Falling for My Ex-husband Again

NEAH’S POVRain hammered against the windows as I stared blankly at my phone screen. My hands trembled while I clutched my stomach, the pain inside me growing sharper, as though something was slowly tearing me apart from within.“Please…” I whispered shakily, dialing Dave’s number again.For the seventh time tonight.My stomach had been hurting for hours, but now I could barely breathe. Something was wrong. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t ordinary pain.“Please answer… please…”Tears slipped down my cheeks when his call went straight to voicemail again.I didn’t know which hurt more—the pain consuming my body or the realization that his work might once again matter more than me.Suddenly, I doubled over as a warm liquid ran down between my thighs.My eyes widened in horror. Slowly, I lowered my gaze to the floor and saw blood dripping steadily from my legs.“D-Dave…”Frantically wiping my tears away, I dialed my husband again with trembling fingers. My vision was beginning to blur fro

NEAH’S POVThree weeks had passed, yet every single day, Dave still came to my parents’ house to win me back. Ever since we buried our child, I had never returned to the home we once shared. I wanted to heal. Somehow, the thought of stepping back into that house terrified me because all I would remember were the days when I was still pregnant… when our baby was still with me.I looked at Dave and the flowers and food he carried in his hands, as though any of those things could undo what had happened to us. To our family. To our child. To our marriage. A bitter smile tugged at my lips when I noticed the white roses he brought again. Every time I saw them, I was reminded of the night I lost my baby. The day I buried our child alone.Quietly, I stood up and walked out of the living room.“Neah,” he called after me, but I didn’t look back.I went straight to my mother’s garden and sat on the old swing.Even now, everything still felt painfully fresh in my mind. Losing my child still hurt

NEAH’S POVWhen I returned to our table, I immediately noticed the tension in Dave’s expression. A strange sense of dread slowly crawled into my chest. I didn’t know why, but suddenly, I was terrified of what he was about to say.His attention was fixed entirely on his phone. He didn’t even notice me approaching until I cleared my throat softly and sat down across from him.“Love,” he murmured quietly. I gave him a faint smile, pretending not to notice the uneasiness written all over his face. What happened while I was gone? Did someone call him? Was it work again?“What happened?” I asked calmly. I wanted to believe he wouldn’t ruin this night. We had only just started trying to fix our marriage. I didn’t want to feel again that his work still mattered more to him than I did. He let out a deep breath. But he still couldn’t look directly into my eyes. I could tell he was hesitating, unsure whether he should say what was on his mind.“Dave,” I called softly.“We have an emergency meeti

NEAH’S POVI stared blankly into space, wondering if fixing our relationship was still the right thing to do when it continued falling apart little by little. I really wanted to support him and his dreams. I kept convincing myself that one day, he would finally stop being so busy. But as time passed, it felt like we were only growing farther and farther away from each other.If he finally became the CEO of the company he worked so hard for, would he still have time for me? Or would he become even busier because of the heavier responsibilities that came with it?I took a sip of the coffee Mom had made for me earlier. It had already gone cold. The steam was long gone. I kept trying to understand him, but for how long was I supposed to keep doing this? How long was I supposed to endure everything and keep hoping he would eventually make it up to me? That someday, all the things consuming his time would finally come to an end?“Neah, Dave’s here.” I heard Mom’s voice from behind me. I did

DAVE’S POVI had been staring at my phone for a while even though we were still in the middle of the meeting. I had been messaging Neah since yesterday, but I still hadn’t received a single reply from her. Was she okay?“Sir,”I lowered my phone when one of the people in the meeting called my attention.“I’m sorry, what was that again?” I asked before handing my phone to Monica so I wouldn’t get distracted.The meeting continued until it finally ended.I quickly took my phone back from Monica since the meeting had lasted for almost four hours.“Sir, you still have another meeting later. You haven’t finished your presentation yet,” Monica reminded me, not handing my phone over right away.“Did Neah call me? Is she still not replying?” I asked because it was impossible for my wife not to reply to me.“No, sir. I’ll let you know right away if you receive a reply from Ma’am Neah.”I nodded and decided to focus on my work here in Las Vegas for now. Things had been fine between us before I