Todos os capítulos de Divorced: Dear Ex It's Your Loss: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Raya," he scoffed, his gaze dropping to the divorce papers that had fallen at his feet. "So this is all about her?"He ran a frustrated hand through his raven-black hair before stepping closer to me, his presence suffocating. "I've told you several times, I had nothing to do with Raya. I haven't seen her since we got married."The world around me seemed to spin, my breath hitching in my throat. His words cut through me like a blade, not because they were unexpected, but because of how easily he lied. My legs felt weak, and for a brief moment, I thought I might collapse under the weight of it all.He had no idea.He didn’t know that I had seen him with Raya. He didn’t know that my mother had orchestrated the entire situation so flawlessly that he never suspected he would be caught.I clenched my fists, pressing them tightly against my chest in an attempt to hold myself together. "Then who is this?" I asked, my voice strained but firm.I lifted my phone, the screen glowing in the dim r

“I knew Raya was a witch, but Edward?” Vera groaned, shaking her head as we settled onto her couch. “I’m totally disappointed.”I sighed deeply, running my fingers through my tangled hair. The exhaustion in my body felt like it had seeped into my bones. I rested my head against the armrest, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I gave them the satisfaction of hurting me before, but not anymore,” I said, trying to sound strong. But my body betrayed me—I felt hollow, drained.Vera’s expression softened with sympathy. “I’m glad you divorced him.”I let out a bitter chuckle. “Me too. But why does it still feel like I lost?”Vera shifted closer and took my hand in hers. “Because you invested everything into that marriage, Juliet. You loved him. You trusted him. And they broke you in the worst way possible.” Her voice was gentle, yet firm. “But you’re not lost. You’re free.”I nodded slowly, but the tight knot in my stomach wouldn’t ease. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Edward’s cold expressi

The sea of guests parted like the Red Sea, making way for two women who strode toward us with a regal air. My pulse quickened, my breath catching the moment I saw her.My mother.Her familiar high cheekbones and sharp eyes scanned the scene before landing on me. A flicker of shock flashed across her face before it quickly morphed into something colder."Juliet?" Her voice held the slightest edge of disbelief, as if she hadn't expected to ever lay eyes on me again.Raya wasted no time. She stepped forward, flipping her hair dramatically. "Can you believe this?" she said, gesturing toward me with a scoff. "After years of silence, she just waltzes in here, pretending to be someone she’s not. I guess some habits never die."My mother’s expression twisted into something unreadable. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice clipped. "Were you even invited?"A fresh wave of whispers surged through the crowd. My nails dug into my palm."Do I need an invitation to attend my party?" I cou

•Edward POV•I stood in the midst of the cheering crowd, my hands clenching into fists as applause thundered through the grand hall. My gaze followed Juliet as she gracefully walked off the stage, her presence commanding respect, admiration—everything I once believed she could never achieve.This can’t be real. How did she become so successful?Memories of the past clawed their way into my mind, unbidden and relentless. I remembered the day she handed me the divorce papers. She had nothing then, no wealth, no status, no prospects. Just a woman with a suitcase, stepping into a battered old cab, vanishing from my life like a whisper in the wind. And now? Now, she was standing on that stage, being celebrated as a CEO. The thought sliced through me like a blade, sharper than I cared to admit.I watched her, hoping she would glance my way, acknowledge me, even if only for a second. But she didn’t. Her focus was solely on the little boy at her side, his laughter ringing through the air like

•Edward's POV•I didn’t realize when I changed direction from heading home to pulling up at a bar, one of the places I usually found myself in whenever I struggled with my feelings for Raya and tried to ignore Juliet’s pestering behavior.But now, it felt as if I had made the biggest mistake of my life by not loving Juliet first. I needed to clear my mind, and I could really use some loud music and liquor.With a sharp exhale, I shut off the engine and pushed open the car door, stepping out into the dimly lit street. The neon sign above the bar flickered, casting an eerie glow against the damp pavement. The muffled sound of music and laughter seeped through the wooden doors, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me.I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked in.As expected, the place had the same worn-out feel, booming music, the stale scent of liquor mixed with cigarette smoke, and a handful of patrons hunched over their drinks, lost in their own miseries. It was almost com