I Need You Ex-wife!

VICTORIA ~

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, the day I married the man of my dreams, Brandon. However, it was the day my heart got broken into a thousand pieces.

My fiancé's sister Elese appeared at the venue before me wearing the same custom-made wedding dress as mine.

I watched them standing together greeting guests.

This was not the first time Brandon treated me like this. I was hoping that this day would make him become a responsible man by cutting romantic ties with Elese, but look how I was on my wedding day, watching them flirt in front of our guests.

After greeting a few guests, I watched as they shared a laugh when Brandon leaned over and whispered something into her ear, which made her blush.

I felt a deep pain because that was supposed to be me; he was supposed to be standing beside me and not Elese.

I wanted to confront them, but realizing it'd cause a scene, I decided to approach them with wisdom.

With a composed face, I walked up to them, complimenting them with a low tone that only they could hear, “You both could make a perfect couple,” I said, making them jump.

They had been so consumed by each other that they didn't notice me when I walked and stood near them.

To my surprise, Elese ran away crying, resulting in Brandon's face moving from shock to anger.

"You always act petty and narrow-minded." He scolded me loudly in front of everyone before eventually running after her.

That was the end of the wedding.

I felt so broken. The environment began turning in my eyes, but I managed to maintain my composure.

My friend Benita, who's my bridesmaid, hastily ran to me. She witnessed everything.

"Victoria, be strong, okay?" She whispered. "I'm here for you. Please don't show the world your weakness."

I gulped hard and wiped my already damp eyes.

"I'm leaving, Benita. I'm going directly to the hospital," I said to Benita, but I never told her I was going to the hospital to schedule an abortion so she doesn't start advising me against it.

By the time I finished dealing with everything and returned home, it was already late at night.

The pale moonlight spilled into the living room, casting a cold and lonely glow over everything.

I dragged my exhausted body back to the bedroom, looking at the bridal bouquet in the room. It all felt so ironic.

The confetti on the bed hadn't been cleaned up yet. I was so tired that I carelessly removed it from the bed before collapsing onto the soft mattress.

While plugging in my phone to charge, I happened to see an I*******m post by Elese Jones, which reads, "Blessed by your presence, not wasting our encounter."

The photo shows Brandon holding her, the two of them gazing at each other lovingly, just a centimeter away from kissing, both wearing matching couple rings.

In the past, if I had seen something like this, I would have immediately rushed over to demand an explanation from him.

But now, I simply turned off my phone silently.

Of course, Brandon is a tall, handsome, young, successful man, but they say, "Behind every successful man, there's a woman," and that woman is me.

Brandon and I had been together for eight years, already legally married in court privately, so he shouldn't be treating me like a piece of trash.

We had planned for that wedding to make our marriage official and celebrate with friends and families, but everything turned horrible due to his acclaimed sister, Elese Jones.

I didn't know Elese years ago when I newly met Brandon. In fact, they don't even have the same surname, which makes me doubt them being siblings, but Brandon would tell different stories about why Elese bears Jones instead of Brown.

I let out an exasperated sigh, rolled over, and went to sleep.

*

The next day, I didn't receive any messages or phone calls from Brandon.

I would only frequently see updates about him on Elese's I* posts.

They were kissing, taking photos, shopping...

"I can't take this anymore," I muttered after seeing her recent post where they were in a jacuzzi in a hotel room, shirtless, and their nakedness covered by shampoo.

In honesty, the photo broke me down.

The worst of it was that the public never knew of our marriage, so they'd conclude Elese is Brandon's legal wife even though I had been living with him before she came into the picture.

Of course, they would think we were only in a relationship, which later didn't work, and I came to the wedding event to cause chaos out of revenge.

With a heavy heart, I contacted a lawyer to prepare for divorce.

The lawyer was swift to respond to my request. He forwarded a document concerning the divorce to me.

I was sitting at the parlor with my laptop reviewing the draft prepared by the lawyer when I suddenly heard the sound of a door opening outside.

I looked up and saw Brandon holding Elese's hand as they entered through the door.

Our eyes met, and immediately a flash of embarrassment crossed his eyes.

He hurriedly let go of Elese's hand and spoke with an unnatural tone.

"Elese has never been to the seaside, so that's why I took her there."

"Besides, you're pregnant, and didn't the doctor say you should be careful..."

Before he could finish, I had already shifted my gaze back to the draft in front of me, nodding indifferently. "Mm, okay."

"Go..."

The words he was about to say got stuck in his throat. Seeing me sitting in front of the computer without any response, he seemed to get even angrier.

He immediately questioned me coldly.

"Do you have to be like this? I already told you Elese had never been to the seaside; that's why I took her."

"Besides, why can't we go on a vacation? What are you making a fuss about? I've told you many times, Elese and I are just..."

Seeing him rambling on, I simply interrupted him directly.

"You and she are just siblings, I know."

I looked at him calmly, without any trace of anger on my face.

The coldness on his face intensified, his whole person frowning at me, his tone full of exasperation.

"Then what are you making a fuss about?"

"I'm busy."

I gathered all my thoughts back, not looking at Brandon's expression.

Elese, standing to the side, seeing this situation, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Brandon's wrist.

She added fuel to the fire, saying, "Victoria, don't be angry. Please don't argue with Brandon because of me."

"Although Brandon didn't take you this time, he specially brought you a gift from the seaside."

After saying this, she turned her head and sweetly looked at Brandon.

"Brandon, hurry up and show Victoria the gift."

Brandon quickly took out a small box from his pocket, opened it, and pushed it in front of me.

"I bought it specially for you; open it and take a look."

He looked quite proud, as if I would be grateful for this.

I raised my head and glanced.

Inside the box was a pair of simple floral earrings, with paved diamonds around the edge and blue jade petals, looking very fresh and elegant.

But I just glanced at it and then pushed the box back.

"No need; I don't have a hobby of collecting freebies."

The atmosphere immediately froze, and Brandon's face turned pale.

"Victoria, what do you mean?"