Dear Ex-husband, I'm Better Without You!

Let’s get divorced?…“Welcome home, honey,” Lily warmly greeted her husband, Roberto, as he walked in through the open double doors that led to the living room.Dressed in a simple white gown that barely reached her ankles, with her hair held up in a side-braided ponytail, she had her hands clasped in front of her. Her body slightly swayed from side to side, a bright smile tugging at the corners of her lips.She had just finished preparing dinner for two not long ago. Although he had never eaten her food, she always hoped he would try it one day.Usually, he would at least acknowledge her habitual greeting with a nonchalant hum. But tonight, he wore a grave expression and his steps were noticeably hurried.Still, she decided to try her luck for the nth time, “I made dinner. Would you…”“I don’t care about your horrible food!” he snapped, causing her to flinch.“H-have you even tasted it?” she asked, trying to mask the hurt.“Food made by a person I don’t like is naturally horrible. D

Roberto was on his office, perched of his luxurious swivel chair. On his desk were stacks of documents waiting for his attention. One was currently in his hand but he just couldn't focus on it. "Damn it," he couldn't help but curse, adjusting his tie as though it was suffocating him. A knock on the door drew his attention and he put down the document in his hand, his eyes flickering towards the door. "Come in," he invited, trying hard to mask his annoyance to no avail. The door was pushed ajar from the outside and a tall young man donning a buzz haircut and wearing a dark grey suit entered the office. He adjusted the prescription glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, his eyes fixated on the one seated behind the desk. He walked to Roberto with a purposeful stride, his expression solemn, "Sir, the Fawn corporation have suddenly backed out from signing the deal,""What's the reason?" Roberto asked his assistant, internally grappling with the urge to pound hard at the desk. "T

Several minutes later…Roberto stepped out of the bathroom clad in a grey bathrobe, a small towel draped over his wet hair.He badly needed that shower. His phone, which was placed on the bedside cabinet, started ringing, and he subconsciously made his way to fetch it. As soon as he saw the caller ID, he frowned and declined the call. However, the caller resumed calling almost immediately, prompting the scowl on his face to deepen even more.He cut the call once more and threw the phone on the bed, flumping down on the side of the bed, a defeated sigh eventually escaping his lips. He hunched forward, resting his chin on the back of his right hand while staring into the void, lost in thought.The phone beside him kept on vibrating, but he didn’t bother to pick it up.His mind thought back to Lily. Everything about her made him regret. If only there were a pill for regret, he would have taken an overdose, so as to right his wrongs, so he could have the happy family he dreamed of with Li

"Get lost!" Miriam barked, feeling her ire increase at their presence. They weren't welcome here!"W-we saw nothing," Leona said, turning to take her leave."Sorry, ma'am. S-sorry sir," saying this with a slightly tremulous voice, the gatekeeper also made a sharp pivot and quickly followed after the ravenette."Miriam, you slapped me?!" Roberto asked, eyes widened, his tone a meld of rage and disbelief.His wife scoffed, arms folded over her chest, feet set in defiance. "I did. And so? What will you do?" she taunted."I don't hit women. But you're pushing me,""Do it if you dare," she dared him again, looking confident that he wouldn't. "See if I won't get you arrested for domestic violence."Without warning, he closed the distance between them and circled his right fingers around her throat, quickly lifting her off the ground, his eyes blazing with fury. "You bitch!"Miriam was both stunned and fleyed. She'd never expected he would do this to her. Her legs kicked about as she tried t

Mijyne Event Hall.Roberto alighted from the vehicle and headed to the other side to open the door for his wife. Not that he was trying to be a sweet gentleman. No, he didn't even want to show his face at whatever event Miriam was going to.But... for the sake of his reputation and freedom, he had to.He was dressed in a beaded blue suit jacket, black pants and an equally black turtle-necked inner shirt. He helped his wife out of the car and gently shut the door behind her. She was wearing a beige-coloured sequinned gown that accentuated her curves and height. Miriam was indeed beautiful. A pity she had become a shrew and a blackmailing spouse.Whatever, he just wanted to get this function over with and retire to bed for good.He had decided. He would be sleeping in the guestroom tonight for some peace of mind.This place lived up to its fame. Just the parking lot spoke of grandness and riches. He could see several people, dressed elegantly, making their way over to the event hall.Re