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Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Horrific Reality
MIRANDA“Yes! Tear her apart!” I sneered, as I laughed at the carnage on my phone screen. I was practically vibrating with a dark glee, scrolling through the snarky comments made by aggrieved netizens and the sudden, explosive outrage of the public. With my left hand, I gripped the phone like a weapon; with my right, I threw cheese balls intermittently into my mouth from the large container nestled between my thighs. I sat cross-legged on my bed, clad only in my underwear, feeling the cool air of the room against my skin, though my blood was boiling with excitement.My eyes would probably have heavy, dark eyebags underneath them considering I couldn’t sleep a wink last night, but I didn't care.I was just too amped up, flying from one social media handle to another, making sure that my posts had gone viral—that every singular being in the country, and even outside its confines, would see those well-curated, devastating photos. I laughed some more and shook my head as I watched crud
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! A Dream
SHAWNThe canopy of the forest was a jagged, suffocating ceiling of interlocking branches that bled into a sky the color of a fresh bruise. I was running, my lungs burning with the sensation of inhaled glass, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird desperate for escape. I didn’t know who was behind me, but I could hear them… the rhythmic thud of heavy boots on damp earth, the snapping of twigs, and a low, dissonant humming that made the hair on my arms stand up. Every shadow seemed to stretch toward me, clawed fingers reaching out from the bark of gnarled trees to snag my clothes.Terrible fear saturated my senses. It was the frightened desperation that kept my legs moving even as they turned to lead. My thoughts were a jumbled mess of static and guilt; I knew I had messed up. I had crossed a line I couldn't uncross, and now they were coming for me.The forest felt like a maze, shifting and twisting until I was running in circles, the air growing colder, the humming
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Angry Bitch
MIRANDAI was soaking in the tub, doing my nightly ritual, trying to calm my nerves so I could sleep, when my phone rang. At first, I thought to ignore it, but the possibility that it could be Shawn—that he had had a change of mind—had me reaching my lavender-scented, bubbled hand to the stool just by the head of the tub and collecting my phone. A knowing smile touched my lips as I saw his name blinking on the dial. I answered after waiting for a few beats, my fingers tracing the sleek edge of the device; it was best not to have him thinking I had been waiting for his call.“Hello…” I kept my voice stark, like a petulant girlfriend, but the voice that answered me wasn’t my Shawn’s, and it had me sitting upright in the tub, the warm water sloshing against the porcelain.“Who is this? And what have you done with my fiancé?!” My heart picked up a faster rhythm as my mind went haywire. Why was a stranger answering Shawn’s call? Had he gone and involved himself in an accident? My heart
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Drunken Shawn
SHAWN“Hey! Let me have two more!” I screamed at the bartender, holding up my empty glass before slamming it down to join the others—seven, maybe nine cups already cluttering the wood in front of me. My vision was beginning to smear into a blur of neon and shadow, my voice thick and slurry, aggressive even to my own ears. Yet, my mind remained cruelly, agonizingly sharp. And it was that mind I wanted to dull… to silence the voice that screamed profanities, branding me a failure and a loser. I watched one of the bartenders approach, his brow furrowed in a look of pity that made my stomach churn.“Sir, you are already drunk… I think you should get home…” he said, reaching for the empty glasses.As he made to leave with them, I lunged forward and grabbed his sleeved arm, my fingers digging into the fabric. “What did you say?” I screamed in his face, the smell of cheap whiskey heavy on my breath. “What did you just say? Do you know who I am? Do you?” I punched the aisle, the wood rat
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Amazed
KILLIAN“Are you going to tell me why you picked the 28th of October for our wedding?” I asked Elara as we returned to the terrace again. I had excused us from the private suite, citing that we needed to make some plans, but really I just wanted to spend some alone time with her again. I wanted to inhale the scent of her skin—that intoxicating mix of floral notes and something uniquely her—without being interrupted. And if luck was on my side, I hoped to get some sugar for myself before the night ended. She said nothing in response, however, until we sat on the bench we had vacated a couple of minutes ago, the cool stone a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between us.As she stared ahead into the darkness of the gardens, I found myself enthralled, again, that this beautiful woman was finally about to be my wife. Amazed.Elara was a masterpiece of elegance, every contour of her face etched with a perfection that made my chest tighten. I traced the line of her cheek and the delic
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Wedding Date
ELARA“So, have you two lovebirds fixed a date for the main event? Which week?” my father asked, his voice booming with an easy joviality as soon as we entered a private suite on the top floor of the hall which had been used for the gala. Liam, heavens bless him, had led us through a separate hallway which led to a more private stairway, up to the top rooms above the hall, rooms that were off to the public. So, while the elite tinkered about downstairs, probably waiting for my return so they could continue their begging charade, I was in the safety of a private suite, only in the company of my family and Killian’s. The air here was thinner, quieter, stripped of the suffocating perfume and desperation of the crowd. And really, that’s all I could handle at the moment. I’ve seen enough chatter to last the rest of the week.“Uncle, I think we need some time to acquaint with ourselves,” Killian supplied earnestly, his tone smooth as silk, his hand sliding around my waist as if it always
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