Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too Late, Ex-husband : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Not again! It had to be right this time.Violet cupped her palms together, her eyes shut as she muttered every word of prayer. Sitting in the Doctor's office, she tapped her feet rapidly on the floor, her nerves tingling with anxiousness.As if this was the purpose of her existence, every day she stood on tenterhooks. Violet was losing patience, and so was her husband, Clyde.Many times he tried to hide it, masking his worry with indifference. Yet, it was always evident in his demeanor whenever they spoke about having a baby. “If you were a researcher, Mrs. Crawford, I bet you'd endure decades for a single breakthrough.”The Doctor's words jolted her out of her thoughts. Violet stiffened, her heart skipping a beat, anticipation and nervousness filling up her chest. “W- What do you mean?” Her voice came out as a soft whisper as she rose to her feet, studying the middle-aged man's expression. But the Doctor was all smiles. Violet had never seen him so happy.“Mrs. Crawford, con

…In The Evening.Clyde returned to the Villa, the stillness in the atmosphere unsettling.Violet would normally receive him at the door.Where was she? For the first time in three years, the doorway was empty, the doors shut in fact. Strange!Clyde knocked, and a maid opened the doors instead. “Welcome home, Mr. Crawford.”Clyde wasn't listening to her greeting, his gaze traveling into the empty living room. Violet wasn't there. He walked past the maid, who scurried after him, her eyes darting around rapidly. “Mr. Crawford…” She stopped him, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Actually, we've run out of birth control pills. There's none to put inside Mrs. Crawford's dinner for tonight.”Violet's absence was more disturbing than the finished pills. Clyde frowned. “Where's she?”“Mrs. Crawford might be sleeping upstairs.” The maid scratched her head as if unsure of her own words. “She complained of a stomach ache in the morning.”Stomach ache?Violet rarely got sick!That was impo

Violet stilled, her heartbeat pausing for a second.As if an iced water had been poured over her, she shuddered. The same reaction over and over again. She'd always experience this shock, then dread whenever her daughter announced such a statement.The echoes of Mimi's tiny shoes on the floor jolted Violet to the present. Eyes shining happily like a million stars, Mimi jumped onto her lap and stared at her eagerly. “Mummy, believe me this time. I found my true Daddy!”In her little voice was a firm resolve that sent Violet's heart racing. Sigh!Why was she apprehensive when her daughter was always fond of this little drama?“What are you saying, Mimi?” Asher reached forward to pat her hair. “Your Daddy's right here…” He pointed towards himself. “... Me.” “Hold it, Uncle Asher.” Folding her chubby arms across her chest, Mimi gave him a pointed look. “If you were my Daddy, you'd have red hair.”Asher touched his hair. “Well, you don't have red hair either.”“That's the point.” Mimi

~Her Mummy!Where did this little girl come from?Where were her parents?She clung onto him like a koala, calling him foreign names he'd never heard of. Her Daddy. What the hell…“You'd better follow me to my Mummy right now,” the little girl added, her strength surprising Clyde as she pulled his legs. How funny!“Come on, Daddy-”“No!” Clyde repeated. “I'm not your father.”Then he noticed the stains on his pants. The little girl's hands must have come in contact with sand before she approached him.Sighting the dust on his pants, Clyde's frustration turned into annoyance. He moved his leg, shaking her off in the process.“Ouch!” The little girl landed butt-first on the sand. Shocked for a second, her eyes were wide before they watered up, gathering a pool of tears. She sniffled rapidly before her loud wails echoed in the area.Clyde's demeanor wavered, a guilty feeling kicking in. At the sight of the little girl crying, something tugged at his heartstrings.Strange! He pi

So soon.Clyde showed his true nature to Mimi.The heartless man wouldn't spare even a little girl. Violet left the bedroom, coming outside to see her daughter's eyes puffy with tears. Her dress was dusty. She must have come in contact with sand. Anger mixed with pain clutched her heart. Squatting down, Violet drew Mimi into her embrace. “It's okay. Mummy's here.”But Freya found the situation funny. Standing up, she laughed. “Is it the Daddy you wouldn't shut up about since yesterday?”Mimi sniffled. “He's a meanie.”She wrapped her chubby arms around Violet, burying her head in her neck. Her tiny voice, mixed with sobs and sadness echoed in the hallway. “Mummy, why did Daddy push me away? I put on my best dress… I look prettier today, don't I, Mummy?”“Of course, Baby.” Violet sighed inside. Clyde didn't know…Still, how could he be so heartless to his own daughter?He could at least pretend to be nice by not pushing the little girl away. Where were his manners? How sad tha