Till Divorce Do Us Part

ALEXAMark halted mid-step, his broad shoulders tense as he turned to face me. His blue eyes, so sharp and cold, narrowed dangerously as they fixed on my smaller frame. “Excuse me?” His voice was low, quiet, but there was an unmistakable warning in it. I refused to back down. My heart was pounding, but I kept my chin high, my voice steady. “Let’s get a divorce,” I repeated, staring straight at him. For a moment, he just looked at me. Then, a slow scoff left his lips, his expression twisting into something between amusement and disbelief. “Is this your attempt to get back at me?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. His gaze shifted toward the dining table, where the untouched meal sat—an entire evening’s worth of effort wasted. Then, just as quickly, he looked back at me. “Because what?” His voice dripped with condescension. “I didn’t spend your birthday with you? Or is it the anniversary?” There was no remorse, not even a sliver of guilt in his tone, and that hurt mor

ALEXAAfter a few hours at the boutique and salon, I barely recognized myself. My hair, once dull and lifeless, was now a vibrant shade of red with golden streaks running through the ends. My nails were perfectly polished, my skin glowed, and the red, figure-hugging dress I wore left little room for self-doubt. It clung to my curves, accentuating everything Mark had once ignored. I looked good—better than I had in years. But as I stared at my reflection, a strange feeling crept over me. Regret. Not for leaving him. But for wasting so much time waiting for love that was never meant for me. For hoping, praying, and breaking myself just to earn scraps of affection from a man who never truly saw me. That ended today. "Well?" Noelle’s voice broke through my thoughts. She stood behind me, arms crossed, watching my reaction closely. "What do you think?" I turned to her, a slow smile spreading across my lips. "I feel…" I paused, then let out a breath. "Like me." Noelle grinn

MARKI tried to take my eyes off Alexa and the throng of men that were shamelessly dancing with her on her mini-stage, but I just couldn’t, and it was very obvious that she was enjoying it.Frankly, if I didn’t know Alexa well enough, I would have sworn that she wasn’t the woman on that stage; maybe her lookalike, but definitely not her. I had never seen Alexa that sexy and alluring, and as I watched, my jaw clenched in annoyance. How dare those godforsaken paid male prostitutes have the nerves to touch Alexa that way? Worse, her witch of a friend, Noelle, continued to scream and urge her on, and even more annoying that the money Alexa sprayed on them were mine.“Mark,” Vector called. “Mark,” he called again, and when Mark still didn’t answer or even take his eyes away from Alexa and her escapade, Vector decided to snap his fingers.“What?” I asked, turning to Vector, my eyes blazing with anger and rage. “What is it?” I asked him gruffly.“You have been staring over there for too lon

ALEXAI thought I had thrown up everything in my stomach already, but I woke up and rushed into Noelle’s bathroom and threw up again.Then literally sat on the bathroom floor, because I was already weak and exhausted.Noelle came in with a cup of herbal tea and gave it to me. “Are you going to throw everything you have into the toilet?” She asked. “You have been vomiting since last night, even at the club,” she added.“Because you forced me into dancing with those men and it really got my entire system irritated,” I said.I didn’t know that being around other men would make me feel so disgusted, and even though I only did it to get on Mark’s nerves, I was beginning to regret my actions.“I am never do that ever again,” I said and I meant it.Noelle threw her head back and laughed loudly. “What are you never doing again; aggravating Mark and making him jealous, visiting Dancing Devil, or having fun with male strippers?” Noelle asked.“Going to that stupid club and allowing those freaki

ALEXAWith tears in my eyes, I packed my thing. After I told Mark that I was divorcing him, I left our supposed matrimonial home and returned home. Now, I had been asked to leave.Packing was even difficult, because I could barely see what I was shoving into my box. When my cell phone rang and I saw that it was Noelle, I was relieved, because I just needed something to calm my nerves down.“Hey, how did it go? What was it your dad wanted to see you for?” Noelle asked over the phone, and I just burst into hot and painful tears.“He asked me to leave, Noelle,” I blurted out.“What?” Noelle sounded stunned. “Why would he do that? What happened?” Noelle asked, but she quickly added even before I could answer her. “You know what, don’t answer that right now. Just bring your stuff over to mine, okay? We will talk when you get here.”“Noelle, no, I don’t want to inconvenience you,” I said, shaking my head, even though I knew that deep down, there was nowhere else I could think to go.It was