Seducing My Ex-husband

"I'm sick with you, Helga. I want divorce! Divorce! Can you not understand that? Let us just stop this.” The man paused, containing the bubbling anger down his chest, but he failed, “Let us be done with this misery, because I'm done with you and I cannot take this anymore!" Tears streams freely down my lashes. His stabbing words hurts my heart over and over again, like a never ending knives aimed directly at my soul. Piercing it like a maniac administering a glorious torture, it hurts. How many times did I heard him say this? Two? Four? Five? I lost count. Am I disappointed? It was not a new scene, after spending a year with him; disappointment was never a foreign feeling. I know what he wants, and I perfectly understand what he meant. Yet, my stubborn heart refuse to comply and will rather seek the comfort of blind oblivion, than abiding by the rule of common sense. Every time he brought this up, I can never force myself to agree. It was in vain, for my chest would feel stuffy an

Gritting my teeth as I forced the pain shooting from the sole of my foot at the back of my head, I turned my back and speeded towards the door. I do not want to hear what Patricia wanted to say, I don’t have the courage to face the worry flickering inside her eyes.   From this instance, I knew how much of a coward I am.   Chasing the thought away, my mind wanders towards a man’s doting silhouette from my memories. Releasing a deep sigh from my lungs, my grip on the paper bag tightened. Inside lays the lunch box I prepared for my husband.   I hope he will like this.    Just then, the four-wheeled vehicle came to a halt. Mustering a sweet smile on my lips, I straighten the wrinkled part of my skirt –from sitting on the seat- before heading towards the front desk.   Martin works in an entertainment company as a manager. He was always busy. So, sometimes he tends to forget to ea

I wake up feeling the warmth atop my belly. My eyes automatically settled in my stomach only to see a small kitten curled up into a ball, peacefully sleeping. Chasing my sleepiness away.   My lips twitched.   "My little ancestor you even used me as a bed. Where is your master?"   Finding myself silly, a soft chuckle escaped my lips. Cats does not know how to understand human language, or at least they cannot communicate using the same medium. Nevertheless, they look so cute especially when they tilt their little head whenever I spoke to them.   "You look so peaceful, I feel jealous."   I carefully leaned against the headboard. While making sure that I will not stir the cute kitty awake. My fingers unconsciously stroke its fur. Just as I expected it was soft and silky. It is very nice to touch.   Just as I was enjoying the peaceful moment, the door suddenly is

The night after that, I faced Patricia.   I cried for the whole night together with the dark as a company. She knows how broke I was. She witnessed how I attempted to starve myself thinking; everything was, but a dream. That it will end but the pain reminds me that I am deceiving myself again.   "We're done. It's all over, Patricia."   Nevertheless, I never once saw any pity in her eyes, which I am thankful for. I was consoled by her mere presence and patience.   Every time I broke down and doubted myself, she will just articulate, "It’s okay. You tried your best. There is nothing to regret about, so there will be no need to put your make-up on every day."   I nodded and convinced myself that she is right.   I have done everything just to make him feel that I did not want to end our relationship. I told him that we could stay together forever until our h

"Hey, are you okay? What are you dazing there for? Thirdy is already looking for you downstairs. May I remind you we still have a schedule to follow, girl?"   I blinked and turned to Patricia who was now frowning in front of me. I raised my brow at her and cheekily smiled.   "Oh, sorry, I just remembered something suddenly. By the way, are all the necessary documents ready? Have you told, Tita about this?"   "Yes, so get your ass up this very instance because we’re running late!" Patricia neck shrunk as her face disappears behind the door. However just as I was about to continue my business, Patricia’s head once again poked into my room, "Are you thinking about him again?"   "Pat, I've already moved on. Besides, it has been a while I have already forgiven him. Even if I meet him, I would not even remember his face. I have Thirdy now. He's enough."    The corner of my lips ho