All Chapters of THE EX-WIFE HE COULDN’T DESTROY : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Under the thick dark clouds that blanketed the night sky and the heavy pouring rain, Elysia dragged her bag, walking slowly with a destination in mind. Her clothes clung tightly to her skin due to how wet they were. Already half a block away from her house—or rather what is now her previous house—and what felt like forever, a faint light shone from the distance. Squinting her eyes and focusing her gaze on the source of the light, a very faint smile appeared on her face and disappeared almost as fast as it had appeared.It was the headlight of an approaching car; hopefully, it's a cab. Just as it drew closer, Elysia stretched out her hand, and thankfully, it was a cab.“Where to, ma'am?” The driver asked, turning back to stare at her. Elysia clenched her teeth to stop them from clanging, and she tried to reduce her shivering as much as she could. Meeting the driver's gaze with eyes devoid of any emotion, she told him her destination. The driver pressed his lips together and nodd

She kept staring at the letter in her hand, slowly, her hand began to shiver, her lips started to bleed as she bit her lower lips unknowingly to her. After what seemed like an eternity, she shook her head and heaved a heavy sigh that was capable of clearing a pathway. She opened the door, walked towards her room, and stared at the letter once more, but one thing was constant- her reaction. Opening the drawer slowly, she threw the letter in and walked out of the house quickly, ignoring the thought of opening the letter even when she wanted to know what was inside. Slowly, she strolled through the quiet street, leaves that had fallen the previous afternoon due to the rain crunching beneath her feet as she walked alongside the park, the gentle chirping of birds filling the air. The warm sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the sidewalk and revealing her shadow; if there was anyone with her at that moment, it was only her shadow. She made her way to the co

Seated in his car and staring out the window, he told himself he was simply watching out for her. Damon watched Elysia as she stumbled towards her door. She stared across the street but didn’t see him; she never did. “I’m only checking in. It’s for her own good.” Those were the words that Damon had told himself weeks ago, but deep down it didn’t feel like that was the case any longer. He knew her routine way better than his own. Nothing escaped his sight. She had seen his car across the street and thought it was only there by coincidence, but it wasn’t—she didn't know the car belonged to her. He remembered moments in the café where she sat quietly beside the window, staring outside with a tired look in her eyes. Also the moments when her fingers trembled on cheap paper or when she collected her cup of tea. The way she also flinched when people got too close to her. He returned his attention to the present. Not long after Elysia had made her way inside, she turned off

“It's been a lot of years,” Elysia muttered to herself, staring out through the window. It wasn't the window of the café that she was used to staring out from. It was the window of an airplane. The last three years didn't move too fast, just at a normal rate, one that Elysia had loved. A little boy sitting beside her tugged at her dress. “Mummy, will we meet Uncle Damon today?” The little boy asked with a little too much excitement in his voice. Elysia turned to face the boy, her little one, her child, she patted his head just before she answered his question. A girl the same age as the boy rushed forward and got off her seat, waiting to hear the answer. Elysia turned to face the girl, who was also her little girl, beaming with a smile. Also, she patted her on her head. “Yes, you'll see Uncle Damon in person today,” she said to the both of them, moving her gaze from one to the other. Damon was around the day she gave birth to the twins and had been for a while, b

Jake sat up as he awaited Damon's answer but it never came, and with that, he spoke up. “What could be the reason behind it?” Damon exhaled softly, shaking his head immediately their eyes met. “You know, sometimes I wonder how you don't forget a scalpel inside the body of your patient after surgery,” you could hear the disappointment in his tone. “It's so obvious man, it's staring at you right in the eye but you can't just see it,” he added but Jake was less concerned about it. “You can tell me all of this once I'm back,” his gaze was fixed on the wristwatch, but only for a while. “I have a seminar to be at once it's four.” “That man was sad, all I could see in his were…” he sighed, adjusting his tie. “Void, pain, regret.” His friend pressed his lips. “If you were to come across him again, what would you do?” Damon narrowed his gaze at that question. “The mere thought of that scares me so don't talk about it please,” it was easy to figure out that he was trying