All Chapters of Dear Ex Husband, You Lose!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Thomas grabbed the blankets and covered himself up as he attempted to splutter some stupid excuses while the woman he had been thrusting into sat up with a huge smirk on her face, she tossed her hair over her shoulders and didn’t even bother to hide the fact that she enjoyed seeing Delia catch them out. “Delia. Please. It’s not what it looks like.” He clumsily fell to the floor as he tried to pull his pants up. “Do you think that I’m stupid or blind? I can see myself what’s going on here,” Delia growled at him and clenched her fists angrily. She didn’t want to cry and give them the satisfaction of seeing her hurt by their disgusting actions. “Oh, darling. My love, let’s not hide away so shamefully any longer. We need to give her some dignity.” The blonde woman suddenly stood up and pulled her clothes back on. Delia turned to the woman and wanted to punch her in the face but she didn’t dare move from her spot. She recognised her from somewhere but couldn’t put a name to her

Delia stared at her phone and growled crossly as he had the nerve to try and ring her after everything that he had done. Didn’t he realise how much pain that he had caused her? They were supposed to be happy, she had loved that man with every ounce of her being. She had been faithful and waited on him hand and foot, and this is how he had repaid her? Did Thomas not respect his wife enough to be loyal back? “I’m here for you, Delia. Don’t let that bitch and that cheating scumbag get you down. They aren’t worth it.” Her best friend reached across the table and said firmly. Looking up at her best friend, Delia smiled a little. She knew that her friends was right but it was hard. She thought of how only a couple of hours ago she had been excited to tell Thomas he would soon be a father but it turned out he was already going to be a father to his secretary’s unborn child. “Delia, what are you going to do?” She asked softly. Delia drew in a breath and placed her hands on the table.

As Delia drove away from the house, the wheels of her car seemed to hum a gentle melody, each mile a steady heartbeat that echoed the pulse of her newfound freedom. The world around her transformed, like a watercolor painting slowly coming into focus, as the surrealness of her situation began to wear off. The road ahead stretched out before her, a serpentine path that unwound into the unknown, and Delia felt an inexplicable sense of liberation wash over her. It was as if each mile was a layer peeling away from the cocoon of her former life, revealing a new, unblemished self beneath. The wind whipped through her hair, carrying the whispers of her hopes and dreams on its gentle breeze. Delia could almost hear the soft murmurs of her own heart, beating in time with the rush of the wind, as the promise of new possibilities whispered against her skin like a lover's caress. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, like standing at the edge of a great precipice, with the unkno

Delia walked down the dimly lit hallway of her apartment, the suitcase rolling smoothly behind her, but her mind was racing. Doubts flickered through her thoughts like shadows, but she pushed them aside. She focused on the plan forming in her mind: a temporary retreat, a space where she could gather herself and think about the future without Thomas's influence. Reaching the front door, she paused for a moment, hand resting on the cold doorknob. Memories flooded her mind: the laughter shared over late-night snacks, the soft kisses goodnight. But they were punctuated by the harsh reality of betrayal, like jagged glass cutting through the sweetness. “Not now,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head as if to dispel the visions. Taking a deep breath, Delia swung the door open and stepped into the crisp air. The late afternoon sun bathed her in gold, momentarily casting away the shadows of doubt. Each step down the stairs felt like a liberating act; she was leaving behind not jus

As dawn broke, casting a soft golden glow over the hotel room, Delia stirred awake to the sounds of the city slowly coming to life. The morning light felt different this day; it wasn’t just light filtering through the window, it was a promise of hope and a fresh start. Mia was still curled up on the couch, her gentle breathing a reminder that she wasn’t alone in this transformation. Delia took a moment, lying in bed, to gather her thoughts. Today was the day she would reach out to her parents, the day she would finally share her truth. After stretching and shaking off the remnants of sleep, Delia quietly navigated her way to the small kitchenette, brewing a pot of coffee. As the aroma filled the air, she felt a wave of determination wash over her. Gathering her courage, she decided to write down her thoughts — a letter to her parents that she could read aloud during the call. With a pen in hand and a notepad set before her, she began to write: “Dear Mom and Dad, I kno