Attracted By My Ex-wife

Alan was released from prison. He arrogantly swaggered into Cherry's house.

He did not let Cherry know he'd be coming by. When Cherry had finally come back from her visit at the hospital, it was quite late at night. She was startled that the lights were on in her house. She wanted to call the police, afraid that a thief might be inside, but after considering her identity as a celebrity, she though it wise not to contact them. She cautiously opened the front door.

Cherry felt rather lucky that she had not jumped to any conclusions, and impulsively called the police.

She was greeted by the sight of Alan casually seated in the lounge, the TV blaring.

All color drained from her face when she saw him. She heaved a burdensome sigh.

"What? Are you actually surprised? Don't be rude. Why don't you welcome me back?" Alan put down the beer he had been drinking and turned to face her. He seemed to be in good spirits and had a jocund tone.

He had been incarcerated at that horrid prison for quite some time. Now that he was finally free, it made sense that he would be in such a cheery mood.

Cherry forced a smile and shook her head in response. She tried to calm her nerves. She approached him and said, "Of course I am happy to see you've finally been released from that hell hole, unharmed. Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

Alan looked her up and down, trying to gauge her stance. He had forced her to spend intimate moments with Luke and caused her much grief. He figured that she must be so livid that she would want to kill him, once and for all. He wondered how it was humanly possible that she could hold back her anger after everything he had done.

Regardless of what she was possibly feeling, she walked straight to the fridge, took out a selection of fresh vegetables and made her way to the preparation counter in the kitchen.

After a long and tiring day, she went straight to the hospital to pay Luke a visit, before she had even had dinner. She was ravenous.

She rinsed off the vegetables and began chopping them carefully. She could feel Alan's eyes on her and looked up. Their eyes met. In this light, his eyes looked even darker than she remembered, and she couldn't read the mixed, confusing expression on his face.

She thought that maybe she had looked up so quickly that Alan had no time to avert his gaze. He immediately broke eye contact.

"I've already eaten something. Plus, I wouldn't risk eating a meal cooked by you, anyway. I want to live for a few more years at least." Finishing his sentence, he plonked himself back on the couch. He started thinking about the situation. Since she could hire a killer to deal with Luke, it was possible that she might poison food that she gave him. He would have to be very cautious from now on.

He realized that this woman was capable of anything.

She understood exactly what he was getting at with that statement. Her mouth twisted into a sneer as she continued chopping the vegetables. 'Isn't it his fault anyway that my life has become so miserable?' she thought wryly.

Plus, she wasn't stupid enough to poison him in her own home.

It made it easier for her if she didn't have to cook for him too. She put some of the ingredients back in the fridge since she'd just be making a single serving for herself. She got on with cooking, acting as if she was wholly unaffected by his presence or sly comments.

Alan appeared as if he were engrossed in watching television, but he was actually paying close attention to the sounds she was making in the kitchen. He heard her chewing as well as the sound of her chopsticks gently tapping against her dish.

She was way too calm for his liking. He had thought she would detest him, treating with him contempt, especially after their most recent fallings-out. He had not imagined, not even in his wildest dreams, that she would just pretend like nothing had happened.

But was this actually all to her behavior... was there perhaps more?

scowl, he turned off the television. Without further ado, he made

Alan's time in jail had been comfortable, but it did not compare to the stately mansion

visible on the back of her hands.

would have to fight

sitting anxiously in the local

around middle age and wore a pair of spectacles. She gave him a sharp look, adjusted the glasses on her face and curled her

handsome, like the mythological Prince Charming so often referenced in fairytales. Usually, she had seen him on television only,

calm as he sat in the interrogation room. He

man of this stature was not to be challenged easily. He would not

to have thought the time was ripe to bring him in for questioning. This in mind, it must be a mere formality that they had brought

your partner?" the

sat quietly, looking at the policewoman before him. He gave a

with somewhat of a grimace, "There were traces of blood found in a river a few

meant that Colin was, at the very least, very badly injured. Perhaps he had even been killed

situation...' Kevin's thoughts trailed off.

His eyes became cold with hate and vexation. First, Anne had spotted Kim. Now, something suspicious had happened with Colin. He had disappeared without a trace - except for a

murderer which really

he achieved exactly what he set out to do. To make matters worse, he had been defeated by Kevin and his black-market businesses had taken a huge knock. No one really knew just how much of a loss he had suffered, but it

just wanted vengeance on Kevin, Kevin had no fear

he would strike their Achilles' heel. He would identify what would cause him the most deep-seated agony and attack. Kim was well aware that Kevin's Achilles' tendon was none other than his darling wife, Anne, and their kids. Had Kim attacked Colin as a warning that he was coming for him, perhaps to make him suffer in the suspense before he made his move? Or perhaps Kim just wanted to make a

were the case, one thing was certain: Colin was dead.

no reason. Besides, if you don't have any direct proof that I am implicated in this murder, you should release

the policewoman put away the documents from

and he stared into space. He thought to himself, contemptuously, 'Sure. Was it

you okay, right now? Are you safely in our home? Were the kids

couldn't sit here not knowing whether his family was safe or not. A voice inside him told him firmly that he needed to get out of there

consequences, he had

important call. An amenable-sounding voice could be heard on the other end of the line. Kevin

was not the A City, where Kevin exerted much influence. Everything was not under his control here, but he could still contact his

Kevin had connections all over the place. His network was not confined to the

the hour. He peered up into the sky outside, squinting slightly

released, but he remained a prime suspect.

Kevin, for your own safety, our men will protect you and keep a close eye on you." The police chief had approached and advised Kevin in what

chief was

to be against him. However, since he was most

The chief was relieved to see that