บททั้งหมดของ SHE SIGNED THE DIVORCE NOW SHE REGRETS: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Xurion's POV I let out a long, deep sigh, standing at the entrance of the house that I had left for a few days.The thoughts of being back here though it was temporary made my scalp itch in frustration.My fingers combed through my hair like it could rake off the thoughts in my head.The surrounding was quiet and calm, not like it was always lousy—but somehow, expecting a victory party after I was gone wasn't cruel to ask.I watched the door bell like I had a grudge against it. Contemplating ringing it like it could sting me if I touched it.I didn't want to be here.Is this disgust I'm feeling about seeing Circe again?Maybe I shouldn't have come. Because standing at the foot of the same house that was once a hell for me made my heart rip. And the painful memories didn't even care to beep a warning before it rammed into my memory fogging me up there.Slowly, against my heart, I found my index finger raising to the door bell and I rang it.Sighing, I ducked my hands into my pockets a

Xurion's POV I watched Selina simply as she spat.She didn't even mind that I heard. Or maybe that was how exactly she planned it.“Why is he here? Don't tell me you guys are still together.” Selina's make-up smudged her face heavily but it still didn't hide the deep strokes of bitterness that veined her face.Georgina dragged out a devilish laugh, her heels knocking on the floor as she joined Selina, her black hair packed up in their usual girlish things. I don't know the different hairstyles they call it but I noticed that the two girls had their hair styled differently unlike Circe's who's hair is let down.Georgina's long tongue seethed out like a serpent’s, “ Look who's here.” She sang, eyeing me like she's looking for where to strike, “ Circe's plaything sure looks good on a paid suit, doesn't he?”Shifting my eyes off them, I looked into the space, at the decorations that hung all over the place, from balloons to banners, lights to the decorated Christmas tree.Not like I hadn

Xurion's POV Selina gasped, rescuing my phone. Or maybe the picture.“What the hell has come over you, Xurion?”“It's just a kiss, man,” Drayton chuckled and his lips remained curved in a grin.Circe had just let Drayton kiss her. She always turned her face away from me. The one time she'd ever let me kiss her was on our wedding day.But now she didn't even flinch when Drayton kissed her.I thought it meant nothing since it was just a kiss and I already divorced her.But loving someone this deep was not passion anymore. It was a knife against my throat. And the hand holding the knife? They are mine.“Is he gonna cry?” Georgina laughed and pointed scornful fingers.“ Suck it up man,” Caspian hauled out a dry guffaw, throwing his head back, “ They are both in love and we all know that.”“ Are they?” I asked, turning to look at Drayton, my gaze straight and hard, “ Tell me how selfish you are without saying a word, Caspian. You lull your own sister into falling back for her ex-boyfrie

Xurion's POV “I’m going to rewrite my name again.”I don't have to be called what's convenient to Circe again. Like househusband, good-for-nothing, jealous, petty, lazy, useless and more piercing narratives I don't want to remember.Even as I walk away from this house where I used to hope for good moments and beg to be spoken to, I could feel it deep in my bones that I'm walking away for the last time.The refreshing cold winds, the manicured lawn and the gardens that sprouted by my own hands, they all now belonged to someone else to care for them and that person wouldn't be me anymore.“I don't need Circe to choose me over someone anymore. I've chosen myself,” I muttered with confidence.I was blinded by love but now the hate and nonchalance had stripped the veil off my face.I didn't grow up with hopes to retire on my parents money like Caspian. Though I understood what his fear was. But, I wouldn't strip another person of their happiness just to be happy.But, Caspian had stuck hi

Priela's POVNecks turned to my direction and all eyes fixed on me like I had just stolen the show. I guess I did.Some piercing iris’ shot daggers. While some were just cold and blank, yet they remained stuck on me.The hot air from the room blew over my face.Or was it just my illusion? Because I heard the air conditioner hum softly from its mounted position.Throwing my eyes off them, I walked towards the vacant seat. My heels tapped against the black marble one at a time, its sound, piercing through the awkwardly silent room.God it felt like I was the only moving human in this room.Nobody spoke. Not even a cough. Feets didn't even shift over the floor nor did pens drop or a page got flipped.Only necks turned and gazes followed me like my steps were being counted.I walked under those monitoring gaze as if they were on the lookout for when I'd raise a leg too high or throw a foot forward, longer than the last one.But I didn't flinch. I didn't let the turmoil inside of me drip o