Getting My Ex-wife Back

Stuart stood guard at the door while Fehmen went to the occupied bedroom, and Jaird went to Raeleigh.

Meanwhile, Raeleigh pestered the man to give her the exact amount as she didn’t bring any change with her. Seeing Jaird, the man stumped and asked her what was going on.

Jaird was fast to respond and immediately roared, “You shameless woman! How dare you have an affair behind my back?! I demand an explanation!”

The man was stunned. Raeleigh hid behind one of them and said, “I didn’t. Don’t slander.”

A man playing poker laughed, “You two fight somewhere…”

Before anyone saw it, Raeleigh flung a knife at the man, stabbing his neck. Just as he was getting up, Jaird twisted his neck while Fehmen kicked another guy in the stomach and delivered a knee to his face, knocking him out cold. As Raeleigh went to the other end of the room, Jaird had already broken a second neck.

All the guys in the unit were either dead or knocked unconscious, but they still couldn’t find the twins.

“Where are the kids?” Raeleigh asked. Fehmen shook his head and said, “I only saw a man lying on the bed when I came in. Could we have made a mistake?”

Raeleigh shook her head. “No, they must be here.”

Raeleigh looked around the room and went to the closet. She opened it and saw Cedric and Heitor unconscious and tied up at their hands and feet so they couldn’t make any noise.

Raeleigh untied them and headed out the door with the kids, handing one to Stuart. One of them woke up and was about to struggle when Stuart said, “I’m your mother’s friend, and I know your father too. Please don’t shout, or people will come after us.”

Carrying the other child in her arms, Raeleigh ran toward the elevator with the Lee brothers following right behind. It was faster to leave in the elevator, but just as the door opened at the lobby, the kidnappers’ backup stood in their way.

Jaird immediately took out his guns, shooting at anyone who was in his way. He was quick as speed was essential in surviving in the underworld. So no matter who it was, as long as they were in their way, they were as good as dead.

Raeleigh and Stuart followed behind the brothers, with each of them guarding their side. Raeleigh felt gunshots all around her, but she could do nothing but continue heading out.

They got in the cars once they left the building. Jaird followed Raeleigh, and Fehmen followed Stuart. The two cars drove out promptly as Raeleigh called for the extraction team.

The twins were quiet on their journey to safety, especially the boy in Raeleigh’s arms, holding onto her for dear life. Raeleigh didn’t know why a kid as young as him would accept her so soon.

Generally speaking, Cedric and Heitor were raised in the Whalen family from birth and rarely interacted with the outside world, but the two children seem to know Raeleigh.

Fehmen pulled the car at the gates of the Whalen family’s home. Everyone at home was long waiting for their arrival outside. Seeing their cars, they immediately opened the gates. Raeleigh quickly entered the villa carrying the child, Fehmen following right behind. Entering the house, Raeleigh placed the child down, and Deanna cried, holding her baby in her arms.

Raeleigh then went back outside to see Stuart heading toward them with the other child in his arms and Jaird behind him.

Seeing familiar faces filled the Whalen family’s home, and Raeleigh knew they were now safe.

Deanna cried, holding her sons in her arms, but Raeleigh had to break the news to her. “We’re running out of time; they won’t let us off the hook so easily. You should prepare immediately; take what the children need. I’ll send you guys away.”

Dumbfounded, Deanna asked, looking at Raeleigh, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere safe. We’ll leave once it’s dark.”

“Raeleigh, this is my home. Where do you want me to go?”

Although Deanna was worried, she couldn’t just leave just like this.

“Deanna, listen to me. I’ll bring you and your children back after this is all over. Or if you trust me enough to take only the twins away.”

Staring dazedly at her boys, Deanna got down on her knees to talk to them, “Cedric, Heitor… I can’t leave Daddy alone; he hasn’t come back yet. Can you two leave first?”

Seeing Deanna crying her lungs out, Raeleigh thought for a moment and turned to Stuart. “Stuart, you go with the children. I’ll bring Deanna with me. The rest of you stay here.”

Everyone exchanged glances while Raeleigh video called Rayan and showed them his grandsons.

“Grandpa, Grandma.”

Although the twins looked disheveled, they were not miserable, unlike Deanna, who was bawling.

Rayan asked, “Are you two hurt?”

“No, Grandpa, I’m fine, but I’m hungry.” Heitor wasn’t afraid, speaking methodically. Although Rayan was one to be valorous, his heart couldn’t help aching. The last time he felt so was when he was in his twenties.

“Good that you two are fine.”

Raeleigh squatted down and announced, “I have something to tell you. I’m sending them to a safe place, but I won’t tell you where. I will have someone send them back after this is all over. Jacky will agree with my decision, and Deanna has already given me her yes. I’m not asking for your opinion, or is this a negotiation but a let-you-know.”

“Grandpa, we’re leaving. Take care of yourself.”

“Grandma, I’ll be back in a few days.”

Seeing the boys so well-behaved, Hannah cried even harder. Raeleigh then hung up the video call. It was getting dark outside, so Raeleigh prepared some food and took the twins to the villa’s rooftop.

A military helicopter landed at the rooftop at eight that evening, and Stuart boarded it with the twins while Raeleigh stood at a distance, watching as it took off again.

Raeleigh walked to Deanna and took her away in her arms.

On the helicopter, a little girl in sportswear, shorter than the twins, jumped down from her seat and went over to them, initiating a conversation, “Are you two, my new friends?”

The little girl was as cute as a bunny. Stuart stared at the child, somewhat lost in thought. He had long heard Mr. Jepherson had a daughter. Could it be…

Stuart left his seat and went to the girl, kneeling as his hands trembled, asking, “What’s your name?”

The little girl had big, sparkling eyes like Raeleigh’s, thinking the two more and more alike as he stared.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

But the child’s gaze looked similar to Santiago’s.

The little girl answered with a joyful hum, “I’m Shaney.”

“Shaney? How old are you?”

“Three.”

“Who’s your mother?”

“Raeleigh Anson.”

Stuart took a look at the man sitting opposite him, who he had seen in a photo before. He was the infamous Austin Quirk.

Stuart inched his hands toward Shaney’s arms and asked, “Shaney, tell me, what’s your last name?”

Shaney looked at Austin before turning back to Stuart. “Richards.”

Dumbfounded, Stuart nearly burst into tears. Since Lucy passed, Stuart got emotional easily. Hearing Shaney’s words, he pulled her into his arms, hugging her with a death grip, reluctant to let go!