Dear Husband my ex is back

"Divorce papers." He blurted. His words trampled her heart on the marble floor. "Sign them!"He muttered coldly. She staggered, holding onto the edge of the table for support. "You're joking, right?" She asked and he smiled mockingly. "He's not joking, sign them and get the hell out of his life!" Yulia bluntly replied to her. "I'm not talking to you!!"Thalia yelled at her, she tried to reach for his hand but he moved back,his grip on Yulia's hand tightened. "Frank, we can talk about this, we can talk about this please!" She pleaded with tears in her eyes. But it all fell on deaf ears, he's already made up his mind. And he's not ready to listen to anyone. "Listen Thalia, you know I met your sister first, and I loved her first... "But you loved me too, why are you doing this?" Thalia cried. "Yes but not anymore. For one year I wasn't happy. I only married you to have a wife, to have a woman by my side not because I loved you or something. You should move on and sign the divorce

The sunlight across the ivory sheet like honey, delicate and golden, warming the chilled air of the Blackwood's mansion. Franklin stirred beneath the duvet, shifting until his arms found her–Yulia. His peace. His everything. His prize. Franklin snuggled his arms around her waist, her hands coiled his neck. Both enjoying each other's warmth. It was a dream come true to wake up beside her. No more risky morning calls, no more meetings in hotels. Thalia is gone for good, out of their lives. "Good morning, Mrs Blackwood." He whispered into her ears. They got married secretly two years ago, had their honeymoon in London and now it's official. Call it cheating, but Franklin doesn't care. He chased his dream of being with Yulia. It was never his intention to be with Thalia but it happened anyways. "Morning, Frank" She replied his greeting sweetly, placing a light kiss on his bare chest. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, their fingers tangled instinctively—habitual and in

Seven years had passed in a blink of an eye. "Thalia Frost is here!"The screams of the reporters erupted, slicing through the night. The sleek black limousine purred to a perfect halt, before the glittering entrance of the Grand Palais. Cameras were already flashing, the red carpet glowing under the bright lights. Thalia stepped out first. Every inch of her exuded red gown hugged her frame sexily to the diamond earrings that swayed with each poised movement,radiating elegance with every breath. She held her six years old daughter's hand, Tracey who was in a matching version of her gown. She glanced down at her with a pretty smile. On the other side, the second door opened. George emerged, dressed in black tuxedo. In his arms their son, Jay clung to his father's lapel, equally dashing in a matching suit with a bow tie. George walked to her side and entwined his fingers with hers in a romantic manner. This earned a big scream from reporters. "Thalia! George!" "Thali

Yulia's hands wouldn't stop trembling, the last thing she remembered was being thrown out of the Grand Palais, into the cold night and her phone vibrating in her palm. The doctor's voice was calm and detached. Now the smell of the antiseptic clung to her clothes, bitter and suffocating.The sharp beeping of the heart monitor echoed in her skull, a reminder of how fragile he was. Franklin lay there— pale, not moving, his forehead head wrapped in white gauze. She had stared at him for long memorising the shape of his still face before facing the doctor. "Doctor," she begged the doctor. "Please keep him alive till I come back." "Without a donor and the payment, I'm sorry, it's not in my hands." The doctor's voice had been calm and cold at the same time. Her throat tightened, she had no idea where to go, who to call.Thalia had denied her in front of the world. Delilah had cut all ties with Franklin years ago. Her so-called friends are gone. And her own mother stopped picking her

George came back from the company after picking the twins from school. He’d canceled all his meetings just to spend the rest of the day with his family. It was a rare moment, because his phone was buzzing, his assistants were always knocking, reports waiting for him on his desk—but today, he wanted none of that. Today, he only wanted his wife and his children. As usual, Jay was in his arms, clinging onto his shoulder, while Tracey walked beside them with her small backpack bouncing behind her. If Thalia had been there, Tracey wouldn’t have walked on her own, she would’ve been in her arms, just like Jay was in George’s now. The guards bowed as they walked past them. "Life didn’t end when Dad carried Jay in his arms and left me walking alone," she murmured under her breath, her voice tiny but filled with the sadness only a child could feel. Jay’s little head lifted immediately. "Just admit you’re jealous that Dad loves me more," he shouted in his childish tone, loud enough for