Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reclaiming His Ex-wife; At all costs! : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

ASHLEY'S P.O.VThe side of Kellan's bed dipped with his weight.I tightened my hold on the comforter, my heart heavy.“Don’t cry, Ash,” I whispered, afraid that my tears would wake him, and more afraid that it won't. That he wouldn't care if I was crying or not. He certainly didn't care about me. He forgot me. Us. The tears slipped out anyway.The clock ticked midnight, and I listened as his breathing evened out. It wasn't always like this, once upon a time, we were a fairytale. We had something untouchable, something that made us defy fate, society, and everyone who stood against our love.Years ago, before the money and the power, Kellan would come home early, he'd kiss me like I was his salvation, hold me like I was his anchor.I closed my eyes tight, the memories from our first year in marriage coming to my mind.~“I really hope this deal works out, Ash,” Kellan said to me with that smile and hope on his face. It's been two years being together, four months being married and his

ASHLEY'S P. O. V The silence didn't bother me anymore. I had gotten used to it, lying in an empty room, staring at the ceiling while waiting for my husband to walk in and drop into bed only to pass out seconds later, then rise early in the morning and disappear again. It'd been like that since his mistress and lover skyrocketed. And by mistress, I meant Lockra. Sometimes, I wonder if it would have been better if it was a woman taking Kellan's total attention. A woman I can fight, A woman I can compete with, but Lockra? Lockra made him billions of dollars. Lockra gave him the power and prestige he yearned for, and after growing up poor, being treated like a servant, and working crude jobs to pay his tuition fees, it makes sense that he worships Lockra. But it hurt regardless, to be thrown under the carpet, to be ignored, to be invisible to someone whom I used to be his world. When last we communicated, Kellan was in Dallas. He texted, saying he'd be heading to New Jersey next.

ASHELY'S P.O.V They kept me overnight. In the quiet, in the loneliness. Overnight with nothing but my thoughts, my broken heart, and my very empty womb. At some point, the tears in my eyes ran out. There was nothing left. I was just a mass of silence and pain, with a weight heavy on my chest that made it difficult to properly breathe. I laid there on the hospital bed, my eyes were wide open as I stared at the ceiling. My hands kept drifting to my stomach, and every time my fingers found the flat surface where life was once growing, I would tap on it softly, singing for the baby I would never hold in my arms, the son I wouldn't coo at in his stroller, the ‘Whoosh-whoosh’ sound I won't hear again. My voice came out in a choked whisper as I sang softly. “Rock-a-bye baby… rock-a-bye all. When daddy travels… the baby will fall…” Something inside me cracked, releasing more tears. “Rock-a-bye baby… rock-a-bye all… When mommy gets neglected… the baby will die…” I wrapped my

ASHLEY'S P.O.V~~~~~“When Lockra makes the hit we're hoping for, and you make all that crazy money, what’s the first thing you’d buy, Kel?”I scratched my arm as I asked. It was one of those rare cold winters in Austin, I was wearing Kellan's oversized woolen sweater, mismatched socks, and even gloves because our home heater broke the night before.Kellan had his sleeves rolled up despite the cold, there were tools scattered beside him as he fiddled with the old unit. “Give me a second, Ashley, I almost got it,” he mumbled.Kellan had refused to call a technician like a normal person, he said he'd fix the heater by himself. I had rolled my eyes good-naturedly and stood by, watching him prove he was a young man raised in Pleasure Grove. The ‘Do it yourself’ kind of man.Watching him with tapes and all, a tutorial video playing on his phone, it made my heart full. I didn't mind the cold, because watching him work around the house kept me warm.“What is it you were asking, Love?” He ask

ASHLEY'S P. O. VA peal of laughter slipped out from someone, it took a second to realize it was mine.My laughter.I brought a hand to my lips in stunned silence, everyone paused what they were doing, July, who was going through different dresses, Beulah's hands that were deep into a make-up box stilled, Gwendie, who had been inspecting loop earnings, halted too.Only Jackie didn't freeze, she kept on eating her sushi.“You have a beautiful laughter, Ashley,” Gwen said with a soft smile. Jackie agreed with a muffled sound.I thanked her and looked back at the mirror where my hair was in rollers, courtesy of Beulah. The girls resumed their fussing.It's been eight days since I walked out of the hospital, eight days since I lost the life that was growing inside me. I'm not better yet, but I'm getting there, all thanks to this group of girls.They are loud, wild, and a tad crazy, but real. And they've been helping me ‘Move on’Although their idea of moving on and mine were two different