All Chapters of My Ex Husband Who Despised Me Before, Now Wants Me Back.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

“When she comes, we are getting a divorce, right away!”Sarah froze.The words sliced through the quiet hallway like a blade… sharp, merciless, unforgiving. For a second, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her. Maybe exhaustion had finally won. Maybe grief had begun to twist reality.But no.That voice… deep, familiar, once whispered against her skin in gentler days… belonged to her husband.Frederick.The basket of oranges trembled in her hands as she stood at the edge of the aisle, half-hidden behind a tall marble pillar that separated the hallway from the sitting room. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure they could hear it.Divorce?She swallowed hard and leaned forward, her breath shallow.“I was wrong before, Frederick,” another voice said… cool, firm, dripping with finality. “When she comes back, she must leave this house.”That voice..His mother.Hannah.Sarah’s knees nearly buckled.So it was real. She hadn’t imagined it. Every word was deliberate. Planned. Discu

A few hours later, Sarah stood in front of the house she once called home.The tall iron gates loomed before her like a final judgment, their cold metallic bars glinting under the afternoon sun. The sight alone sent a sharp ache through her chest. Her legs felt unbearably heavy, as though each step toward the gate pulled her further into memories she wasn’t ready to face. This house… once filled with her hopes, her silent sacrifices, and countless sleepless nights… now made her feel like a stranger standing at the threshold of a life that no longer belonged to her.She stared at the mansion beyond the gates. The garden she had personally designed still bloomed with vibrant roses and neatly trimmed hedges. The white marble fountain at the center still trickled gently, just as it had on the day she moved in as a new bride, filled with dreams she believed would last forever.But now, the sound of the flowing water felt like a cruel reminder that time had moved on without her.Taking a de

“Good morning, Frederick… I’ve always loved you.”The voice was soft. Familiar. Wrapped in warmth.Frederick smiled in his sleep.In his dream, everything was bright…almost painfully so.He stood at the altar, dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, the grand hall filled with white roses and murmuring guests. Sunlight poured through stained-glass windows, bathing the aisle in gold.And there she was.Sarah.She walked toward him in a flowing wedding gown, delicate lace hugging her figure, her veil trailing behind her like a promise. Her father stood proudly beside her, his hand resting protectively over hers as he escorted her down the aisle.Frederick’s chest swelled.He smiled at her—truly smiled—as if nothing bad had ever happened between them. As if love had never been complicated. As if regret had never existed.She smiled back.Step by step, she came closer.Almost there.Just a little more, and she would be standing beside him, before the pastor, ready to become his wife all ov

“No…” Frederick whispered again, his voice hollow and strained as if the word itself was being dragged out of a place deep within him. “No… this can’t be real.”His hands trembled slightly at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling unconsciously as though trying to grasp onto something that was already slipping away from him.“She still knows me…” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and desperate. “She has to… she can’t just forget me like that…not Sarah… not the woman who…”He stopped himself, but it was too late.Because the fear had already taken hold.It crawled into his chest and wrapped tightly around his heart, squeezing, suffocating, making it hard for him to breathe.Because the way she had looked at him…There was nothing there.No anger. No sadness. No recognition.Just indifference.And that was far worse than hatred.Just as he was about to step forward, unable to stop himself any longer, desperate to call her name and force her to look at him again, a voice inte