My Ex husband wants me back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Three Years of NothingDon’t push your luck, Sandra. I only married you as repayment for saving my life. Not because I love you. I only love Jasmine.Ryan’s voice was flat, bored, like he was reading a grocery list. If you’re not comfortable with that, I can have the divorce papers prepared immediately.He didn’t wait for an answer. He shoved her aside with his shoulder and headed for the door.The words hit her ribs like a physical blow. Sandra dropped to her knees, hand clutching her chest as if she could keep her heart from splitting open. The tears came hot, instant, shameful. She didn’t even hear Mrs. Clara come in.Hey, bitch. Why are you disturbing the household,Clara’s heels clicked against the marble, each step a judgment. She stared down at Sandra like she was roadkill. Look at how miserable you are. What makes you think you’re good enough for my son You think looking pitiful will make him glance at you? Impossible. She laughed, short and dry.Then came the splash. Cold wate

Paper Cuts for a Birthday*Sandra wiped her tears with the back of her hand, smearing salt and mascara across her skin, before her fingers found her phone. The screen lit up her face in the dark. Happy birthday to you, young miss. We all miss you.A small, broken sound escaped her. Her lips curved, but it wasn’t quite a smile. More like her mouth remembering how. Thank you. I miss you too, she typed back, each letter heavier than the last. She was still on the floor. The marble was cold enough to bruise. It felt right. If she stood up, she’d have to admit this was her life: twenty six years old, curled on expensive tile, bargaining with God about why loving someone felt like a crime. Why is Ryan so cruel to me? Is it a crime to want him to look at me like I’m human?Her fist came down once, then again, dull thuds against the floor. The sobs she’d caged for three years broke loose, ugly and loud. This is the worst birthday gift I’ve ever received.Then she saw it. Tucked half un

*Chapter 5: The PartyTomorrow had arrived, and with it, a quiet fear that settled into Sandra’s chest like a stone.She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts tangled and restless. Ryan’s words from yesterday echoed in her mind, sharp and cold.We’re ending this in three months. My debt has been paid off.But then there was the other part. Get ready tomorrow. We’re going out.What if it was another trap? What if this outing” was just another carefully staged way to humiliate her in front of people who mattered to him? What if he only wanted to remind her once more that she would never be the woman he loved?The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second a reminder that time was slipping away. When it struck 4:00 PM sharp, the silence in the house shattered.The bedroom door flew open.Ryan stood in the doorway, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. He didn’t even glance at her as he spoke.Get yourself dressed. We’re leaving in thirty minutes.Then the door clicked

The Secret She’ll Carry AloneThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and cheap plastic, a sterile scent that clung to the back of Sandra’s throat and made her stomach churn. She walked down the cold marble stairs slowly, In her trembling hands was a single folded paper. It felt heavier than stone.Pregnancy Positive.She had read it three times already in the small, brightly lit lab. Three times, and the words hadn’t changed. The ink wasn’t smudged. The result wasn’t a mistake.Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure the nurse behind the reception desk could hear it. Happy Sad Terrified, She didn’t know which emotion to hold onto first. How could she feel joy for a child conceived with a man who looked at her like she was a ghost in her own home?Pregnant for a man who doesn’t have an atom of love for me.The memory of that night slammed into her without warning cold sheets, the weight of his body, his silence the next morning, She had blamed herself for weeks. For being too tru

The Rope and The TruthSilence swallowed the room whole the moment Sandra’s voice cut through it with a single word NEVER.The wine glass shattered at her feet, crimson liquid spilling across the marble floor like a wound that had finally burst open. Shards scattered, glittering under the chandelier light, but no one moved to clean them up. No one dared.Ryan stood stiff, his body frozen as if his muscles had forgotten how to obey him. His eyes were wide, fixed on Sandra with a look he couldn’t name. Shock? Fear? Something heavier.What happened to the crying, emotional Sandra I once knew? The thought slammed into him, unbidden. This… this isn’t her. This is the first time I’m seeing the other side of her. He whispered it under his breath, but the room was so quiet that Sandra heard every word. Three years of being ignored had made her senses sharp. She could hear the thoughts he tried to hide behind his cold stare.Their gazes locked. For the first time in three years, they weren’t