The Second Marriage Chance

Sarah

Philip massaged his temples, a sign of growing confusion. “Do you really believe I impregnated my secretary?”

That’s correct! But I’m not interested in entertaining Philip any longer. I need to distance myself from him; he and his family are giving me a headache.

“Boss…” Assistant Alex murmured into my ex-husband’s ear. Philip’s expression soured as he absorbed the news.

I was taken aback when Philip grabbed my arm, pulling me along.

“Where are we going?” I asked, bewildered.

Ignoring my inquiries, Philip seized my arm and led me down a narrow path flanked by dense bushes. The absence of other souls suggested seclusion. Dim lights intermittently dotted the path, casting eerie shadows. With each step, my confusion deepened, and I became clueless about Philip’s destination.

“Philip, what’s going on? Where are we headed?” I couldn’t contain my unease.

“Shhh. We’re at LM’s Garden. Keep quiet,” Philip whispered. “Not a sound, not even a rustle.”

His response sent a shiver down my spine. What was this about? As I followed him, various unsettling thoughts raced through my mind, evoking images of Fifty Shades of Grey and its infamous red room.

My cheeks burned with the tumult of thoughts whirling in my mind.

“Philip-” His hand quickly covered my mouth, his lips hovering close to my ear. The warmth of his breath almost scorched against my skin, causing my lips to tremble.

“I said, be quiet…” he whispered, his presence pressing against me from behind, his hold firm around my waist, his manhood making its presence known.

Damn, these sensations! It’s overwhelming!

We froze at the sound of approaching voices, two figures engaged in argument.

“Why did you even come here?!” It was Philip’s uncle, his voice harsh as he lit a cigarette.

“Boss, I need support! I need money!” The secretary’s voice trembled with desperation.

With a swift motion, Philip’s uncle slapped the secretary’s face, her cries piercing the air as she crumpled to the ground.

“It’s your fault! I entrusted you to Philip to uncover his plans, but instead, he’s become president, and you’re shamelessly pregnant!” Philip’s uncle’s rage was palpable as he kicked the woman.

My hand flew to my mouth, a fierce blaze of fury erupting in my chest. While part of me harbored frustration towards the secretary, witnessing a pregnant woman being harmed by Philip’s uncle was something I couldn’t tolerate.

When I attempted to approach them, Philip halted me with a firm grip. He whispered, “I explicitly instructed you to stay silent,” his tone chillingly devoid of warmth.

Philip’s anger radiated palpably, causing me to clench my fist and bite my lip in compliance with his demand.

“You’ve got some nerve, you shameless jerk! I did everything you asked and look where it got me! You’re the reason my life’s in shambles! I lost my job because of you! What about our child?” The secretary lamented tearfully, regretting the day she crossed paths with Philip’s uncle.

“This is exasperating! It’s your fault for getting pregnant! I don’t have any offspring with you, you despicable woman! It’s your responsibility to proceed with the pregnancy! Do you believe you can extort money from me, expecting me to support you when you conceive?”

As tension radiated from Philip’s hand firmly wrapped around my waist, I closed my lips, pondering if Philip’s anguish stemmed from the realization that he wasn’t the father of the secretary’s unborn child.

‘Sarah, what absurd thoughts are you entertaining?’

His uncle interjected irritably, “You should consider yourself fortunate that I even entertained you, considering Philip wouldn’t even glance your way!”

The secretary could only weep in her current predicament, lamenting, “I wish I’d never met you!”

“The Timing couldn’t be more perfect! I’m now jobless, too! Do you still wish to be with me? You were the one supporting me!” Philip’s uncle proposed, seizing the opportunity to be a slacker.

“Wait, you’re saying you don’t have a job? What about our child?” the secretary asked, her confusion evident.

“Can we cut the drama? I know Madam Cornell sent you to cause trouble earlier! How much is she paying you?”

“Madam Cornell simply allowed me to come in and stir up problems for President Cornell’s ex-wife,” the secretary clarified. “She believes I had a relationship with her husband.”

“Fine! Let’s exploit your pregnancy to squeeze money out of that useless woman!” Philip’s uncle interjected angrily. “I couldn’t believe she slapped me! That shameless bitch!”

I narrowed my eyes at that comment, feeling the tension in Philip’s body. Was he angry at the comment?

“Absolutely! She’s just a clueless wife! She didn’t even finish college!”

I shook my head in disbelief. Did they seriously think they could extort money from me? How?

“Now, it’s your call on what you want to do! Tss! You’re an eyesore!” The uncle’s eyes flashed with disdain at the pregnant woman as he departed, flicking his cigarette butt. The crying secretary trailed behind him.

After a while, Philip and I emerged from our hiding spot in the thick bushes. He still hadn’t let go of his arm around my waist. With his comforting presence, my racing mind gradually quieted after I had absorbed everything.

“Are we clear now? Have you heard enough explanation? I didn’t impregnate that secretary! Are you seriously entertaining the idea that I had a relationship with her?” Philip accused, firing off questions.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I replied tersely.

I couldn’t muster the energy to discuss it further. It seemed futile, considering I had no intention of reconciling or rekindling anything with him. Despite this, a small sense of relief settled within me.

“I need to get my laptop fixed! Shit! What am I going to do? It’s so frustratingly expensive!” I lamented, on the verge of tears, my focus shifting back to the device in my hands.

His expression soured, but he refrained from further argument. I was caught off guard when his lips met mine, delivering a punishing kiss.

***

Philip

I’m so annoyed! After I showed Sarah the truth, she cared more about her broken laptop. I kissed her lips hard, diverting her attention. After I gave her a mind-blowing, extraordinary, cum-inducing kiss, her laptop fell onto the cement.

“Sh*t!” Sarah angrily exclaimed, picking up the device. Her cheeks were hot in embarrassment. “You are the dumbest-perv president I’ve ever known!”

“Don’t act cute, babe! You didn’t hold onto your laptop because you were swooning from my kiss,” I said, smirking.

“Who said I was swooning? It’s okay to be a ‘delulu’, Philip! You stole a kiss!” she cried, examining the laptop. Her flushed cheeks were genuinely adorable!

“Give me that! I’ll get it repaired,” I suggested, reaching for the laptop, but she dodged it.

“No chance! Everything on this laptop is confidential! I have to take it back to Henderson.”

“That’s not happening, babe! I won’t allow you to return to BM Technologies.” Jakob, Bronn Martin, and Amir were all there, sticking close around to Sarah. I won’t allow a repeat of what happened between us.

Suddenly, memories of Sarah’s baby from last year flooded my mind. I clasped her fiercely, my grip tightening to anchor her in place. The weight of blame settled heavily upon me, a burden I couldn’t shake.

Last year, I didn’t pay much attention to Sarah, which may have led to her distancing herself from me.

I brought her back to Serenity Pines Estate. To my relief, she seemed relaxed, lounging like a contented squirrel on the plush bed. Frankly, I felt comforted by her calmness, much better than the idea of her looking for attention from other men.

After a long while, I received a message from my mother.

Mother: Philip, your actions are hurting Megan. Why is Sarah staying at Serenity Pines now? Get her out!

I chose not to engage with her control tactics; it’s a trait I unfortunately have inherited.

As the afternoon rolled in, Alex delivered urgent news: “Boss, Madam Sarah’s guard just informed me that Madam Cornell and Ms. Megan have arrived at Serenity Pines Estate.”

“Prepare the car immediately. We need to leave at once!”