Ex-Husband Wants Me Back

Lessie's POV I rested my hand on my chin, watching my husband deep in conversation with his four friends. Today was supposed to be our anniversary, but it feels far from it.When he told me this morning that we’d be going out, I was pleasantly surprised—he’d never done anything like this before. I followed him to this upscale restaurant, filled with excitement, only to find myself ignored while he chatted away with his friends.Bored, I took a sip from my glass and looked around, avoiding our table. Every other couple seemed to be in a romantic mood, fitting for a day like this. I sighed, thinking of our table.My eyes drifted back to my husband. He was smiling, laughing, and talking excitedly.I have to admit, this is probably the fourth time I’ve ever seen him laugh or smile. He smiles at others, but never with me.Most of their talk was about business and finance—things I don't understand, so I couldn’t join in. Even his two females knew a lot about it, so the conversation flowed

Lessie's POV “What the heck? Why are you at the hospital?” my friend yelled through the phone. “Wasn’t yesterday your wedding anniversary?”I rubbed my forehead and sighed. If I tell Ella what’s really going on, she won’t let it go.“Just forget it. I’m fine now.”“You’re in the hospital, so how can you say you’re fine? Just tell me what’s happening. Where’s Freddie? Isn’t he with you?”“Well, I’m here because... I’m pregnant.”Ella screamed before I could finish.“Stop screaming,” I said, wincing as my ear throbbed from her shriek.“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” she replied, trying to contain her excitement. “You’re having a baby! Freddie must be happy, right? But wait, why do you sound so down?” She suddenly paused.“Things aren’t great. Freddie wants me to get rid of the baby. He doesn’t want it.”“Freddie said that? He wants you to abort the baby? But why?”“His ex-girlfriend is back, and he wants to be with her,” I said quietly, though inside I was trembling.“What nonsense! Who cares

Lessie's POV I left my husband's office, tears streaming down my face. Before I made my way there, countless thoughts had already run through my mind. What if he refused to listen? What if he threw me out? And he did exactly that.Once again, he proved me wrong. Time and time again, I've been the fool, holding on to the hope that my husband would stay with me forever. I kept wishing for a small taste of sweetness in our marriage, but it never came, and now, it seems it never will.Now, we're finally divorced. I've already signed the papers, and do I have any regrets? Not really. It’s more pain than regret.It hurts, knowing I can't be with my husband anymore. It hurts even more, knowing he chose his ex over the wife who stood by him for two years.I really can't help but want to tear up even more. The wetness on my face could barely explain how betrayed and hurt I'm feeling inside of me.When I finally had enough of crying, I can't stay outside anymore, I have been outside since I w

Lessie's POV It was the night of our last day working through the stacks of files with my colleagues. Once we finally finished, I cleared my desk, stifling a yawn."Are we heading home already?" Lucy asked, her face showing pure exhaustion."Lazybones," David teased, smirking at her. Lucy almost jumped out of her seat in anger. "What the heck? Who are you calling lazy? I've been working nonstop for a whole week, and you're calling me lazy!" she huffed, swinging her hand at him. David dodged her with a laugh, causing Lucy to chase after him, fuming.I chuckled at their childish antics before turning back to pack my things neatly.Besides David, Lucy, Charlotte, and me, a few more of my colleagues were still working late that night. We had all tackled our tasks based on our individual roles.Once my bags were packed, I noticed Benjamin walking in, his white shirt rumpled from the day's work."Boss, we're all done now, and we're about to head out," Lucy spoke again, clearly as drained as

Lessie's POV Syracuse Airport~The plane touched down smoothly, and soon the passengers began getting down. We followed suit, and I held both my children's hands tightly as we made our way out. I pushed our luggage out of the security checkpoint.“Mommy we are in Syracuse already!” Jasmine cheerfully said, almost jumping.“Yes we are here already.” I looked at her and smiled.I noticed James was just as curious, quietly taking in the surroundings. I hadn't told them much about this place, only that I used to live here.“Your city is nice, Mommy,” James murmured, still glancing around in quiet wonder.I nodded and remained silent.As we moved through the bustling crowd, I could feel eyes on us. My long hair swayed gently, complementing my fair, porcelain-like skin and slender figure.Some people even took out their phones, sneaking pictures like I was some kind of celebrity. But I wasn’t surprised by the attention. I knew what I'd achieved in the past five years. After overcoming ear