"No, I'm not." I answered without any emotion on my face and then opened my bag. I brought out the divorce papers and handed it to him. He accepted it with furrowed eyebrows.

"Sign it and let's get this over with. Let's not make this hard for both of us. I don't know why you want me back now but I don't care anymore. All I want right now is my freedom." He remained quiet for a few seconds, I thought, he would get mad, but no. To my surprise, he heaved a defeated sigh.

"Is this really what you want?" His eyes bored into mine. He suddenly looked like a dark cloud was above his head.

"Yes." I answered right away. He nodded his head.

"Okay. I'll give these back to you after I sign it." His voice suddenly became cold and distant that it almost gave me chills down my spine. I gulped inaudibly.

"Why don't you just sign it now?"

"I am busy with my work." He then went back to his table and sat on his swivel chair.

"Okay. Just contact my lawyer and give it to him after you sign it." I turned my back and strode my way towards the door, but not after I caught that overwhelming sadness in his eyes which affected me. I mentally shook my head. No! You're just mistaken! He will never feel sad about all this for sure!

I kept on repeating that in my head until I finally exited the building. When I was already inside my car, I felt like all my strength dissipated from my body. I couldn't even recall how I got out of the building. Suddenly, I felt so sad and empty inside. There was a gnawing emotion inside of me that I couldn't explain.

I chuckled mirthlessly. "Another chance, huh?" My grip on the stirring wheel tightened as the past came flowing inside my head...

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What do you think happened to these two in the past that caused their separation?

Is this the end of Jace and Christine's marriage?

Now that Jace took the divorce papers, will he sign it?

Will Jace really give Christine her freedom?

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