Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex Husband!

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divorce pap

itting there watching, on the high-definition screen of my tablet, my husband of fi

orated with care. In a company I had

re you

nuckled around the edges of the device. "If you can't do this simple thing for me because

friend, but he was also the only person in this godforsaken city who a

me, and I was certain he knew about the adulterous part too. Yet

uldn't have

e; what if he told that fool of a husband exac

soothing register. "You know I've always wanted you to leave this marriage. I just needed to

as a wave of bitter

tal bliss-had been an unmitigated horror. It was nothing like I exp

t I had literally given him a kidney so he could continue t

on

rl from a pack of cruel bullies. I followed him like a loyal sheep through university, keeping my head down desp

ate took me, o

once he recovered-declaring to the whole family that no woma

a single fuss. In my naivety, I though

e street. He didn't slow down for a second when he realized I was a virgin. He left me bleeding, shivering in p

He said he'd been drunk. He brought me expe

esperate, so I th

logies wore thin and he s

on our anniversary because I dared

en down, physically or mentally. So, I had called Cassi

change. And I-like a pathetic fool-stayed. I even anonymously pitched in my own

slapped

ver loved

ice. He stayed around me only out of a sens

alized with a shudder-if not for

l.

the grim reality of the present. "Yes. I'm serious, Ca

. I'll get the paperw

. I don't want Shawn kno

. You have

all e

ed by the sheer depth of Miranda's betrayal. She had returned to the city a ye

dn't even get him to remember my birth

nda moaned on the screen, her nails digging into his bac

love. Ve

p away. Shawn pulled her back in with a growl and kissed her

ere always chaste kisses. Public. Polite. Cold. Once, I had even desperately wonde

e trying to con

. I just need to figure out h

at? That old man is a s

eyes turning predatory. "Not after tonigh

s I raised the vo

d, smiling like a stereotypical v

The rest writes itself. I'll make sure she's caught in the act. My grandfather will have no choice, especially

the frame freezing o

at

fecking hell

ally done cry

y trusting my instincts after years of being gaslit. All I had ever done

no m

wife. Enough of swallowing his ab

ime he tasted

and tossed it aside as I stood up. Something slip

gnancy kit... the one that cl

ars of being mocked and called barren by his family.

till

ouldn't be

ouldn't

d to the empty room, rubbing my stomach wit

or his grandfather's birthday dinner, knowing I had to still

in a cold, loveless home. N