The Cassanova's Regret: The Runaway Wife with their Twin

Elena's POV.

“Let's get a divorce, Elena!” Caleb slammed a document on the table before me, the title boldly written “DIVORCE AGREEMENT.”

My eyes widened with shock, and I was dumbstruck at the sudden statement and sight before me. I felt my lips part for a split second, and my smile instantly turned into nothing but a confused gaze now fixed on my husband, Caleb.

“What did you just say?” I managed to mutter with the energy I was able to summon at that moment.

“Look, this thing isn't working, okay? I can't keep living this way! It's suffocating,” he blurted out harshly, his voice becoming more audible with every second that passed.

“My ex, Isabella, returned, and she has my child… I have been thinking, and as a man, I can't leave her and my child without a father!” he added abruptly, not thinking twice.

“Your ex and a child?” I scoffed in disbelief, my left brow raised in uncertainty. I couldn't believe any of this. 

I felt a sharp pang in my chest, my eyes welling up with tears at his words. And just then, it dawned on me. 

“Does this have to do with me not having kids since we got married?” My heart tore apart with the attitude he was portraying and I needed to ask, to confirm. 

“It has to do with that and more... I fell out of love with you, and I think we need to part ways… so this is definitely the best decision!” he declared, his expression devoid of humour at this moment.

For a second, I would have thought he was joking, but he wasn't. He meant every word he said to me. He had no regrets, he was bold to say every word. 

“We have been married for five damn years, Caleb!” I groaned bitterly.

“Doesn't it make sense to you? I had to give up working as a woman and so much just to be with you, and now you suddenly want a divorce because that same ex who left you dry and low came running to you with a child?” I snapped at this moment, my irritation evident as I bit hard on my lower lip.

“I know this is hurtful, but that is my decision! It can't be changed! I can't continue with a shitty mess like you!” he exclaimed nonchalantly.

I felt a sizzling anger deep inside of me, and I wanted to grip him by his neck and snuff the life out of him.

“You couldn't do this at home? Was this why you brought me here then?” I snorted. Here I was, thinking he wanted to make me feel good after so many years of ignoring me.

I felt my heart pounding heavily.

“No… I mean, yes… To get a divorce and to have you meet her.” he let out, making me pause for a second.

“Who?” I asked curiously.

He pointed behind me with a robust smile, and I turned back, and just then, our gazes met.

Isabella Vega was standing right behind me with a sinister look on her face. I couldn't believe it. I was getting divorced by my husband in front of his ex-girlfriend.

With deliberate yet malicious steps, Isabella walked closer to where Caleb was. He stood to his feet and embraced her. Their lips meeting the second he pulled out of her embrace. 

I knew they were doing this to make me feel bittered but then, I couldn't hold back the hurt I felt. My fingers clenched tightly, almost piercing through my skin in anger, sadness and regrets. 

“See how much we love each other? Why don't you just sign the papers and be on your way.” Caleb spat without hesitation, his eyes piercing deeply into mine as I glared back at him. 

If I had known that this would be the case, I definitely would have left him to rot when Isabella left him.

At the realisation that this was over, I darted my gaze to Isabella before I turned back to Caleb. 

“Fine! I will sign the divorce papers!” I asserted as I flipped through the papers.

Although I felt hurt, I held back the tears that threatened to trickle down my pained cheeks. My palms still hurting from the sting of my fingers digging into them. 

But yet, I could not let them see my pain… Never!

“I am so sorry about this, Elena,” Isabella cooed in my ear beside me the second she got closer.

I turned to her with a contemptuous look and shook my head. She tried to play innocent and cool, but I could see through her.

“Keep that apology to yourself. You wanted him, you have him!” I signed across the lines, angrily gathered the papers, and threw them at Caleb.

He was shocked at my sudden reaction, but I didn't care. I also pulled the ring from my finger and threw it at him too.

“Thank you for liberating me from this trash! You'll suffer worse, Isabella!”

I walked out of their stunned faces and took a deep breath once I was outside. I quickly flagged down a taxi, and once I got in, I called my best friend, Sharon.

“Hey, babes, meet me at the Diners Bar,” I let out abruptly.

“Diners Bar? What's the occasion?” Sharon asked with a smile, and I divulged, “I just got a divorce!” Tears trickled down my pale cheeks, and I dabbed them gently.

“Fuck! That fool left you? I am meeting up with you in a short while.” She ended the call, and I felt an air of uncertainty embrace me.

It was heartbreaking, but I needed to get it off my head. I didn't want to dwell on it for long. I bit hard on my lips to stop the tears.

“Get a hold of yourself, Elena!” My fingers dug into my skin as I tried to control my emotions. I was going to keep acting strong.

By the time I got to the bar, I had snapped out of the gloominess, and I was in a mood to get drunk.

From afar, I saw Sharon walking up to me, all smiles and giggly.

“Elena… the new single bitch in town!” She hugged me and chuckled softly. She was only trying to make me happy.

“Come on, let’s get drunk and wasted tonight!” she giggled, and we walked into the bar, holding hands and laughing mockingly over the marriage situation with Caleb.

While we were drinking, I was beginning to feel drowsy, and my head felt whooped.

I was holding my glass of wine, dancing wildly on the floor, when I mistakenly emptied the drink on a gentleman standing beside me.

“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed in shock, my jaw dropping. “I'm so sorry…” I apologised swiftly.

But when he turned to me, I felt my heart melt like plastic in flames.

“Are you that drunk?” he asked, looking at me with a blank expression. He was neither angry nor happy, and something about him was intriguing.

I could not control the rush of excitement within me; maybe it was a result of the alcohol, but I didn't care. I felt the yearning to have him.

“Are you married?” I inquired unexpectedly, and he shook his head in confusion.

“Are you?” he asked me.

“Nah! I am happily divorced and ready to mingle!” I laughed even more and threw myself at him for a dance.

“You seem to be in your element,” the gentleman whispered in my ear, and I brushed my face against his bearded jaw.

Something about him kept me wanting to be flirtatious with him. After all, I wasn't married anymore. I could do whatever I wanted and this was the best thing to do. 

I needed to drown out my pain, my sorrows, my sadness. I needed to let it all out. 

“You seem interesting… would you like to be a contract wife for just a year?” he probed, his eyes glistening with desire.

“A contract wife? Am I gonna get paid?” I questioned with a witty smile, and he nodded.

He seemed serious, and I thought it was a joke.

“Am I gonna get laid too?” I leaned into his ear as I whispered. I suddenly felt the urge to be naughty with him.

He seemed taken aback and shook his head with laughter.

“You really are a piece of work, aren't you?”

“I am serious. I cannot let that fine body of yours get away from me tonight.” I bit my lower lip as I spoke seductively.

“You are serious, aren't you?”

“Of course!” I replied with a shrieking voice and an excitement I cannot describe. “And guess what? If you say yes, I will sign the divorce papers too.” I chuckled drunkenly. 

“Are you sure about your decision?” he asked again, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Once you do this, I can't let go of you! You will be mine for as long as I say so.” he said with a deep tone that sent shivers running down my spine.

I brought my lips closer to his and brushed them against his, “I know what it means. Just say yes… and fuck me.”

I could see desire in his eyes, and I was already intensely in need of his touch. I wasn't sure where Sharon was, but she was okay.

“Let’s sign the marriage contract then, shall we?” It was a joke, and I was certain of it, but in the meantime, I loved the fun of it.

I took the pen from him and cursed my signature on every line, flirting with him as I did.

The fragrance of his perfume kept me stuck to him, and I found myself wanting him even more.

He lifted me in his arms, his firm arms pressing my butt, and I felt needy for him. I snuggled up to his neck and ran my tongue over it.

“You are quite slutty, and I like that,” his deep voice hoarse, and I kicked my legs in the air in pure excitement.

At that moment, I could barely remember that I was once married. All I wanted was to be consumed by this gorgeous gentleman.

He took me to his VIP room, and he didn't hesitate to lead me to his bed. I dropped effortlessly on the king-sized bed, my vision becoming blurry. 

I shook my head, trying to get a hold of myself but it was difficult. I felt the need to feel his touch all over my skin and even worse, I was about to be fucked by a stranger I knew nothing about. 

As he stood by the bed, he began to unbutton his black shirt. Slowly, he slipped it off and tossed it to the ground, revealing his chiselled muscles. 

His body was a work of art, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. He was undeniably attractive, and every part of me wanted to have him. 

The sight of his bare chest made my heart race faster, and I felt a burning desire to touch him, to feel his skin against mine.

He climbed onto the bed with a slow, deliberate move, his movements controlled. His sexy form towered above me, creating an intense sense of anticipation. 

His eyes locked onto mine, piercing deeply as if he could see into the depths of my soul. 

“I ask you again, dear Elena Jones… is this what you want?” His raspy voice rang in my ears, sending electrifying sensations down my spine. 

Each word he spoke seemed to vibrate through my entire body, igniting a fire within me that I hadn't felt in years.

“Yes! I want you, make me yours!” I declared, my voice filled with desperate longing. 

My hand reached out and wrapped around his hot body, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. 

The touch of his muscles beneath my fingers was intoxicating. 

Gosh! It was so alluring that I couldn't help but lick my lips, my desire for him growing with each passing second. 

My only regret was that I was drunk, but at that moment, I didn't care. I wanted him more than I had wanted anything in a long time.

I couldn't believe I had been missing all this because of Caleb. 

The thought of my ex-husband flickered briefly in my mind, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming desire I felt for this man. 

I had spent years feeling unloved and unwanted, but now, in this moment, I felt alive again. 

“Fuck me!” I whispered seductively, revealing my deep urge for him. My voice was husky with need, and I knew he could sense my desperation. 

He leaned closer to my neck, his warm breath hitting my skin roughly as he nibbled on my lower ear. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him.

I felt his lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of burning desire in me. 

“Make me yours,” I repeated, my voice trembling with anticipation. 

He responded with a low growl, his hands tightening around me as he continued to touch my body. 

A soft moan immediately left my lips as I felt it. I wanted more. 

“Remember, you are mine now, and there's no going back!” he growled, his voice rough and possessive. 

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could respond, he snatched my lips in an intense, fiery kiss.