บททั้งหมดของ Longing For My Ex-Wife: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

“Mom, I want milk!”Little Jamie threw his toy truck across the room. His small face was red with anger, and his tiny fists were balled up tightly.“I said no, Jamie,” Maya said firmly, walking over and picking up the toy. “You know milk will make you sick.”“But I want it!” Jamie screamed louder, his voice echoing through the living room.Maya knelt beside her son and tried to calm him down. “You’re allergic, sweetheart. Milk isn’t good for you. It could make your tummy hurt and make it hard for you to breathe.”Jamie didn’t understand. He was only four years old. He thought his mom was just being mean.Right then, the front door opened. Lena walked in with her usual bright smile. She wore a tight white blouse, a beige skirt, and expensive heels that clicked across the wooden floor. Her dark hair was tied neatly, and a designer handbag hung from her shoulder.Lena was Daniel’s friend who just came back from abroad and wouldn’t stop coming to the house even though Maya doesn’t like he

Maya stood by the hospital bed with tired eyes. Jamie was sitting up now, laughing and holding Lena’s hand. His cheeks were still a little pale, but he looked much better. He looked happy.“I want Auntie Lena to stay with us!” Jamie said excitedly.Maya’s body tensed. She looked at him, then at Lena, who was smiling softly. “You need rest, Jamie,” Maya said gently. “We’ll talk about this later.”Jamie pouted. “No! I want her to come home with us. Please, Mommy!”Maya opened her mouth to speak, but Daniel stepped in quickly. “It might be good for him, Maya,” he said in a calm voice. “Just for a few days. Lena’s been helpful.”Maya looked at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?”“Jamie clearly feels safe with her. That’s important right now.”Jamie held Lena’s hand tighter. “She tells me fun stories. And she makes my medicine taste like strawberry!”Maya forced a smile, though her stomach twisted. “Jamie, Mommy can take care of you too.”“But Auntie Lena’s fun!” he whined.Daniel looked

The front door opened with a soft creak.Maya stood in the hallway, her heart racing. She had waited for this moment—waited for Daniel to come home so she could finally talk to him, clear the air, and try to salvage what was left of their marriage.But the moment she saw him walk in, her heart dropped.He wasn’t alone.Daniel had one arm around Jamie and the other holding a bag of groceries. Lena followed behind them, laughing softly at something Jamie had said. The three of them looked like they belonged together—smiling, relaxed, like a happy family returning from a day out.Maya’s world felt like it stopped.Jamie was glued to Lena’s side, his tiny fingers wrapped tightly around her hand. He didn’t even glance in Maya’s direction. It was as if she didn’t exist.Something inside Maya broke.She stepped forward, her voice tight. “Daniel, we need to talk. Now.”Daniel looked surprised. “Maya—Jamie’s tired. Can’t it wait?”She shook her head. “No. It can’t.”Seeing the serious look on

Maya sat at the edge of the hospital bed, her fingers tightly clutching the blanket draped over her lap. Her cheeks were still wet from tears, her heart still heavy from the conversation she’d overheard. Every word had felt like a knife, cutting deep into her chest.She had given Daniel her trust, her love, and her life. She had raised a child with him, poured every ounce of her being into being the best mother and wife she could. And now, everything was shattered.The door creaked open, and Daniel stepped inside. His expression froze when he saw Maya sitting upright, her eyes red and swollen, her face pale and broken.“Maya…” he started, walking closer.She stood up suddenly, her legs shaking but her voice sharp. “Don’t take another step.”He froze in place. “Maya, please… let me explain.”She laughed bitterly, wiping a tear from her cheek. “Explain? What are you going to explain, Daniel? That you’ve been lying to me for years? That you let another woman—your ex—live in our home and

The morning air was still. Maya got to the end of the street, the rain has stopped. Her hand trembled slightly as she pulled the suitcase behind her, the wheels rolling over the tiled floor of the front porch.She didn’t cry. Not anymore. She had shed enough tears already.This time, she walked away with her head held high.Each step she took away from the house felt like a chain breaking. She kept reminding herself: You’re not going back. No matter what happens, don’t look back.Her heart was broken, but she was still standing.By the time she reached the city, Maya had already made her decision. She walked straight into a law firm and asked to speak to a divorce lawyer.The woman behind the desk asked gently, “Are you sure you don’t want to wait and think things through?”“No,” Maya said clearly. “I want a divorce.”She sat in the office, her fingers tightly gripping the fabric of her skirt as she explained her situation. Her voice didn’t shake. She didn’t ask for sympathy.“I don’t