Semua Bab “Oops… That’s Your Loss, Ex-Husband” –: Bab 11 - Bab 20

MADEA I stood in the sitting room, waiting for Jason to grab his keys, my hands loosely clasped in front of me as a quiet tension settled into the space between us. The silence felt unnatural—too heavy, too stretched—as though something unspoken was slowly suffocating the room. My phone buzzed, the sudden sound slicing through my thoughts. A message from my mum. You have been ignoring my calls, Madea… come home. Do not stay anymore with that loser. A slow breath slipped past my lips, but it did nothing to ease the tightness forming in my chest. The weight of everything I had been avoiding pressed down on me all at once. This text was talking about me leaving Jason. I hadn’t meant to ignore her. The past few days had been overwhelming in ways I couldn’t even begin to explain. Every time my phone rang, I simply didn’t have the strength to face another voice—another round of questions I couldn’t answer. Or worse… explanations I wasn’t ready to give. Seeing the message c

MADEA I sat there with Jason’s hand covering mine, and an unexpected flicker danced between us—hope, uncertainty, or a silent warning. I held my breath, waiting for him to speak, but he remained stoic, unreadable. His calm only magnified the storm I sensed beneath the surface. The room seemed to shrink; the chatter of the other guests dulled to a distant hum. All I could focus on was him—Jason, with that dangerous, deliberate composure that always made my heart race, as if he carried a secret meant only for me. Then he spoke. And the words hit me like a thunderclap. “She is my wife.” He said it like a declaration, the kind that demanded the world pause and take notice. The words were calm, but the smile that followed… dangerous, teasing, impossibly confident. My chest tightened, my pulse spiking as a strange warmth coiled through me, equal parts fear and longing. What did he mean? Hadn’t he just told the waiter we bore different surnames? “She is Miss Timmons,” he had co

MADEA The room fell into a quiet silence. It seemed she was trying to decide if it was a good idea. I sat still, hoping she would say yes. Mrs Beaumont finally spoke, her voice calm but firm as she made her decision. “Well, if that is what she wants, then it is fine.” I smiled and held Jason’s hands. He faked a smile too, and then I turned to the Beaumonts. “Thank you,” I said. She nodded and smiled, looking at both of us carefully, as though she was already imagining what we would create together. “I just want both of you to create something that truly reflects what we are trying to show the world,” she added, her tone steady and thoughtful. Mr Beaumont nodded in agreement before clapping his hands lightly, breaking the silence in the room. “Fine then,” he said with a satisfied smile. “Let us have a toast.” “To forevermore love,” Mrs Beaumont said. “To forever love,” we all chorused, laughing lightly as everyone raised their glasses. The soft clinking sound filled the roo

MADEA “I was in a meeting,” Jason said, his voice steady, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed the calm he was trying to project. “A meeting… with her?” Monalisa’s voice snapped like a whip, and her finger shot out at me as though I were the cause of every betrayal in the world. The disgust in her eyes was sharp enough to cut through the air, and I felt it settle heavy on my skin. I didn’t respond. I didn’t move. I simply sat there, holding myself upright, forcing my heart to slow even as the weight of her accusation pressed down on me. “Yes,” Jason said, his tone unwavering, “with the Beaumonts too.” Monalisa’s mouth fell open, and for a moment she looked as though the ground had shifted beneath her feet. The shock on her face twisted into something darker, colder, more dangerous. “You mean… you were in a meeting with the Beaumont… and you chose to take her?” Her voice trembled with disbelief, then sharpened with anger, each word striking like a blade. “This meeting is

MADEA I leaned back in my chair, letting the burn of the drink settle slowly in my chest. For a moment, I pretended it was working, that it was numbing something inside me, fixing something broken. It wasn’t. But I let myself believe it anyway because, honestly… I needed something to hold onto. The adrenaline from everything that had just happened still clung to me. It refused to go away, like my body hadn’t gotten the memo that the scene was over. Across the room, Jason and Monalisa were no longer shouting, no longer drawing attention—but the damage lingered. Thick. Suffocating. Like smoke that wouldn’t clear no matter how much I waved my hand. And my mind wouldn’t let it go. It kept replaying everything over and over again. I told myself I didn’t care, that I was above it all. But even as I tried to believe it, the truth pressed in, uncomfortable and unavoidable. I had chosen this. I had agreed to stay. I had insisted—stubbornly, blindly—that I would be with Jason no matter w