Love me again, Dear Ex wife!

Kayla's POV

A deep frown settled on my forehead accompanied by a tightened fist to keep my emotions in check. But how long would I be able to do that? I was completely shattered inside.

My eyes were red-shot, but my black shade did well to hide it. I couldn't hold myself back as I blew my nose into the little piece of fabric I held in my hand.

Since Grandma Helen died, it was as though a huge part of me had gone with her.

Grandma was my life savior. She was like my guardian angel sent to me in my time of need. If not for her many years ago, I have no idea where I’d have been by now.

Grandma Helen had been in the mortuary for three months now following Liam's order and today was the day she'd finally be laid to rest

Hot tears welled up in my eyes, growing into an intense cry.

Just then, a voice came behind me.

"You don't have to cry so much Kayla, grandma Helen was already so old, it was time for her to die and God already tried for her, she lived till 97, get a hold of yourself." That was Ellie; Ethan's wife. She had always been like that when it comes to Grandma Helen. But I couldn't believe she'd say such a thing at her funeral.

I refused to spare her even a glance as tears continued to stream down my eyes.

I already missed Grandma so much and in severe pain, how could Ellie say such things? No wonder they never got along when she was still alive.

Several minutes later, the burial ceremony was over. Grandma Helen had gone to the other side of the world. Leaving me behind.

With more tears dripping down my face I waved her my final goodbye. And finally, I was ready to leave.

My eyes looked around the crowd, searching for that one person, but it seemed he didn't attend his own Grandmother's burial. Or might I say he didn't wait for it to be over before he left. As I had seen him here earlier.

I shook my head and made to finally take my leave now, but just as I was about to come out of the cemetery, my eyes caught on someone who made my heart skipped several beats, and a huge amount of adrenaline released into my being.

How dare she come here? Grandma Helen even hated her.

It was Lyra, Liam's mistress. Liam named her his childhood friend, but they had done so many despicable things that broke me many times. All the while still referring to her as 'just his childhood friend'

Grandma Helen had no idea what her Grandson had been doing to me in our marriage. What was the point telling her? It'd have only added to her worries, she was already old and battling high blood pressure. I wouldn't want to kill my grandma Helen with my marital problem. Hence I kept it all to myself.

If she knew, she'd have scolded him, but would that change anything? The answer was no as Liam would never let Lyra go.

It was as though Lyra were a part of Liam, someone he could never do away with. Even at his office when Grandma Helen had sent me there some months ago, I met them almost into each other's skin, leaning into each other so intimately they could be misunderstood as husband and wife.

Well, my marriage to Liam was arranged by Grandma Helen. But I had always loved Liam. The first time I met him after he came back from his studies abroad, I fell in love with him.

His masculine nature had me in rage and even till today. Liam was not just handsome, but gorgeous. He had me drooling over his blue eyes and his entire body.

Liam was well built, his muscled chest protruding out through his shirt, and his cologne had my whole being melting at his sight. I needed him, I wanted him. Every night I go to sleep with him on my mind.

Then I told myself if I could have this man then I've gotten everything I needed in life. Even in the day, I dreamt about Liam. I got lost so many times at the sight of him and Grandma Helen would call me back from my reverie.

Only to wake up one morning and she announced my marriage to Liam. I had made it in life. I couldn't sleep for days. I was marched in delight and extreme happiness.

Even though Liam didn’t seem to like me that much or wasn't that pleased with me as his wife-to-be, I believed I was going to make him love me with time.

I wasn't that bad myself. I was petite, had hazel eyes and my skin was just as perfect. I had a round face, a flat tummy, and a body that could be described as perfect.

But five years later, he hasn't even gotten a bit close to me to think of ever developing any feelings for me.

All I could remember in our five years of marriage was how he went around with his childhood friend, who, of course, was his mistress.

Liam had done nothing but make me feel outrageously alone in our marriage.

Growing up, my moment of great bond and beautiful life was cut short when I lost the most important people in my life to the cold hand of death. How I survived it was still a mystery to me and everybody who witnessed it.

Fifteen years ago, on a Saturday morning, I clocked eleven _ it was my birthday. Even though I didn't want a big celebration, my parent were adamant on taking us out for a big birthday party. If I had known it was going to claim their lives, I’d have refused at all costs.

I and my two brothers were seated at the back seat of our Lexus, with my parents at the front conversing happily. Time seemed to freeze as my parents suddenly became quiet, inside the car was filled with tension and anxiety as I raised my head to see Dad floundering to evade the huge gigantic trailer hauling its way towards us.

It sped as though it was on a mission to crush us all. Just as my instinct predicted, I watched as my whole family lay lifeless before my very own eyes within a split second.

I had blood dripping down my forehead as I managed to crawl out, coughing profusely while crying for help on the deserted road, all the while my body shaking from trauma.

My wailing voice rolled until the paramedics arrived.

My parents and my two siblings were pronounced dead on the spot.

In a twinkle of an eye, I had lost everyone in my life, including my two lovely brothers. My playmates. Everyone in my life were gone.

After the burial of my parents and my brothers. I had refused to leave the funeral home. All I did every day was cried my eyes out till I was almost blinded by tears. As if that even matters to me, I just kept crying until an old woman came to me.

Seemed she wasn't around at the time of the burial and had just arrived to pay her respects.