All Chapters of Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DAISY’S POV ~Abort it…Abort it…Abort it…My head is spinning with those words, my heart shattering into a million pieces. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t even do anything when he ignores me and walks past me, leaving me alone on my knees in the midst of the shredded remains of my happiness, my body surrounded with the torn fragments of my baby’s first picture. What the hell just happened?What the hell did he just say to me?Abort my baby? Our baby?No. He can’t mean that. He doesn’t mean that.“Bastian wait!” I hurriedly rise to my feet, my legs nearly giving out beneath me as I run after him. But he is already at the door, his phone pressed to his ear.“Vanessa, where are you?” There is fear and pain in his voice and he also sounds desperate in a way he has never sounded for me. “Baby, please answer me. I’m coming to find you right now.”Baby. He called her baby.“Sebastian!” I reach the living room, still holding onto the railing of the stairs. “Don't leave! We need to

Daisy's POV ~Humiliated beyond words, I grab my purse and rush towards the exit.Outside the restaurant, my phone buzzes in my purse and I pull it out with shaky hands.The buzz is from a notification. A tagged post on social media.Someone has already uploaded a crying video of me sitting in that restaurant, with the caption: ‘Daisy Sinclair watching her husband propose to another woman LIVE #Karma #TrueLoveWins #PatheticEx’And the post already has thousands of views with people celebrating my pain in the comments.I can't see through my tears as I run towards my car after tucking the phone back into my purse. People are staring at me as I run past them, but I don't care anymore.Let them look. Let them record. Let them post it online for the world to mock me.Nothing matters anymore.My hands are trembling so badly that I drop my car keys twice before I manage to unlock the door of my car.The moment I’m inside, I rest my head on the steering wheel and cry my ears out.The image

Daisy POVSebastian.My heart stops beating for a second when I see him standing there in the doorway, his eyes instantly locking onto mine.Maybe it is best that he is here.Maybe this is my chance to finally show him the truth. A chance for him to finally see Vanessa for who she really is.“What the fuck are you doing here in my house?”The sharpness of his voice makes me flinch, but I force myself to stand my ground. His eyes are cold and deadly as though he is looking at a thief who trespassed into his house and not the woman he has been married to for years.“Bast..” I instantly stop myself from completing that nickname. “I’m here because there is something you need to see,” I finish, holding up the envelope for him to see the contents“I don’t want to see or hear anything from you,” He says sharply, taking a step closer. “I asked you a fucking question Daisy. What are you doing in my house?”“Your house? This is my house too. I’m still your wife Sebastian.”“Not for long.” He la

~ DAISY’S POV ~The next morning, I quickly find myself at Auckland Children’s Hospital, already seated in the doctor’s office. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as I stare at Dr. Richardson’s certificates and numerous awards hanging on the shelves.Okay. I think he’s good at his job.However, his silence and the sterile white walls of his office are making me feel like I am an experiment in a lab or something.Scratch that, I am anxious.My hands are clasped tightly in my lap, my nails digging into my palms as I wait for him to speak. He is looking at charts, probably some medical files or test results that are demanding his attention the same way I am demanding his own.“Ms. Matthews,” he finally speaks, removing his glasses and meeting my eyes with an expression that makes my stomach drop. “We need to talk about Mason.”My heart nearly stops at the mention of my son’s name. “What’s wrong?”“His initial blood work came back normal, but when we ran the extended panel you requested

~ DAISY’S POV ~The moment I’m safely inside my hotel suite, I burst out laughing.I can’t help it. The look on Sebastian’s face when I pretended not to recognize him was absolutely priceless. His shock, his confusion, the way he actually believed I could forget the man who destroyed my life…Dear God, it felt too good to be true.“Did he take the bait?” Catherine asks, pouring herself a glass of champagne from the bar.“Hook, line, and sinker,” I say, still laughing as I kick off my Louboutins and collapse onto the velvet sofa. “You should have seen him, Cat. He actually thought I had amnesia, like I could ever forget what his bastard soul did to me.”Catherine raises her glass. “This is a toast to your brilliant acting skills. That performance deserves another Oscar.”“I will drink to that,” I laugh, accepting the glass she hands me.The amnesia angle was actually Catherine’s idea. When I told her I needed to come back to this country to save Mason, she suggested we create a cover s