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• Once My Wife, Now the Woman I Watch on Forbes   Chapter 24

  David POVShe looked at me, stunned. But I didn’t back down.That picture, the one of Eunice and me in Italy, wasn't just a photo. It held more weight than that. It was a memory frozen in time. A piece of my heart that still lived, hanging right there on the wall. I could still remember how the sun hit her skin that day, how her laughter danced in the air like music. That photo was my reminder of what once was what could've been.I sat down slowly. My hand trembled as I reached for my glass of water. It was no use pretending. I wasn’t over her. Not even close."David, it’s over. She left you," Mom said sharply, standing near the wall. "This house doesn’t need reminders of her.""That picture stays," I replied, my voice firm and low.She stopped. Her eyes narrowed. "Have you been bewitched by her? This is not the boy I raised."She shook her head and walked to a seat."Or have you been thinking of Eunice lately? You look sick. You look tired. You don’t even eat properly anymore.""Mo

• Once My Wife, Now the Woman I Watch on Forbes   Chapter 23

  David POVI left the hospital thinking I could somehow fix thingsthat maybe, just maybe, this whole madness with Eunice and the divorce could be reversed. I had saved her life. That had to count for something, right? Deep down, I thought it was a sign. A second chance. I told myself that saving her wasn’t just fate; it was a door swinging open again, waiting for us to walk through together.But reality hit me hard the moment I stepped into the house.The silence was deafening. The air felt colder, heavier. Something was missing.Eunice.She was gone.Not a note. Not a scent of her perfume. Not a single trace that she ever lived here. Her clothes? Gone. Her shoes? Not a pair in sight. Even the soft throw blanket she loved curling up in while reading on the couch.. gone. It was as if she had never existed here.And the sad part? I let this happen.I sat on the edge of our bed—my bed now—and stared at the emptiness. This wasn’t just a house without her. It was a heart without a beat. Th

• Once My Wife, Now the Woman I Watch on Forbes   Chapter 22

  Eunice POVMy phone rang, slicing through the calm air like a blade. I had just sat down in the living room, cradling a cup of warm tea when the sharp vibration startled me.Mom, sitting across from me, looked up from her knitting. "Who’s that?""Just a friend," I replied quickly, not wanting to raise any questions.I stood up gently, rubbing my lower back. "Please, Mom, Dad... Can I take a few things to my room?""Oh yes, please do," Mom said kindly."I'll come join you in your room in just a moment," she added with a smile.I returned the smile, forcing it, hiding the tiredness in my eyes. "Alright, Mom."As I made my way to my room, my phone rang again. David. I sighed.He kept calling—again and again—like a song on repeat that I didn’t want to hear. My phone lit up with his name so many times, I had to flip it over just to get a moment of peace. What does he want now? I asked myself, already feeling the weight of frustration building in my chest. My head was tired, my heart even m

• Once My Wife, Now the Woman I Watch on Forbes   Chapter 21

  Eunice POVMy mother stood there, her hair tied up with a scarf, eyes wide in surprise. Her face softened instantly."Eunice," she whispered, her voice shaking.Without hesitation, she opened her arms.I rushed into them.I couldn’t hold it anymore. Everything I had been keeping inside for so long just burst out like a dam that had cracked from too much pressure. The pain, the fear, the confusion, the weight of all I had carried for years finally broke loose. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was sitting on it, and before I knew it, my face was wet. The tears came pouring down fast and hard, like rain falling on a tin roof in the middle of a storm. I didn’t try to wipe them. I didn’t try to speak. I just reached out and wrapped my arms around her. I pulled her close, like my life depended on it. Her arms were warm, steady, and soft. She didn’t say a word, but she held me back, strong and calm. I buried my face into her shoulder, and the sobs came, deep from my stomach, s

• Once My Wife, Now the Woman I Watch on Forbes   Chapter 20

  Eunice POVDavid is responsible for it…The moment those words escaped my lips, I braced myself for Joyce’s reaction. I thought she would be angry and hurt. I hadn’t told her earlier. She was my closest friend, and she deserved to know. But I’d been scared, and unsure of how she’d take it.But instead of exploding, She smiled.“So you mean I’ll be an aunty now?” she exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement. “Eunice, congratulations!”I let out a relieved laugh. “Yes, and guess what? You can be the godmother.”Joyce gasped dramatically, holding her chest. “You mean it?! Godmother? Don’t play with my feelings, oh!”“I’m serious,” I said, laughing deeply. The tension between us melted. We hugged, and I felt a genuine warmth. It was the kind of hug that wrapped around your fears and made them go quiet.With a calm, comforting tone, she said, “I’m with you, Eunice. Don’t worry. If you need anything at all, I’ll always be here to support you. You're not alone.”Her words hit deep. I did

• Once My Wife, Now the Woman I Watch on Forbes   Chapter 19

  Eunice’s POVMy new apartment had a quiet kind of peace embraced me. The walls were still bare, the curtains were thin, but there was warmth. No yelling, no smashed plates. No walking on eggshells. I ran my fingers across the edge of the small table I had managed to set up near the window. My stomach rumbled. I hadn't eaten all day. I decided to treat myself. There was a small restaurant just down the street. I slipped into a light dress, fixed my hair into a lazy bun, and stepped out.The chime above the door jingled as I walked in. The smell of pepper soup and fried plantains filled the air. I scanned the room casually, but my eyes froze when they landed on a familiar face.“Joyce?” I blurted, not believing my eyes.Her head snapped in my direction. “Eunice? Oh my God!” she squealed.In seconds, we were locked in a tight hug, laughing like schoolgirls. It had been years.“I thought I was seeing a ghost!” Joyce said, holding my arms like she was making sure I was real.I smiled, my