บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex Husband, You Lose!: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Thomas. CEO of Thompson Innovations, a leading tech company renowned for its groundbreaking work in artificial intelligence and sustainable energy solutions, sat behind his sleek mahogany desk, staring out at the sprawling city skyline. The morning sunlight streamed through the expansive windows, illuminating awards and accolades that adorned the walls of his office, but today, the accomplishments felt hollow. Instead of reveling in business success, his mind drifted to more personal matters, particularly thoughts of Delia—the woman he had betrayed. The memory of their last conversation weighed heavily on him. He could still hear the heartbreak in her voice, could still feel her disappointment—the moment he realized he had jeopardized everything worthwhile. Regret gnawed at him, a constant companion that refused to fade, especially now that Delia meant more to him than ever. As he scrolled through emails, desperately trying to refocus on quarterly reports and strategic planning,

Delia stood in the bustling airport terminal, the cacophony of announcements and travellers melding into a disorienting symphony that echoed off the high ceilings. Overhead, the departure screens flickered with the names of destinations, cities she had once dreamed of exploring with Thomas by her side. But this departure was not fueled by excitement or adventure; this was a journey born from desperation, a flight away from the heartache and betrayal that clung to her like a shadow. Beside her, Mia was lost in her phone, scrolling through social media with a relaxed expression. Delia envied her friend's seemingly carefree nature. After the whirlwind of emotions and turmoil in her life, she longed for that kind of ease. Their trip back to Delia's childhood home was meant to offer an escape, a chance to reconnect and find solace among the familiar comforts of her parent’s house. But there was a lingering heaviness in Delia’s chest that she couldn’t shake. As they approached the gat

“I’m glad to hear that. He an absolute loser.” Mia’s eyes widened with admiration. “That’s the spirit! It’s about time you took charge.” Delia felt a surge of confidence at Mia’s words. This was no longer about Thomas—this was about her reclaiming her life, her happiness, and her future. Sure, the road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, she felt ready to navigate it on her own terms. As the plane climbed higher, leaving behind the familiar skyline, Delia let her mind drift. “You know,” she began, her fingers subconsciously tracing over the fabric of her seat, “for a long time, I thought I needed Thomas to complete my life. But now I see how wrong I was.” “Absolutely,” Mia encouraged, her enthusiasm infectious. “You’re strong, Delia, and you’ve got so much ahead of you. Taking this step is just the beginning.” A smile spread across Delia’s face as she settled deeper into her seat. The impending divorce no longer felt like an insurmountable weight; in

Thomas felt his heart race as he read Samantha's words, the chilling threat wrapping around him like a vice. In that moment, the weight of his predicament bore down on him even harder, the division between Delia and Samantha implying a conflict that had escalated beyond what he had ever envisioned. Samantha’s warning echoed ominously in his mind. The flippancy with which he had approached his infidelity had ill-prepared him for the emotional storm he now faced, and he couldn’t help but feel he was in over his head. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety threatening to spill over, but the anger he felt toward Samantha was quickly replaced by dread. “Why can’t you just let me go?” he muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as if that would somehow release the pressure building in his chest. Suddenly, he thought of Delia. If he hoped to repair their relationship, he had to get his act together. But how could he face her with the truth? Ea

The drive home was silent except for the hum of the engine and the occasional soft sigh from Samantha. Fiona kept her eyes on the road, her hands steady but her mind racing with concern. The city lights blurred past as Samantha stared out the window, her thoughts a whirlwind of doubt, hope, and determination. When they finally pulled into the driveway of Fiona’s cozy apartment, Samantha hesitated before opening the door. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for what came next. “Come on in,” Fiona said gently, guiding her inside. “You need to rest. I’ll get you some water and maybe a snack.” Samantha nodded, her body feeling heavy and drained. She sank onto the couch, clutching her belly protectively. Her mind replayed the conversation with Fiona, the image of Thomas walking away, and the ache of betrayal. Fiona returned with a glass of water and a small bowl of fruit, setting them down on the coffee table. She sat beside Samantha, her expression serious but caring. “You