There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Cara was fine physically, but she had a complete mental breakdown. She woke up from the hospital and lost her temper in the
ward by breaking up several things. At the same time, Trevon had to stand aside in silence.
Seething with anger, Cara vented her anger on him and cursed, “What are you doing there? Call your son right now! Loser.”
Swallowing the humiliation of the word “loser”, he asked, “Why are you calling him? Is he not cruel enough to us?”
Cara roared crazily, “Call him. Let him know he’s pissing me off. Make him feel guilty! He is a heartless son.”
Trevon felt these words ridiculous since she, an unqualified mother, should not accuse Phil of his indifference after she treated
her mother-in-law ruthlessly.
Trevon was told that his mother was seriously ill and insisted on returning home, but Cara tried to stop him.
Now, Phil’s move was retribution for what she had done.
Deep in thought, Trevon was angry. “No. You can call him yourself.”
Then, he decisively walked out of the ward, leaving her to vent her anger alone.
Cara, irritated by her son, trembled when treated by her husband in this way.
She could not deign to call her son or justify her accusation. She could only reprimand him indirectly, hoping someone else to
scold him for her.
Phil returned to Anya’s house with his laptop and other things and didn’t see her in the living room.
At the sight of the closed bedroom door, he knew she was inside.
Whether she talked to him or not, he just wanted her by his side to make sure she was safe and sound.
In the deskless apartment, she used her computer on a long, solid wood dining table she bought for work and study.
Papers and his laptop were placed on the dining room table. He dealt with his job and then prepared some fruit in the kitchen.
Soon he was knocking on the bedroom door with a large plate of fruit.
“Honey, eat some fruit,” he intimately called her.

Anya was speechless and annoyed by his sudden move and ignorance of her requests.
She continued reading and didn’t respond to him to show her dissatisfaction.
“Anya, Anya. Eat some fruit.”
Phil guessed she was angry and he changed the way he addressed her.
He was used to calling her so affectionately in private that he would not be able to change it for a while. He would have to pay
attention in the future.
Soon, she opened the door and took the plate of fruit from him, saying politely, “Thank you.”
“When could you finish your job?” she said and tilted her head to look in the direction of the dining table, and noticing his papers
spread all over the dining table, she frowned slightly.
She needed to finish her homework on the dining table.
He read her mind. “Do you want to use the table?”
She nodded. “Yes, I have to make PowerPoint.”
He smiled. “Well, I'll clear the table, and then you can sit across from me.”
“What?” Before she could say anything, he walked to clear the table to make room for her.
Anya didn’t want to sit face to face with him because then she could see him as soon as she looked up.
Even though they sat together at dinner, she didn’t want to sit with him at work because she was easily distracted.
But he gleefully cleared the table. She believed he deliberately made room for her to stay with her in the living room.
Phil quickly put away the papers on his desk and came over to remove the fruit plate from her hand. When he came back again,
he smiled and said, “Do you want me to get your computer?”
“No, thanks.” She went back to get his computer and textbooks.

Finally, they sat down at the dinner table and do their own thing. Anya worked on her PowerPoint presentation, while Phil
concentrated on his official business.
There had been quiet moments like this before. Phil worked in his study and had Anya with him.
She had resisted spending all day with him since she would rather snuggle up in bed to play games and read than stay with him
in the study.
However, she had to make a compromise since he would make love to her on the bed or carry her to the study if she refused to
be with him.
To show her dissatisfaction, she would deliberately make noise by turning up music or watching drama.
He could still focus on his work and check documents.
Once, she suddenly flirted with him for some reason.
She remembered how he froze when she got into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.
At that time, she also poked him in the chest, laughing at him why he stopped working.
Later, after the passionate love game, she regretted what she had done, and then she never made noise in the study.
But he indulged in making love to her in the study. She refused to accompany him in the study after several fiery but tiring love
games with him.
Deep in thought, she gritted her teeth and thought he was too bad.
Looking up, she met his unfathomable dark eyes and asked angrily, with her heart fluttering, “Stop looking at me.”