His greatest nightmare. The ex wife's revenge

Sylvia*The wall clock wouldn’t stop ticking, each sharp tick drumming the same reminder into my head—today is supposed to be special. Our fifth wedding anniversary. Yet Greg hadn’t sent a single message all morning.I picked up my phone and called him, but it rang out. No answer.Then a notification lit up my screen—just a location from him.For a moment, relief washed over me. Oh… maybe he didn’t forget after all. Maybe he was finally trying to make up for all the times he pushed this day aside.I rushed into the bathroom, showered quickly, and slipped into a dress with my cleavage showing—something to set the mood tonight. I sprayed on the perfume he always struggled to resist and headed to the address he sent.But as soon as I walked into the restaurant, I froze.Greg sat at a table surrounded by his high school friends… and right beside him was his ex-girlfriend, her hand resting on his cheek in that soft, intimate way he hasn’t touched me in years.I lifted my brows just to stop

Sylvia*“Who the fuck are you?” Greg groaned, pain twisting his voice as his arm stayed locked midair.“Please… please let him go,” I begged, my voice cracking.“You know him?” Greg snapped.“I told you I was admitted here,” I said quickly. “He brought me here. Please, let him go.”He released him, and Greg pulled back, hissing as he rubbed his wrist.“How the hell did you end up knowing a thug like him?”“Watch your mouth,” he warned calmly. “Unless you want to be admitted too. The name is Dave.”“Dave or whatever,” Greg scoffed. “What are you doing with my wife—hold on, Sylvia… are you cheating on me with this guy?”“Cheating on you?” I laughed bitterly. “Oh, I wish I was.”“What? With a thug?” Greg mocked, eyeing Dave. “Is he your bodyguard or what? All muscular and scary.”“He’s everything you are not,” I shot back. “He was kind enough to bring me here when your mistress pushed me and my elbow was bleeding—yet you took her to the hospital even when you saw the blood on my elbow.”

Sylvia*“Dave… can you come get me? I can’t last another night here.”The words left my mouth before pride could stop them. I sent him the address and dragged my bags outside, sitting in front of the house with everything I managed to gather, waiting.As if the universe itself had chosen a side, rain began to fall—heavy, relentless drops soaking through my clothes. The cold biting my skin was nothing compared to the ache lodged in my chest. Maybe the rain would wash away whatever feelings I still had left for Greg.Headlights cut through the darkness, pulling me out of my thoughts.Dave stepped out of the car and crossed the distance in seconds, pulling me straight into his arms.“Did he lock you out?” he growled, feeling how badly I was shaking. “Look at you… how could he?”“No,” I said softly. “I came outside before the rain started. My heart was too heavy to stay in there.”“Where is he?”“With his lover,” I replied flatly.“Come on,” he said firmly. “You need a hot bath.”“What ab

Sylvia*“That was nice,” I said as soon as we settled into the car.Dave glanced at me. “What was?”“Kissing me,” I smiled. “Did you see them coming, or…?” I laughed softly.His jaw tightened. “I wasn’t acting.”The mood shifted instantly. I shifted in my seat, heat crawling up my neck. “I’m sorry,” I murmured.The rest of the drive passed quietly until we arrived at the boutique. I picked a few clothes, nothing extravagant.“Is that all?” Dave asked, his eyes scanning the bags with clear dissatisfaction.“Yes,” I replied, suddenly unsure. Maybe it didn’t suit his taste.“My love,” he said gently but firmly, “you’re a Colombo now. Not just any woman. Whatever you want will be brought to you. These?” He shook his head. “They’re too small for you.”“Dave—”“I insist, my lady.”There was no arguing that tone. I sighed and went back inside for more.Later, he turned to me. “Do you want to eat out, or go home?”“Home?” I asked.“My mother’s cooking.” I stiffened. “You said I’d meet her lat