บททั้งหมดของ On Your Knees, Mr. Ex Husband: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 1 ~ One Seat

“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

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Chapter 2 ~ Left in the cold

“Mrs Scott! Mrs Scot!!” Edward and the driver tapped on the car window but received no answer. The snow was in full force, making it hard for them to see if she was still inside. “Are you sure she is in the car?” The driver asked, fearfully.“Yes. In this weather, where could she have gone? Grab something we can use to smash the car window in case she passes out.” Edward instructed quickly. Regret and fear were clogged in his chest, for he didn’t mean to leave her alone. As the driver walked to the car to grab what they could use, Edward continued tapping on the window,The world slowly returned to Dahlia in fragments, and she blinked, groaning as she slowly opened her eyes, feeling a dull ache in her bones. “Madam… Madam Dahlia?”She lifted her head slowly, her neck stiff as a rod, and her vision blurred while pale morning light seeped through the rain-streaked windshield. Her body was curled awkwardly in the passenger seat, making her limbs numb and her skin icy. For a moment, s

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Chapter 3 ~ A joke

“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

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Chapter 4 ~`Apologize

“Dahlia, eat more vegetables, dear. You’re still sick.” Anna Scott, Silas’s mother, said, gently making Dahlia’s heart warm at the gesture. During the three years of her marriage to Silas, Anna was never really warm towards her; she wasn’t hostile either, it was just that she preferred Joyce because she saved her life once. But seeing how gentle she was towards her made Dahlia smile. “Thank you.” She whispered, but Mrs Scott only shook her head. “Don’t thank me, Dahlia. This is what mothers do for their children. Now eat, then we can catch some sun together.” Mrs. Scott said while sitting beside her, gently placing more food into her bowl. Across the table, Mr. Scott’s expression was dark, and he wasn’t in the mood to eat. Unable to hold it in any longer, he set aside the spoon with a sharp clack.After what had happened reached them, they came over for lunch so they could check in on Dahlia. Mr. Scott was a scary man, just like his son. They both had a ruthless reputation because

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Chapter 5 ~ A divorce

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. W

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Chapter 6 ~ A thief

The sound of a phone vibrating woke Dahlia up, and she slowly rubbed her eyes as she stretched on the left side and reached for the phone on the side table.She groaned as she struggled to read the name flashing on the ID. Her younger sister’s name flashed on the screen as she swiped right to answer, “Lena… do you know what time it is?”“I don’t care if it’s midnight or the end of the world,” Lena said breathlessly. “Get up. I need you awake for this.”Something in her tone peeled the sleep from Dahlia’s mind as she straightened, panic filing her voice as she asked,“What happened? Are Mum and Dad in trouble?” “No, silly. The oldies are doing just fine. I’m calling because of the International Aurora Art Competition,” Lena said, excitement laced in her tone, “They announced it last night.”“The Aurora competition?” Dahlia’s heart jumped to her throat. That competition only happened once every fifty years. That was why everyone was so eager to participate. Dahlia remembered how her

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Chapter 7 ~ A demon and the follower

Dahlia shook her head in irritation. “Your constant pretense is starting to get on my nerves. “Don’t you ever get tired of provoking people only to end up pretending to be weak?” Dahlia said coldly, her voice colder than anyone had ever heard her. Dahlia was always rainbows and sunshine at some point; people even thought she never got angry. “When you’re a demon,” She scoffed with a cold smile,” I suppose you bring hell wherever you are!” The entire room froze, and the helpers shared shocked looks, although they were proud that their madam was finally standing up for herself. Joyce, on the other hand, was boiling with rage, but with Silas present, she couldn’t let her true self show, so she stiffened, her fingers held onto Silas’s shirt sleeve like it was her anchor.Noticing her discomfort, Silas held her as his brows drew together, “Dahlia. That’s enough.” He spat.Dahlia laughed, a short and bitter sound, for a second, one would think she had lost her mind,“Enough?” Her gaze slid

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Chapter 8 ~ A baby

Dahlia returned to the bedroom and went straight into the bathroom to take a hot shower. The moment the hot water poured over her, her shoulders sagged. Steam curled around her, blurring the reflection in the mirror until even her own face became unfamiliar. She pressed her palms against the cold tiles, letting the heat scald away the residue of the day. The anger. The humiliation. The heartbreak. The pain and the fact that her marriage had failed. When she finally stepped out, she was wrapped in a towel with her hair damp and loose around her shoulders, and she froze at the sight before her.Silas was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head facing down. Next to him was a huge bouquet of white lilies. In the other, two neatly stacked movie tickets and a box of her favorite chocolate. A few months back, this sight would have melted her soul. This was all she ever wanted, for him to take one step forward, but it was too late now. Even if he brought the world to its feet, it wouldn

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Chapter 9 ~ A perfect replica

The registration hall of the International Aurora Art Competition buzzed with restrained tension as Dahlia and Lena stepped inside. This was the biggest Art competition there ever was, so everything was strict, and security was tight. “Isn’t tomorrow your husband’s birthday?” Lena asked as they walked forward. Dahlia simply laughed, “It is. But God knows what he is always busy with; he never shows up to the parties I arrange, so tomorrow will be no different.”Lena scoffed, feeling like the picture she had of her brother-in-law was a lie, “Is he a douchie?”“Worse.” Dahlia laughed, “A demon follower!” Before Lena could comment, they had reached the registration table, where they handed the painting over at the reception desk, where a woman in a tailored navy suit carefully logged Dahlia’s name and sealed the artwork in a transparent protective cover.“Please take a seat. The authentication team will inspect the piece before confirming your registration,” she said professionally.Da

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Chapter 10 ~ Who is the fake?

“That’s my painting,” Dahlia said, her voice shaking with so much emotion she couldn’t understand how this was possible. “I painted it. Every line. Every shade. I can tell you exactly where I hesitated, where I almost ruined the canvas, where I scraped the paint back with a blade because the highlight was too harsh. This is my painting.”The woman’s voice remained neutral as she said, “Then perhaps you can explain how this exists.”“I…I..I” Dahlia was too confused to form a sentence. “She can’t.” One of the men responded harshly, “We’ve seen this too many times. Tears mean nothing here. If you can’t prove the painting is yours, I’m afraid you will be banned from the competition and your career will be ruined!”“Who does this painting belong to? The replica?” “Maybe that's the original, and yours is the replica.” The men scoffed. “Joe, let’s not add more fuel to the fire.” The woman said, turning to face Dahlia, “The owner of the painting will step in shortly.”The door opened, and

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