Dear Ex-Husband, It's too late

Autumn woke up to the sound of footsteps in the hallways. It took a full minute for her to process why the ceilings were lower, and the lavender smell she loved was absent from the sheets. Her design notebook was still opened on the bed, and she was still wearing the red dress from last night. With a soft groan, she forced herself up and tucked the book at the bottom of the bedside. Autumn was about to make her way to the bathroom when she heard a knock. “Mrs Grant, Madam would like to see you downstairs." Autumn clenched her fists. “I’ll be down in a moment." Autumn didn’t want to see Alisa after yesterday’s incident. She knew Alisa would only have spiteful words to say, but she remembered she had decided to confront Alisa before she fell asleep yesterday. She wanted answers. She wanted to know why Alisa thought it was best to remove her from her matrimonial bedroom. She knew there would be insults, but she didn’t care. She was done taking their mistreatment. She had taken enou

The door closed with a soft click behind Autumn, and she had to fight the urge to slide to the floor. Her body trembled with a mix of rage and hurt. Ethan’s words echoed painfully in her head. He didn’t think it mattered that Alisa had moved her out of their room. “Why are you acting like us living in the same room meant anything?” He had said it so casually, like it didn’t matter. As though it was a minor inconvenience that Alisa had helped solve. As though sharing a room with her husband for five years meant nothing. Autumn closed her eyes and exhaled shakily.Why did it matter?Because when she stared at his back in the middle of the night, it was the only reminder and proof she had that they were married. That she wasn’t alone. That she had family. A husband. A bitter laugh escaped her lips and a mocking expression appeared on her face. Every time she convinced herself that Ethan had already found a new way to hurt her, he somehow managed to prove there were still deeper p

Autumn and Zara talked for a while before Zara had to get back to work. Autumn picked herself from the bed and went to the bathroom.The sight of the wound on her shoulder ignited the anger she felt earlier and she felt the strong need to go back and deliver a hard slap across Lydia’s face.“They must have thought I was joking when I said I was done” She mumbled, reaching above the sink for the first aid box.Autumn winced softly when she cleaned the wound. Luckily, it wasn’t a big wound but she would need to wear a dress that covered the injury for the gala.She wasn’t hiding it, she just wanted to avoid any attention that would come from the high society wives who would have no doubt seen the articles and would want inside gossip from her.She had never been welcomed in the elite wives’ circles despite being married to Ethan because she was from a more different world from them. The wives of women who married men in Ethan’s circle were of the same standing. Women from families who

Autumn stood in front of the mirror. Her eyes scanned the length of her body and she couldn’t help the satisfied smile that played on her lips.None of the Grant’s staff had assisted her in getting ready but she didn’t mind. She knew how to do her own makeup and her hair so she was fine.The deep blue velvet dress was just as she imagined it. It fit her body like a second skin, showing off all her curves before pooling at her legs. The dress had a halter neck which covered the scar from earlier.For her hair, she did a messy, textured bun with wispy curtain style bangs. She had slightly tousled the hair so it framed her face loosely giving it a soft, voluminous effortless finish. And her makeup was soft, but glamorous.Autumn had Zara to thank for her makeup and hair skills. Growing up, Zara would never let Autumn leave the house without doing them, even when she was just wearing jeans and a tee.It was the first time Autumn didn’t consider Ethan when wearing a dress since she married

Why was it different?Ethan had no answer either. But despite it all, he didn’t understand why she was being difficult. Rory just wanted to protect his daughter, she didn’t have to say all those things out there where everyone could hear. “Are you that angry about the dinner?” he finally asked. It was a question that had budged him since she started causing trouble. A corner of Autumn’s mouth lifted as though she was fighting back laughter. “I don’t know, Ethan. I’m not angry. After all, you made sure to send me a plain birthday card so I understood” The moment those words left her mouth, Ethan regretted asking her that question. He already suspected that she would bring up the card and she didn’t disappoint. “You don’t have to be so sarcastic. I made a mistake” he gritted out. The amusement didn’t disappear from her eyes. “But I’m not. I genuinely appreciate the birthday card” “We both know it was our…” the words faded out, he couldn’t bring himself to say it and she noticed.