Mummy I got you a new husband

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” How on earth could she address me in that manner?”I questioned myself, irritated about the way I was treated as we drove back to the office with Dave.

Claire, my ex-wife, had fired the nanny just before the divorce, and I could not trust anyone with my kid just yet.

I took it upon myself to pick up and drop off Dave at school, making sure we had something to eat before we left, and made sure hehad enough money for lunch. I happened to meet Selene on my way to pick up Dave, and I thought it would be a good idea for the three of us to go grab ice cream.

” Dad, why was Selene mum yelling at you?” Davis questioned as he turned to face me. I was not in the mood, so I ended the conversation before it began.

“Davis, this is grownup business. Do not worry about it.” I answered as I was not in the mood for Davis questioning.

” Sophie has to be dealt with.” I murmured, and my driver turned to face me and inquired whether I was referring to him, to which I answered in the negative.

I left as soon as she started ranting since I did not want to make a scene. As irritated as I was, I had no intention of treating Sophie lightly since I had never been so humiliated in my life. Besides, Selene consented to follow me, even though the instructor was hesitant to let her leave because of her mother’s orders.

As I walked into the office, my secretary rose up to greet me, and noticed Davis alongside me. Her demeanour was questioning Davis’s daily visits to my office, but I ignored her. She also welcomed Davis, but he did not respond to her. I was not in the mood for any drama, so we both went inside my office.

I grabbed a glass and poured myself a drink as i sat facing the wall. As I sipped, I wondered if it was really necessary to go through all of this just to get married. While i was still staring at the wall, Max strolled into my office.

When I turned to see who had entered my office, I could not contain my annoyance and blurted out.

” What did I say about barging into my office like that?” I questioned him with a grimace, and he noticed my dissatisfaction. I already warned him about sneaking on me.

Max stepped in, got himself a drink, sat down, and sipped before responding. I gazed at him, annoyed by his behaviour.

“Whatever happened to you, boss, you seem quite upset.” Max answered with a worried expression as he sipped his drink once more.

” Whatever it is, I am confident it will be straightened out; just relax.” He added, staring at me. Max sensed my refusal to respond and turned to look at my kid. He then handed Davis some money and urged him to notify my secretary to get snacks for him, and Davis left. As soon as we were alone, he inquired again, and I explained what had transpired.

“I was humiliated by that pathetic lowlife. Can you believe that?” When I asked, Max looked at me bewildered and burst out laughing when it seemed he realised to whom I was talking about. I scowled as I failed to see what was humorous about the circumstance. When he spotted my demeanour, he realised I was not joking at the situation and kept a straight face.

“I am so sorry. Who now?” He inquired, intrigued, as to who had wrecked my day; he was most likely unsure, and asked who it was. He had now put down his drink and was giving me a serious look.

” Sophie of course.” She addressed me in front of everyone in the most dehumanising manner imaginable.

“I can assure you that I have never experienced such harsh treatment, and it is all because of a proposal. Can you imagine that?”

He inquired about what had happened, so I gave him the rundown. Max laughed once again, and I became agitated as I looked at him.

” The marriage is cancelled!!!” I blurted out after explaining my ordeal and he laughed again. Although I do not think it is amusing that Max laughed at my ordeal, I suppose it was not his fault since I told him about my situation.

“Mtcheew, do you actually think this is funny?” I sighed as I took another sip of my drink. I was too furious to think clearly.

“All you have to do is get her to agree, then punish her for everything. You do remember why we need her, right?”

He went on, and I knew he made sense, but I could not take Sophie’s guts anymore. It was just too much.

” I think I know the best way possible.” I said as I took up the phone to make a call.

“Yes, sir; consider it done.” The voice on the other end said, following my instructions to him. I grinned as I realised what I had just done. Max asked me about what I had done, staring at me in confusion.

” What did you just do?” As he sipped his drink, he peered into my eyes, seeking clarification.

” It’s nothing really, dnt worry about it.” I dismissed the matter, having just ensured Sophie had no option but to return and beg for my offer.

“She would never again dare to act so uncivilised when she hears of a Rutherford.” I muttered to Max as I laughed heartily.

Soon after my phone beeped again, I groaned and turned to see who had left a message.

“Mtcheew, you will not believe this.” I remarked to Max while looking at my phone. The message was from the least expected. Upon viewing the message, I giggled once again and turned to face Max, who was waiting impatiently for a response.

” Claire just messaged.” His surprise when I told him made me giggle.

“Why did you tell my father about the divorce? I thought we promised to be quiet about it;. you cant even keep to your word. This is another reason I left you; you are such a pain in the ass.” I became annoyed after reading her message out loud. I groaned again and drank my drink, trying to chill off. Max attempted to reassure me by gesturing for me to relax.

I was wondering why my secretary was calling when the telephone rang. I did not pick up, so she came to knock on my door.

She entered and told me that my wife was here and that she wanted to see me. I had resolved not to do anything with Claire and planned to reject her, but Max disagreed and suggested I let her in.

As soon as she stepped into the office, I saw she was not Claire, but she looked quite similar to her and much too sophisticated to be Sophie. I wondered whether Claire had another lookalike.

“Who are you?” I questioned her as she stepped in.