Ex Wants Me Back? No Way!

HILDA’S POV I stared at the bold letters, my vision blurring with tears that threatened to spill over. I raised my gaze to look at him, “Please, Wilson… don’t do this. You can’t do this to me!”, My voice shook as I pleaded on my knees. Yet he didn’t flinch. He stood tall, his eyes emitting coldness and indifference. As if all the years I spent by his side were nothing. He sighed, running a hand down his face. “Hilda, let’s not make this dramatic. You knew this day was coming….” I shook my head, desperation clawing at my throat as I moved to the edge of the bed. My knees wobbled, and I had to grip the bedpost to keep myself upright. “No, I didn’t. I thought… I thought we were just going through a rough patch. I thought this was something we could work through.” My voice cracked, “I thought we still had a chance.” A mocking smile stretched across his lips. “A chance?” He chuckled, the sound sharp and hollow. “Hilda, the only reason I married you was because of the pr

HILDA’S POV I sat on the couch, my eyes glued to the clock on the wall. Twenty minutes past midnight, yet Wilson was still not home. After he followed Lillian out, the tension at the table became unbearable. His mother forced smiles, his siblings exchanged uneasy glances, and the guests shared murmurs so I could no longer stand it. I excused myself to come home, blaming it on an acute headache even though it was my heart that ached. The sound of the ticking clock was the only thing that could be heard in the big mansion. I sat in the living room, twisting the cool diamond ring on my finger nervously. Despite everything that had happened, I was still waiting for him to come back home. Yes, I was that foolish. When the clock struck 1am yet there was no sign of him coming home anytime soon, my anxiety intensified. I stood up and began pacing the living room while contemplating whether to call him or not. “He’s never slept out before. He always comes home. Maybe I sho

HILDA’S POVThe past week in my grandma’s house had been good times.We spent our days playing chess together, drinking jasmine tea together, and talking about work. I had forgotten how much I loved home and how much I loved her. Everything felt perfect.I had not left the house since then. If I wasn't with grandma, I was reading.Wilson's mom and dad had been blowing up my phone for days on end, but I wasn't taking the calls. I felt guilty for ignoring them, but I needed to cut myself off from them completely. It was the best thing for me and I was learning to put myself first.My bedroom door opened, pulling me out of my thoughts. I smiled when I saw my grandma.“Good morning, Nan,” I said.She replied with a smile. “Good morning, Hilda.”“How are you?” I asked as I patted the bed for her to sit.She shook her head. “I won't be here for long. I just came to tell you that I need you at the company by 12 pm today.”I raised a brow. “Is anything wrong? You've never asked me to come to

WILSON'S POVI was in the office going through the blog posts about my divorce, with Lilian by my side. She had been with me every day since Hilda left. She was massaging my shoulders as I read the posts.“The Rodriguez Group will probably reach out to get us to release a statement.”“You're refusing, right?” Lilian asked, her hands making their way into my shirt and caressing my chest.“I have to. My parents would raise a storm if I disagreed. As much as my dad isn't the biggest fan of Hilda and her family after the stunt her grandmother pulled, it still isn't exactly in our best interest,” I said, melting deeper into the chair.“And who owns the company now? They might not like it, but you own the company now. It's yours. You make the decisions, and if you don't want to release a statement in her favour, you shouldn't have to. You have the say, Wilson,” her sultry voice filled my ear.“I hear you, Lilian. If I don't release a statement, it's going to really harm Hilda’s image,” I sa