There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Anya smelled the strong alcohol again as Phil got in the car. She leaned closer to the door on her side and rolled down the
window to get some fresh air.
She just hoped she wouldn't felt sick again on the way. Or Phil would find out everything if she threw up in front of him.
However, she had her own plan but Phil was sensitive, too.
It was an eye sore to him when she moved quickly to the window and kept distance with him. Was she really disgusted with the
smell of alcohol on him? Or was she so eager to draw a line with him?
She used to hug him and tell him that he was manly and sexy with the smell of alcohol and cigarette on him.
They did have some happy old days, especial the last two years. She started to let her defense down and stopped acting against
him or picking on him. Instead, she acted cute in front of him and showed him her real self.
Sometimes, he had social engagements with the clients. When she was in a good mood, she would keep the lights on and
waited for him at home. You know, when an exhausted business man came home after those tedious social activities and found
his wife still waiting for him in the middle of the night, he would feel loved and moved. And, she would give him a hug, too.
At first, he was afraid that the smell of cigarette and alcohol would disgust her. He would tell her that he would like to take a bath
first. However, Anya just held him tightly and told him she loved the smell of cigarette on him. She also said it was the smell of a
very mature man, charming and sexy.
They said men were good at talking sweet words but women could do it better. He was extremely happy to hear what she said.
But when he requested her to say it again the other day, she never admitted she had said things like that.
She just denied it firmly.
He used to play a joke on her and recorded her sweet words on purpose. Anyway, as a lawyer, a recording pen was a necessity
in his life. Then he would play the recording to her if you denied she had said something sweet to him.
Anya was so pissed off that she left home immediately. She had stayed in the hotel for a whole month and he had to stay in the
next-door room in the hotel. It took him great effort to comfort and pamper her.
Seeing how much she was disgusted with him, he thought he should play the recording in front of her once again.
Phil sat down and told the driver to take them to Lorie's hospital directly.

Anya sighed with relief when hearing that. Thank God that he just took her to the hospital directly. She would definitely kill him if
he dared to take her somewhere else first.
The first thing she wanted to do now was see Lorie and she didn't hate him more for his arrangement.
It was about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the hospital. Neither of them said a word on the way. Anya had been leaning
against the window on her side in a defensive posture and she even hadn't paid a glance at Phil.
She felt sick to the stomach and dared not speak. She was afraid that Phil would find out.
Anya had held back the sickness and her face went pale on the second half of the ride.
"You don't feel well?" Phil asked with concern besides her.
Anya didn't look at him on the way but Phil just fixed his eyes on her from time to time.
Though he had lived with Anya for four years and they had been divorced for a few months, Phil must admit that Anya was the
perfect one to him.
He was into her pretty facial features and the way she carried herself. He was obsessed with it when she was looking through
the window and staring into the distance.
When he first fell in love with Anya, Julian and Ezra had despised him, "What do you see in her? What's so special about her to
make you so crazy about her?"
He couldn't tell what he had seen in her until now but he was simply attracted by her.
He had been eyeing on her and saw her pale face in the first place.
Anya rested her arm on the window and buried her face into the arm. Then she whispered, "I'm OK."
She felt nauseous and carsick. Ironically, she had never got carsick before but she was suffering it now because of morning
sickness.
Phil picked up a bottle of purified water and twisted it open for her, "Have some water."
"No need. Thanks." Anya just glanced at the bottle and buried her face into her arm again.

Phil pursed his lips and took it back. He raised hid head to finish drinking more than half of the water. He had drunk a lot tonight
and felt his throat burning.
Meanwhile, he tried to hide his depression and annoyance in this way.
Maisie called Ezra right after she finished talking with Anya on the phone and got to know that Phil had fooled them around. It
took long for Ezra to pick up the phone and his voice sounded very drunk.
Maisie was annoyed and distressed, "Didn't you say you were gonna make him drunk? See who's got drunk in the end."
Ezra finally sobered up a bit when he heard Maisie's voice. He managed to hold on and said, "Phil is really crazy!"
"I was trying to make him drunk but I didn't imagine he has set me up. He told the waiter to exchange the wine with grape juice
for him when we were having dinner. So, he made me drunk instead."
"I'll get even with him later when I go back!"
"Don't tell me he has returned to wait for Anya at the airport."
"Bingo! Probably he has calculated the time. He returned from Esnait and waited for Anya's plane to land. Then he just picked
her up." Maisie sighed.
"And, he has sent someone to crash into my car and got me stuck on the way."
Ezra heard it and asked with anxiety, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I am fine. Don't worry. It was only a minor crash. But the driver insisted compensating me or calling the police. He just
kept bothering me with it." humped Maisie, "At first, I thought the driver was stupid. But now it seemed that he did it on purpose
to put me off."
Phil was a reasonable man. He just did it to stop her from going to pick up Anya at the airport on time. He didn't mean to hurt her
at all.
But Ezra was till pissed off, "He's out of his mind! For a woman, he even set his buddy up!"
Maisie reconciled between them, "Well, just forget it. Stop blaming him now. What he did was reasonable. He has picked Anya
up already and we just can't do anything with him."

"I'll go back right away." Ezra struggled to sit up on the bed. He was still in the hotel in Esnait.
Maisie didn't have the heart to see him travel back and forth when he was drunk. Then she comforted him softly, "Nope. You
should have a good rest now. You can come back tomorrow."
Saying it, Maisie sighed lightly and apologized to him, "I'm so sorry. It's my fault. I thought I've settled everything down to stop
Phil, but it turned out that he was smarter. I've screwed it up and got you involved. "
Maisie was desperately guilty.