Leave Me, Dear Ex-husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

IsabelleI had been walking for so long, mind blank, my vision blurred with tears. I had no direction in mind but somehow, I found myself in the park. Cold seeped through my buttocks as I collapsed onto a steel bench.My mind reeled with unchecked thoughts but I snapped back to reality at the excited chatter of children playing a few inches away. My eyes glistened as I watched them for a heartbeat, their happiness, a sharp contrast to my emotional turmoil.My mind wandered to the day Jason proposed. It was right here in the park. He knelt, slipping a diamond ring onto my finger and gazing at me with so much passion that I melted. Into his arms. His kiss. His stormy eyes filled with love as he promised forever.Forever. What a cruel joke.My heart shattered into pieces at the memory. My chest felt tight, making it difficult to breathe. I rose too quickly, almost losing my balance, my arms flailing. My cheeks flushed and I looked around but I found no one staring.I started in the direc

Isabelle I knocked on the apartment door. An elderly woman peered out, squinting through glasses perched low on her nose. Her eyes narrowed slightly before she opened the door wider. “Good morning, ma’am,” I said with a smile, stepping in. “Hmph,” she grunted. “You’re…” She glanced at a silver watch that clung to her thin wrist. “You’re three minutes late.” My lips parted slightly in shock. Three minutes? I bowed slightly. “I apologize for my tardiness, ma’am.” She grunted again—maybe this time it meant I was forgiven. She turned at once, expecting me to follow. We passed through a dim passage into a sitting room that looked really archaic. “Start here, young lady” she pointed to a flower vase beside the television. “Don’t break that vase. It costs more than your entire life.” I bit down on my tongue, biting back a retort on impulse. “Understood, ma’am.” I said, instead. She watched me like a hawk as I picked up a rag to begin dusting the vase. “Not like that,” she snappe

Jason My phone buzzed again, pulling me out of my thoughts.I picked the phone, staring the screen as my father's name flashed across it. Six missed calls. Seven. I smacked the phone face-down on my desk without answering.Father could wait. The company's executives could wait. The meeting could wait for all I cared.I sat in my office on the ninth floor, looking down on the city beneath me. The morning sun swept in through glass windows, casting shadows across my mahogany desk. The polished surface glinted in the sunlight.My secretary's voice came through the intercom. "Mr. Blackwood, your father—"I pressed the button, cutting her off. "Tell him I'm busy"Her tone was laced with anxiousness. "Sir, he's been calling all morning. He seems–""I said I'm busy." My tone held a sharp edge.The line went silent for a heartbeat. "YUnderstood, sir."I leaned back in my chair, running my hand over my face. The stubble was rough. I couldn't remember the last time I shaved. The days blurred

Isabelle I stood in front of the apartment door, my skin pale from a short hike from the main road into the street, under the scorching sun.Just answer the door please.A man opened it after what seemed like eternity. He was tall, with a face that said do-not-mess-with-me. His eyes raked over me as though I barged into his property."You here about the apartment?" he asked, in a lazy tone."Yes, I'm the one who called yesterday," I said, keeping my voice steady. "I'd like to see it."He stepped aside without welcoming me inside. The apartment was small but clean. One bedroom, a living room that barely fit a couch, a kitchen you could touch both walls from if you stretched your arms. Well, great."It's cool," I said, looking around. My voice sounded fake even to me. "What's the rent?""Three thousand a month," he said, leaning against the doorframe."What? A three thousand? For a one-bedroom?" I tried to keep the panic out of my voice. I'm pretty sure I failed because my face reflect

Isabelle My heart thumped in my chest as I was descending onto the ground with flailing arms, trying to find balance. But I bet gravity was set to frustrate me.I could only watch myself as my face collided with the hard floor and searing pain exploded through my body. Then, everything went pitch black.Weird noises boomed in my head, the building rotating over me as if it'd collapse the next moment. A headache threatened to split my head in half. Every inch of my body protested as I tried to lift myself and I slumped onto the cold floor again. What was happening to me?I struggled to rise, hands pressed hard onto the floor, belly raised above the ground, as I pushed up the rest of my body. My teeth ground so hard that I thought they might break. When I was standing finally, I stretched out my arms searching for something to hold onto. The toilet door loomed over my face. The next moment, I pulled the door handle and staggered into it, sinking onto the toilet seat immediately.After