All Chapters of On Your Knees, Mr. Ex Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“Don’t worry too much, Dahlia! Silas will definitely come and save us!” Joyce Anderson, a fair-looking woman with brown eyes and a model’s body, said to Dahlia, who scoffed internally, knowing those words were a mockery of her sham of a marriage. Silas was coming, alright. But it wasn't to save his wife, and they both knew it. Dahlia was extremely beautiful with golden blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Kind and a very talented artist, but that was never enough for her husband, who only had eyes for Joyce. Even as the two ladies sat in the car, which developed an engine failure in the middle of nowhere, they both knew Silas would only come because of the love of his life. Dahlia hated the situation she was in and hated it even more that she was stuck with Joyce of all people. Three years had passed since they got married, but all Silas ever cared about was Joyce. Dahlia tried every trick under the sun to get her husband to notice her. She cooked his favourite meals, wore his favo

“What did you say to Joyce?” The door opened roughly, and Silas stepped in, his eyes already looking ready to pounce. “She just came to me in tears. She was worried about you, and you insulted her? What is wrong with you, Dahlia?”Dahlia, who thought she could finally get some rest and had just swallowed two cold tablets, rolled her eyes at her husband’s outburst. “With how you came barging in here, one would think Joyce was your wife and not me.” Dahlia scoffed, but it only made Silas angrier. To him, she was just being unreasonable and picking on Joyce. “She was worried about you; she couldn’t even eat this morning until she knew you were safe,” Silas snapped. “And yet you threatened her in return? Do you know how unreasonable you were?”For a moment, Dahlia almost laughed. Even sick, even after everything, he had arrived not to ask how she was, but to defend Joyce.“Are you sure I made her cry and not that her tears fell because her eyelids are too fragile to keep the water in h

A soft knock on the door made Silas pause from his laptop and look up. “Come in.” He said, unsure who would knock at his office door when he was working and hated to be disturbed. “Sir, I brought your coffee,” Jane announced as she carefully walked in carrying his coffee in a small glass kettle and a mug.For a split second, disappointment flickered across his eyes before he could stop it. He glanced past the housekeeper, as if expecting someone else to follow, then back to the cup. His eyebrows raised in question. Silas, who assumed his wife was simply throwing a tantrum, went back to typing away on his laptop while Jane poured his coffee. She carefully placed it back as Silas lifted the cup and took a sip, only to spit it out. “What the hell is this? Who made it?” He asked angrily. The coffee tasted nothing like it did every night. He was sure it wasn’t Dahlia that made it.The housekeeper hesitated as she responded in a shaky voice. “Madam Dahlia only gave us the instructions.