Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

V A L E R I A“Where's that crazy bitch? I want to see her now!” I heard her voice through the hallway; having learned to tell how far a person is by voice, I knew she was near, so I quickly shoved the photo under the small mattress and wiped my tears.“Here we go again,” I whispered to myself, embracing the pain that was sure to come. “Just an hour, Val. Then a shower, and you'll be fine.”I didn't get a chance to properly position myself on the mattress as the door flew open, and there came in the two nurses and, of course, her.I was looking down but knew it was them. Yes, it was twelve. I saw the time on the clock earlier. She always came around this time. It was lunch, even when she sat around in that office doing nothing, she still stuck to coming at a certain time to fool everyone that she was a busy woman.“Oh,” I heard her make a pitiful sound. She was now close to me; I could smell her perfume. Well, I didn't dare look up to confirm, as I knew that would earn me a slap, and

I swear, I didn’t even know where to start — was I supposed to beg for my life or ask for forgiveness for losing his baby, since he was so ecstatic when we found out? Or maybe he would ask me to sign the papers, too?I shifted uncomfortably at the thought. He still hasn't said a word, just silently staring at me since they left us alone.Okay, this wasn't helping. I surely had to do something now. I mean, if no one gave a shit about me, at least he should, considering the sacrifices I made for him. I was his wife, for God's sake.We were going to have a baby if not for the unfortunate incident.He, of all people, should know what kind of person I was and that I didn't deserve this.“Rodrigo.” I called his name in a very low tone, not sure of his response, “I… I'm not crazy, I swear I'm–”“Watch this.” He cut me, and before I could respond, he had his phone screen in my face, which played a video of my son, Anthony—well, their son, but I'm the one who raised him, so he was mine too.No

I used to beg them not to do it in the past days; I even used to threaten that my husband would deal with them, that he ran Atlanta, but after today I think that would be a waste of my breath, especially after he showed up today and showed interest in their boss, Aaliyah.“Calm, obedience, or memory reset?” One of them asked, playing with the remote control.“We can't use a memory reset for now; remember what Ms. Aaliyah said?”“Oh, she won’t sign if she loses her memory now. Okay, let’s do obedience.” She answered the other, who now moved the plugs from my temples to my back.“Bitch, you're not going to beg for your life?” The other asked, maybe they were used to my begging, but I didn't have it in me today.“It's not like we will listen, but it's what makes this whole experience more fun.” The other admitted, and I just closed my eyes and waited for it to be over.“I don't like this.”“What?”“She's being rude, and she is a nobody to be rude to us.”“You're right, I also want to hit

I inwardly cursed as I struggled to remove the IV from my wrist. Shit, this was hard, but if I needed to save myself now, I had to get out of this hospital.I was still struggling when I heard the clearing of throats, not one but two, and so without stopping, I looked in the direction it came from, and it was the director and his wife; they were just staring at me without any comments.“I think you need a nurse to help with that.” The woman said, and I almost cursed her, as how could I call for a nurse when I'm locked here? But I remembered her husband was the only person who could help me, so I stopped, nodded my head, and kindly asked her if she could get me a nurse.“I need to get home.”“Home?”“Yes, anything wrong?” Like, why did she sound like that?“Um, I don't mean to rub salt in your wound, but my husband told me about the incident. If your sister did that, then imagine what she would do when she sees you.”“I don't care about that; my accounts are frozen, I'm pregnant, and I

The beeping sound of machines was tormenting, with the smell of disinfectant accompanying it. I quickly figured I was in a hospital.I tried to figure out when I got here and how when I felt a hand gently caressing mine, it was rough, comforting, and weirdly familiar. I shot my eyes open and was met with the white ceiling. I sat up and quickly turned to my right since that's the hand that was caressed.“You're awake, get the doctor, she's awake!” He weirdly sounded worried.Yes, it was Rodrigo, my husband, well, soon-to-be ex-husband.I shouldn't have, but I was strangely glad.“Don't worry, the doctor will come and check on you now; just stay calm, okay?” He said, still not leaving my hand, which made me look down at it.Was I in heaven? Because the last thing I remember was him asking for a divorce.“I'm sorry, Val, I'm truly sorry.”“Huh?” I was so confused right now.“I saw the papers. God, I shouldn't have known she tricked me.”“I—”“No, you don't have to say anything, Val. I wi