Semua Bab Once My Wife, Now the Woman I Watch on Forbes: Bab 1 - Bab 5

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