Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love me back, Ex-Wife: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"Bri? It's Ethan. He's cheated again." Her friend's voice came through. This wasn't the first time it was happening. Brielle sat still on the couch, surrounded by silence and loneliness, and her only source of light was the candles on the table. "It's all over the news this time around, Bri. Are you sure you still want to be with him? With a man that humiliates and disrespects you every damn time?" The frustration in her friend's voice was evident. With trembling hands, Brielle took her phone away from her ear to stare at the breaking news, and just as Luna had mentioned, the headlines were all about her husband. "BILLIONAIRE CEO KISSES YOUNG MODEL ON BROOKLYN STREET- LOVE IS IN THE AIR BETWEEN ETHAN RAYNE AND REINA FALLON." The picture was vivid..too vivid. Her husband, whom she had been married to for two years, was locked in a heated kiss with a younger woman whom she had never seen before, at least not before now. Their pictures were on every page, and they were even named t

“Your wedding anniversary, Sir. It was yesterday.” Frederick answered cautiously.Ethan was lost for words. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a strange feeling in his chest. He had totally forgotten.He leaned back in his chair with a slight sigh. It all made sense now, the fancy meal, her awkward silence.Ethan didn’t like the idea of changing. Brielle had always been there for him from the moment they were together. She would not abandon him like that; maybe she just tried to make a point, hoping he would pay more attention to her so he didn't mind being the bigger person this time.“Cancel my evening meetings. I'll be heading home early.” Ethan added while rubbing his temple.***Later that evening, Ethan stayed true to his words and left work earlier than usual.It wasn't a form of apology. He didn't like loose ends.He entered the house, expecting the usual busyness he returned to every evening. Instead, he was met with darkness, piercing silence. The lights were off, and t

Brielle tied her apron and brushed a stray curl behind her ear, trying to put everything about her personal life behind her and focus on her work. However, it was not an easy day for her. "Private Room Four sent the steak back, saying it was overcooked." The waitress returned with the dish, reporting with an awkward wince. "It couldn't be." Brielle frowned while checking, and she was sure it was correctly grilled. Brielle cooked another one, which was returned as quickly as it was sent out. "Room Four returned it again. She said it was definitely not what she wanted." Brielle pressed the steak a little and did not doubt that the steak was cooked, just as the customer asked. She didn't know why the customer insisted it was wrong, but she took a deep breath and started another one, ensuring it was perfect. It took much longer than the last two times for the waitress to return. Just when Brielle thought the customer was finally satisfied with the steak, she saw the face of

"Your wife didn't accept the presents, Sir," Frederick answered in a shaky voice. Ethan gritted his teeth but said nothing, only seething in anger. After a few moments, Frederick broke the silence, choosing hus and words wisely to avoid upsetting Ethan. "Do I still need to apply for the private jet to Majorca island?" He asked. Ethan had prepared it as a present for Brielle since she had always wanted to go there. "Obviously not! Don't ask me stupid questions." Ethan sneered and ended the call angrily. He threw the phone across the room angrily. He couldn't believe that Brielle was still making things hard for him despite his many attempts to apologize. He had shown his sincerity to her, so what more did she want? Ethan tapped his feet impatiently on the hard floor, deciding to take matters into his own hands. "You can run, but you can't hide, Brielle." He said, making his way to his phone. He knew that there was only one place she could be in, so he headed there. ****

Looking at the signed paper, many mixed feelings were crushed over Brielle. This should've been a moment of satisfaction for Brielle. Yet, her mind was clouded with thoughts she had tried to avoid. She didn't want to dwell on how the divorce might affect both of their families, but the weight of it began creeping in. She hadn't considered them until now. Convincing both families wouldn't be easy, but she pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present. She knew she couldn't stay with Ella forever. Ella wouldn't mind, of course, but Brielle didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Eventually, she'd need her own place. That would take time, though, so for now, she decided to stay in a hotel during the transition. As she walked into the grand building, the receptionist greeted her warmly. "Good day, Ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" Brielle smiled sadly and shook her head. "I don't." "Oh." The receptionist nodded, her friendly smile still plastered to her face. "Well t