Falling in Love With Your Ex Wife

Man Deposits Wife Mafia #05

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Today, for some reason Mr. Max is still at home, but usually after breakfast he is never again seen the trunk of his nose until almost late at night. Only twice did Zevanya meet her husband, even though more than that he always thought it was his unlucky day.

"Miss, Master is calling you to his room" said Tari who somehow was in front of Zevanya who realized it was daydreaming.

"W-what?" screeched the girl in disbelief, she was even imagining something not this time. It's not about perverted things because that can't happen.

But, what punishment will be received even though sometimes Zevanya never violate the rules of the arrogant Lord including to come out One step from this house.

"Yes, sir wants Miss there. Come on, hurry," the servant said a little more forcefully because this is the order of the one who promised him.

"But why? anyway why is he still at home at this time?!" stupid question, whatever Mr. Max does should like him who is none other than the power holder.

"Don't ask that, Miss! I don't have the answer." Dance could only throw a rough breath while pulling the hand of her young miss. Although many women come and go and go in and out of the room of the great master but who has official ties only Zevanya although the marriage is still under the hands.

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Chequelek

Zevanya entered after the door was opened by Irwan. He is the right-hand man of Mr. Max who often helps Zevanya, including when the girl is in the basement. He who is only fed once a day is often entrusted with snacks either Bread, pastries and fruits.

"Thank you, sir."

Irwan nodded with a small smile on the tip of his lips. Sometimes he does not like the Zevanya who used to be cute, small and short hair is now turned into a sweet girl not bored in view. It's all because it's natural.

"Good day, sir." Zevanya greeted politely when she was in front of her husband who she always respected like an employer.

"Du-twenty years, sir." Zevanya answered stammered. He thought it was the last age for him.

"Well, remember my late wife's message?"

Zevanya was silent, he hesitated to answer because so many messages and wills were thrown by Mrs Talita's late mother to him during his illness until the moment of his absence 5 years ago.

"Hem, Madame-, the Madam asked me to take good care of myself, sir." Zevanya did not dare to look up, she also could not say if she had to be a submissive wife for her husband.

"This wedding should have been inaugurated. You're old enough to do it."

Degs...

It feels, Zevanya will prefer to be in brackets alone rather than having to formalize their marriage bond. It never crossed his mind at all, even though Zevanya had agreed to the message from Mrs Talitha, all because there was no more choice for her, the situation was so precarious that he seemed to have been hypnotized by fate.

"Why? you mind?" asked Mr. Max with a full search and a dislike look.

"Can I choose?" asked Zevanya who was very unexpected.

"Choose? what did you choose?"

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I'm choosing divorce, Mr .