All Chapters of THE EX - WIFE'S RECKONING : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The devil doesn't bargain. He only steals it all.At first, it was a rosy, sweet fragrance, then it all turned into flames. Life has been nothing short of sweet bitterness.One time, she was jumping everywhere, living the best life, and the next moment came the wilderness. Nothing was darker than the pure torture she had been subjected to; finally, even the dark charcoal glistens when a source of light flashes on it. But for Naomi's everyday? Nothing was exciting. Nothing.She had cried herself to sleep on the wheelchair she had been depending solely on for support, since Clara is under close watch by a good Samaritan who found her by the roadside, halfway between life and death.Like he had narrated earlier, he couldn't just drive past a woman in that perturbing state, regardless of the risk of losing his license to practice medicine.The door slammed, and Naomi jerked from her sleep.“My bad. I didn't mean to disrupt your good sleep, T.C.” A rough but sweet tenor voice apologised, w

AUTHOR’S POV:Sometimes, we never know how much we need the sun till it's burning low. Till darkness covers, leaving every nook and cranny of our insides numb like nothingness. Creating an endless vacuum that nothing can fill.This is not about the sun, you know.BACK TO OUR STORY!“This is the most crappy risk I am about taking for a woman who can not move a spec dust for me if I were to be in her shoes.” Naomi breathed, heaving heavily.“I don't understand how your mom… I mean, like, I.. I..” raises both shoulders, alongside her hands, holding her bare palms facing the ceiling.“Okay, this sounds insensitive, but why would you allow anyone to reach your line over the phone? You could be tracked down easily.” Clara said, looking away, feeling a little uneasy with her complaint, which only came from a place of concern.“My documents are interconnected to that mobile line. I can't easily…” Heaves heavily, then lowers her voice to continue.“I'm sorry, Naomi. I didn't mean to trigger yo

“Believing this is a little too uneasy. I can't bring myself to a place of accepting what you have just said, girl. Are you sure about this?”Naomi hesitated to say a word. She ran her fingers on her palm, massaging it carefully, right at the bandaged spot where she had sustained injury the previous day while cleaning up broken pieces of glasses that were shattered on the floor.She let out a heavy heave. “Like I said. My biological mother can do anything for the pay,” she said casually. Then added. “It's a boy.” Clara raised her eyebrow, which was accompanied by one side of her lips. Then she separated her lips to say:“Miss Poetry, can you hit the nail wherever you want to?”“What don't you get? Natasha just birthed another arrogant blood.”“Ou!!” Clara gasped in awe. But soon, her face dropped as she noticed the frailty of dissatisfaction boldly spelt across Naomi's face.“Just cry all you want tonight, I won't lift an arm to wipe those crocodile tears. I need my sanity, too.”Na

Four days whirled past, yet, no response from Jay Cobbs. Each time she dialled the numbers on the card, she only got one ‘not available’ response. Then she resolved to send an email. Like a curse, her email inbox, spam, primary, etc., remains dried like the sand in the desert, and cold like her heart was since the last time she sent that email.She kept tapping on the headboard while the body was sprawled on the body carelessly. Her eyes were dry as though they were going to crack anytime soon.“I'm not moved. I've seen more terrible times like this.”She muffled to herself, bringing her left fingers to her hair, caressing a bulk of strands.She chuckled and continued. “An ice cream treat after a meeting with delusional Damian wouldn't be bad. Now, I'll be sure I have nothing left on me.” She ran her hands to the other end of the bed’s headboard and grabbed her phone, brought it to her face, swiped it open and made for her archived messages box.OLD OLL REFINERY, 20:00 GMT“Hahaha, Da

The glaring sun glistened on the surface of the anklet on her left leg, on the visible part of her round legs. Her black skirt, which went a little below her knee, hugged her thigh perfectly, same with the white long-sleeved shirt, leaving her curves vulnerable to the eyes. Her blonde hair sat across her shoulders, glittering at each step she made. The sun greeted her face just before she stepped into the DV's House entrance. As she walked in, her flat heels shoes left no trace of her presence, yet every eye converged to her spot. Her fragrance had made a loud announcement to every nostril, far and near, without saying a word.A few more steps, and she's standing right before the receptionist with a beaming smile that infected the receptionist as well. Before now, she had sworn to remain uptight with every worker in that place to create a barrier that would lead no flesh into the skeleton she had been breeding in her cupboard.“Good morning, Madam.” She beckoned, throwing a harmles