All Chapters of Once My Wife, Now the Woman I Watch on Forbes: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EUNICE’S POV I was genuinely surprised when David told me to meet him at the restaurant. I wasn’t told it was a group dinner or rather, a family show. And definitely not one where I’d be the outsider.He didn’t say much in the message. Just the name of the place, time, and “See you there.” No “Hey babe,” no “Looking forward to seeing you.” Still, I came. Maybe because I was still holding onto the idea that I was his wife… or maybe I just didn’t want to admit I felt forgotten.As I walked into the restaurant, I immediately spotted them. David. His mother, Glenda. And of all people… Lizzy, his secretary. The three of them were already seated, laughing like old friends, glasses raised, plates half-touched. I hesitated for a second, feeling like I had just walked into someone else’s celebration.David looked up and nodded casually. “Oh… Eunice, you’re here.”I gave a small smile and joined the table, slipping into the empty seat beside Glenda. She didn’t greet me. Not even a nod.“You’r

Eunice’s POVI thought David cared. I really did. After everything we had built together, the dreams we whispered in the dark, the nights we stayed up talking about the future, the promises sealed with kisses. I believed he would always be on my side. I thought I had married a partner, a friend, someone who would defend me even when I was wrong and protect me when I was hurting.But I was wrong. Completely wrong.Lately, it felt like I was sharing a house with a stranger. His eyes no longer lingered on me. His voice, once soft with affection, had become clipped, impatient. And when I needed him most… tonight, broken and bleeding, trembling from what I had just discovered he looked at me like I was nothing but a disruption in his schedule. Like I was wasting time he could have spent with her.I saw it in his eyes. Not even a flicker of concern. Just… cold indifference.How did we get here? How did the man who used to write love notes on sticky paper now walk past me like a wall?“I

David's POVNow I fully understand why Uncle Benard couldn’t wait to get out of the house the moment my mother’s friends showed up. The air had barely settled when Catherine and Myer walked in, their voices already filling the living room with chatter and laughter. Uncle Benard, who had been seated quietly in the corner, immediately grew restless. He shifted in his seat, cleared his throat a few times, and avoided eye contact with anyone.He was never comfortable around women when they gathered like that, especially not the kind who talked endlessly about people, relationships, and things that didn’t concern him. It wasn’t just disinterest; it drained him. Uncle Benard was the quiet type, someone who found peace in silence, who preferred a book and a glass of water over loud conversations and gossip.So the moment he saw the crowd forming and heard the rising pitch of their voices, he stood up abruptly.“I just remembered I have something to attend to,” he said quickly, avoiding eve

Eunice POV Two days later, I sat quietly on the couch, sipping lukewarm tea when I heard the familiar chime of a new email. I reached for my phone slowly, not expecting much, but when I opened the inbox and saw the sender's name, my breath caught.It was from Barrister Charles."Subject: Divorce Documents Ready."I stared at it for a second, then clicked it open. The documents were attached, waiting for my signature. My heart beat faster out of relief. A part of me whispered, Finally.This was the time to take action.I stood up, changed into something decent, pulled my hair into a low ponytail, and grabbed my bag. Then I picked up the printed divorce papers I had requested as backup, holding them like armor.I boarded a cab headed straight for David's office. As we drove through the city, I saw something that twisted the knife deeper. A young couple was sitting on a bench by the roadside, holding hands and laughing. Real laughter. They looked at each other like nothing else existed

David's POVI walked into the house that evening with my chest high and my mind firm. I was ready to prove something to Eunice. I had made up my mind. I was going to show her that I was still the man she married… the man who had everything under control.But the moment I stepped into our bedroom, something felt wrong.It hit me before I even turned on the light,the silence. The kind that hums in your ears and wraps around your chest. The room felt cold. Not just from the air, but from the emptiness. There was no scent of her usual vanilla perfume. No soft music playing in the background. Just stillness… and a strange emptiness that made my heart pound.I turned on the light and froze.Her side of the closet was empty. Completely. Her gowns, blouses, scarves all gone. I opened a few drawers. Not even her socks were there. Her shoes were missing too. The same ones she wore to church, to the market… gone. Even her little red hairbrush that always sat on the dresser was missing.But on