Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex husband : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

~EmilyBy the time the wine lost its chill, so had my patience. I traced a hand over my rounded stomach, smoothing down the silk for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to distract myself from the tight knot forming in my chest.The door let out a soft squeal, and I turned quickly, heart lifting before I could stop it.A disappointed sigh, mixed with a hint of frustration, left me. Again, it wasn’t Henry. Not my husband.Rather, this time, it was an elderly couple, holding each other’s hands and looking all lovey-dovey while chuckling at something I honestly did not care to know.I set down my glass harder than intended, causing bits of the wine to spill onto the crisp table cover, but I barely noticed the mess as my mind reeled.Did he forget our anniversary?“Maybe something came up at the hospital,” said a small voice at the back of my mind, causing me to scoff quietly as I found the excuse utterly absurd.What exactly could have been so important compared to our two-year ann

~EmilyMy eyes watered, seeing that my husband couldn’t at least pretend to have my back. But I forced the tears back, refusing to break.“Forgive her for my sake, Henry,” Caroline said, reaching for Henry and deliberately gliding her hand over his arm as she looked at me and said, “Pregnancy hormones sometimes make women say… insensitive things, right, Em?”I scoffed, shooting her a glare, sharp words burning like fire in my throat. I nearly spat them out. Henry’s warning came to mind, forcing me to stay calm.“She is a doctor and should know how to control that,” Henry said, speaking the most stupid words ever.“Indeed,” Caroline agreed, and I cursed her beneath my breath. “Speaking of doctors, my grandpa has been having a medical issue lately, and I think you are the best person to help him out.”“If your wife doesn’t mind, he’d like to see you right now. Alone.” She added, glancing at me to gauge my reaction, and I instinctively reached for Henry’s hand, stopping him from moving.

~Emily“Are you sure about this, Emily?” Martha asked, standing behind me and watching me arrange my clothes into the suitcases.“I am, Martha,” I replied, my voice betraying me, trembling slightly.It had been over two weeks since we proceeded with the divorce, and the court would finally be dissolving the marriage today.And Henry?I didn’t know when last I saw him around the house and, honestly, I didn’t care. I had stopped caring about anything and everything that concerned him. The only thing I knew was that he had been cooperating with our lawyers.He had even sent me a text in the wee hours of this morning, telling me not to keep him waiting.I guessed he also couldn’t wait to end this sham of a marriage.My train of thought broke as I heard Martha sobbing. I paused what I was doing and turned, my heart breaking at the sight.“Martha,” I said softly.“Please, don’t leave.”“I have to,” I said with resolve.Deep down, I wished I could stay because of her, but Henry didn’t deserv