Be Mine Again, Darling Ex Wife.
©️Copyright by DaVe 2023.®️All Rights Reserved.Prologue: Motive.Lisa’s Point Of ViewI grew up in miseries, memories of my traumatic childhood sticking to my brain like a porous plaster patching a surface.Lost my mother to the cancer of the brain at the young age of seven, my father on the other hand becoming a drunkard psychopath who took his grief out on us; his three young children after the loss.Memory of that night carved deeply in my head I can’t forget even if I try to, the same night I turned eight and my father returned home drunk.I was the last child of the family and the only girl, my father decided his birthday gift for me that very day was to break my virginity and leave me scarred for the rest of my life.He attempted the treacherous act by locking himself up in my room, trapping me under his evil clutches.My two brothers heard my wailing, they broke down my door instantly engaging themselves in a battle with my father in bid for my safety.Luckily only my clothes were tore with few bruises on my arm for escaping his grasps whenever they laid on me.He was a psycho and was not really in control of his actions, but those actions of his that particular night became a scene that stuck deep inside my head never to fade away.Curled up in a corner with tears streaming down my little eyes, I watched him breaking off my mirror with the head of my oldest brother.From the broken pieces of the glass he took a long piece not minding the pain it was inflicting on himself.I could only scream with an heart wrenching sorrow swallowing me up as I witness him slicing my brother’s throat and leaving his body to bleed to death.My other brother ran out as soon as he saw that, I deduced he went to the kitchen when he returned with a knife. The same knife he plunged into my father’s stomach from behind.He stared down at himself, glancing back at his son who was behind him meeting his demise. Nobody was expecting it, but I was expecting the emotional trauma my system fits into.Finalizing my experience, I saw the hand that held the piece of glass he took from the broken pieces swung backward as he delve the piece into my brother’s neck. The both killing each other right in front of my eyes.I lost everything that night.I was given up to the foster care by the government and was later adopted by two loving couples. Life didn’t get any better, that night haunted me every second of my growing life.And I graduated high school never forgetting that night. My academics were my therapist and the only remedy to the pain often acquired whenever my past starts to haunt me.My foster parents developed an affection for me, they took care of me and was set to give me the world if I ever ask for it.However, the joy they offered was soon dangling on a thin thread about to cut loose when both were diagnosed with the same sickness that took my mom away from me.I was not ready to lose both of them, I was in college studying for Business Managements, hoping to sit one job at a successful company after my graduation and take good care of them.Then I met him while I was leaving from the visit I had come to give to my sick foster parents.I overheard him talking to his sick mother who wanted him in a marriage because her time seems to be limited.I knew him because he was well known in the city, and the same night I came across him the second time conversing with another man he must be acquainted with.He was rambling on how he needed a wife urgently to please his mother, the phrase that had me introducing myself to him was no less than, “I’m willing to pay any amount of cash.”I jumped right at the opportunity, signing my life right up for hell. At least, I had the finance to keep my foster parents from dying.Both survived, and I was a month deep into the contractual marriage. He never gave me attention, he was always on his own, as I was on mine.Albeit, we never spend any time together. I still couldn’t stop my heart from starting to beat for him, I mean he’s a man with perfect looks that could pull on any woman’s heart strings. I fell for his looks, that I can boldly admit.I did finish college and became a full house wife because he wouldn’t allow me go anywhere but to visit my parents or go shopping. The marriage was to end whenever his mother die, but to our surprises she’s far from her grave.Two years deep into the marriage and it was still the same between us, but totally different with his life.He would bring in ladies and sleep with them knowing very much I’m his wife. I take that he has no idea I’m in love with him, so I confess to him.He shunned my feelings and went on with his life never minding my existence, a different kind of rejection.He fell sick at the third year of our marriage, really sick he was paralyzed and bed ridden for close to ten months.I was there for him throughout, and during that period my foster parents returned back to being admitted.On the race to keep both people I loved alive, I lost the run and the sacrifice was my foster parents dying.I chose my husband and was wind up taking care of him so much lesser time were spared for me to give to my foster parents, even his mother wasn’t there for him the way I was.He got better and I thought his perception of me would changed, but I was wrong. He rewarded my care with money, which I rejected of course and ask for his love instead. A request that meant nothing.He went back to behaving like before, even worse as this time he leveled up becoming more cruel with me. Chased me out of his room, have me punished by starving me if I wrong him in the slightest bit; he went as far as locking me up in the room given to me because he doesn’t wish to see my face for some days.I endured this for a whole year, and a whole four years were gone into marriage with him. I was beginning to regret why I ever agreed in the first place, I lost the purpose of my life in relationship with him.He was inhumane towards me and that I was very aware of, but the affection I abhorred for him only clouded his mistreatment.I endured all of this for months longer after the years wasted till I decided to quit it all. I was going to leave him, already packed my bags and everything when he showed up at the entrance of my room.He sank to his knees; begging me to stay and to forgive him. I had wipe my eyes numerous times to see if I was dreaming, but I wasn’t and he truly was kneeling on the floor with a sincere apologetic face asking me to stay.Of course I honored his request which was just two months ago, things changed between us like I have always wanted.However, his past was still his past. I caught him cheating on me twice after he accepted my feelings and propose his apology.He asked for forgiveness the first time, and promised never to do it again the second time.I believed him, I really do. But then I shouldn’t have, I should have walk away that day I decided it is time to leave him.I should have trusted my gut and leave him. He broke my heart, useless my affections like they were nothing, and I do not blame him. I blame myself instead, for being nothing than a fool when it comes to him. The third time happened and it was the last I decided to take.So I vow, to become that one thing he would want and will never get, that one thing he already has but lost and now would regret loosing it. I vowed to make him regret ever losing me.It was the promise I made to myself, and I sure as hell was going to fulfill that promise.It was the perfect revenge, and I found the solace I have always longed for in the arms of his rival that wasn’t really the enemy everyone painted him to be.Callan Myers used to be his best friend, a scandal led to their friendship ending and the whole world seeing Callan in a new light.Nobody really knew the truth behind the scandal, they all judged the poor man with Kurt’s filthy words and till now he was blacklisted in the country.He is the perfect candidate to team up with and work against the downfall of my ex husband.Prepare to see the worst Kurt Briggs.Chapter 1: The Final HeartbreakHer feet gently stomped against the marble floor as she vastly approached the golden mahogany door paces ahead of her. She stretched forth her light tanned skin colored arm reaching for the door, making a twist at the doorknob before pushing it inward for an entrance to narrowed for her figure. “Darling I’m home-“ Her sentence that started with glee wade off into shock and sadness when her eyes met with a scene in front of her. Her jaws crawled below, dropping slight to the floor with her eyes widening with hurt. “Kurt!” She yelled out, her voice cracking up as she brought her palms up to cover her mouth while silent sobs broke through. On the bed was her husband, Kurt Briggs. In bed, naked with another woman and asleep. The loud sound of his name getting shouted had his lashes flipping open as he looked around his surrounding. His vision navigated the room, looking to the side to find a strange woman on the bed with him naked, then to himself to
Chapter 2: A Shocking News. Silence rushed between them, both staring at each other with ghost eyes morphed widely on their expression trying to understand the situation better and deeper. “Turns out I’m not the only one cheating.” Kurt quoted, making sure his tone was sarcastic while his eyes never left her face. Lisa scoffed, forced to shifting her gaze as she rolled her eyes before settling them back on him. “Cheating?” She scoffed once again, her brows furrowing into disbelief. “Are you for real? Or you’re really saying that to me?” Lisa questioned, utterly stunned by the accusation. He is the first man she ever fell in love with and she regretted it, she wish she could take it back. “Then care to explain to me how you became pregnant, I don’t remember the two of us ever having sex.” Kurt tried to reason, sounding less offensive than he sounded when he called her out. Lisa scoffed at his words, tears beginning to soak her sockets wetting her lashes as it threatened to
Chapter 3: A Twisted Lie? Lisa stormed out of his mansion, one hand clinging to the arm of her handbag while the other laid on her face stopping the tears storming her vision from wetting her cheeks. She arrived inside her car, throwing the bag to the seat beside her as she clasped her palms against the wheel while giving in to her sadness. She bit on her lower lips with her eyes reeling close dwelling in the pain hurting her emotionally. She really doesn’t deserve this, after everything she’s been through, an heartbreak shouldn’t have added to the list. Why did this have to happen to her again? She really thought she had gotten her happy ending didn’t she? Not knowing it was a dream she took long before waking up from. Kurt was never going to give her that and she should have known before signing her life up in love with him. “Fuck you Kurt! Fuck you!” She vented out loud while slapping the wheel repeatedly with tears tumbling down her cheeks. “I fucking hate you!” She kept
Chapter 4: Unwanted Proofs.Driven by curiosity, Kurt had lay back his decision to throw her out and wanting to hear what she has to say. She had mentioned about knowing who Lisa cheated on him with, would be fair for him to know the person was at least. Henceforth, the given chance to spill. “Who owns her pregnancy?” Kurt questioned, acquiring a stagnant pose with his arms crossing over his chest. “You know when I first found out, I was so shock-““Go straight to the point and stop beating around the bush. Who got her pregnant? Either you say the name or get the fuck out.” He censured in a stern voice, his facial housing an unfriendly expression. “Alright. Callan Myers. Your business rival.” She told him. Kurt knitted his brows, a bit awed by the name mentioned to him but quickly masking it with a blank expression. “You said you have proofs, where are your proofs? You just don’t expect me believing my wife truly has anything to do with that Lucifer unless your claim is heavily
Chapter 5: Face From The Past. Lisa was still in shock with her lips parted in a wide gasp when the room door bursted open, the least unexpected person sauntering through the door. “Kurt!” Her voice deepened with disgust as she called his name. Kurt who just came in ignore the strange eyes present in the room and went straight to his wife, “I came as soon as I heard. How did this happen?-““Get out Kurt!” She shunned at him, tone rolling out her irritation as she cast him a repulsive glance. He halted on his tracks, inches away from where Lisa laid on the bed. “I think this is our cue to excuse them.” A man whispered out from behind to another to passed on the information. At once they turned around, departing from the scene and leaving Kurt alone with his wife except for Leo who was still present. He was originally the one who passed out the sentence to excuse the room. He went to the bed, “Here are your things, the ones I picked earlier from your car.” He told her before drop
Chapter 6: An Anonymous Call. Lisa halted on her walking tracks, his recent words repeating all over in her brain at a dingy solo sound. If she heard correctly, he just claimed to be her brother and to have been searching for her for quite the year. She turned around, her paled expression coming to face him to see the seriousness gashing his face. He was serious with his claim. “What are you talking about?” She asked, still believing she heard wrong of what the strange man who saved her mentioned. There was no way he was being serious, how could she have a brother. She was the last and the only survivor of The Carter family, where did he come from, he must be joking. “We should talk, I can drive you back to your car. There we’ll discuss all that is there to know.” He proffered, coming to a stop ahead of her. Lisa gaped with confusion. Of course she needed illumination to whatever he might be insinuating about so she accepted to take his ride. Throughout the walk back to the ca
Chapter 7: Obsessed It Seems. Kurt had just gotten his heart shattered into a million pieces, he stood there with a droopy aura drowning his entire soul. Lisa had just walked out on him and he has no idea how to beg, what else to do? He knew nothing about how he arrived on that bed with Rhea. He could swear, but Lisa was done believing him. His phone vibrated with a ding repeatedly in his pockets, series of messages popping into the phone made him snapped out of his hurting moment. He brought out his phone and all the notifications were derived from a single person who sent him multiple texts. He scrolled open his phone, tapping on the message bar to see the pictures that were forwarded to him from his secretary, Rhea. A message was then attached at the end of the pictures. “You want proof, there is your proofs.” The text screened in his vision, he read the message before going through the pictures. It was his wife, captured together with his enemy. Callan Myers. He swiped thr
Chapter 8: Brother With The Past. Lisa was uncannily quiet throughout the ride to Leo’s home. She had her mind occupied by the strange call she received a while back with a very familiar voice uttering quite the threatening statement.She was threatened and was stuck wondering who was behind it. Leo halted his motioning car to a stop at a nicely marked garage, stepping out of the car as he ushered Lisa to do the same. He led her straight into his well structured and modernized home, upon walking through the door a middle aged woman showed up. “Mr Woods.” The woman bowed her head, greeting him. “Mrs Elle, this is my sister. Lisa, and Lisa, this is the housekeeper. She’s very nice and I see her more than what she is, if you need anything, just go straight to her.” He made the introduction, glancing from both the woman to Lisa. “Nice to meet you ma’am, I’m Lisa Brig-“ she paused within her sentence, her instantly turning droopy as she realized the name she was about addressing hers