There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

The man was in a dark suit. He was tall and straight with unbelievable grace.
Standing while smoking, the man with a slight frown on his dignified face seemed more mysterious.
Merely from the perspective of image, Anya thought that Phil could win most of men. He would be an excellent boyfriend due to
his handsome face and wealth after all.
But Anya didn't think he would be a perfect husband because of his strong desire of controlling and possessiveness. She had no
idea whether he was unable to love or incapable of love.
Suddenly, an idea came to her mind. Was it possible that Phil actually didn't love her?
Did he just want to possess her?
Perhaps if Phil got along with another woman, he would then find the true love.
What if they were not fit for marriage because of their temperaments? He might be happier if he married an obedient and tender
woman whose mother didn't experience a car accident caused by him.
Standing in front of the window, Anya lost in her imagination and failed to notice that Phil had gone upstairs after smoking.
Not until there was a sound of door opening behind her did she come to her senses.
And as she turned and moved into the room, she suddenly found that her leg was not that painful. She tried moving again. It was
better indeed.
Then she told Phil happily at once, "I should hurry to class. It seems not that sore."
She had planned to take a few days off, but her leg was better now to her surprise. After leaving a word, she immediately turned
and packed up what she needed for class.
Phil who just opened the door became speechless.
Anya preferred to ask for leave rather than let him drive her which annoyed him much. He had scarcely felt relieved by smoking
when she told him her leg was not sore.
She must be born to make him go nuts, wasn't she?

Anya quickly took what she needed. She didn't have class in the morning, but later she did. As she had spent a long time on
hospital, she would be late for class if she didn't leave right away.
Phil got in her way, "I drive you there."
When Anya was about to reject, Phil gave her an irresistible reason, "You are almost late! Do you still think of running to school?"
Phil knew very well about that Anya used to be late for classes because of having a lie-in, and she just ran to classroom at full
speed after getting off car.
But now she was in pregnancy, he wouldn't dare let she run.
Anya looked at the clock and found she must be late, thereby allowing him to drive her to the gate. After she got off the car, she
took her bag and trotted away without saying goodbye to Phil.
Although she didn't run, she walked so fast that Phil just felt like being on pins and needles.
Phil thought that Anya did suffer physically during her pregnancy, but he was stricken with mental torture even more heavily. He
might get depressed before childbirth.
After driving Anya to school, Phil went to his company. No sooner had he set foot in his office than the young assistant hurriedly
whispered to him, "Mr. and Mrs. Henderson are here."
Phil stopped in a sudden, with undisguised aversion in his eyes, and then turned to leave immediately, telling his assistant,
"Cancel the meeting."
Obviously, he was averse to meet them so much that he even canceled the meeting in order to leave.
The "Mr. and Mrs. Henderson" were his real parents.
They, who lived and did business in Ustistan all year round, were wealthy people.
Ustistan must be the last country he would like to come where his beloved just chose to study.
But he still came here, not for his parents but for Anya and the baby inside her.
He just did not expect that they were so well-informed. They not only knew he had been in Ustistan but also came to his newly
opened branch. They did know he would not meet them if they came to his house, didn't they?

But if they thought he had to meet them in his company, they would be wrong.
They just thought too well of him. He was not that sort of person who cared about others' comments. If he did, he would not
spare no effort to keep Anya close to him.
He knew there were lots of people saying that he was like a loony.
But he just shrugged it off. Hence, his parents just made a wrong plan.
However, he had hardly turned away when there came the furious voice of his father, named TrevonHenderson, "You are so
heartless. We are family."
Phil sneered, stopping to look at the middle-aged couple who were both in gorgeous clothes standing in his office, especially her
mother, Isabella , whose gesture and expression were the example of a businesswoman.
He couldn't help ridiculing, "Obviously, I am averse to see you. Don't you understand after all this time?"
He continued, "What right do you have to judge me while you didn't see your mother before she died?"
Phil's words made their face stiffen. They had almost got accustomed to it because Phil scolded them severely for years.
However, little did they expect that he would humiliate them in front of his assistant and some employees.
With his veins standing out on his forehead, Trevonshouted angrily, "I have explained for so many times that we had to delay the
plane due to some reason. So we failed to see your grandma one last time."
Phil smiled more jeeringly, "I know. You had to sign a contract, so you missed both the flight and the chance to see your mother,
leaving her pass away with regret!"
"Regardless of it, her health has deteriorated for long, and I have informed of you for several times. If you had a conscience, you
would have returned home in advance and accompanied her until she died. Instead of hurrying back when the hospital had
issued the notice to her!"
Ultimately, Phil raised his voice, venting his anger by roaring.
When he was a three-month-old baby, Trevon and Cara left him at home with his grandma and continued their business in
Ustistan. They returned home just for a few times a year. It seemed that Phil didn't have parents, and his grandma lost his son.

It was his grandma who brought him up, offering him the parental love he had never gained and all the warmth in life. They
shared a utterly deep bond.