After Divorce, I Became The Ex-husband's True Love 소설 & 이야기

Emily, crying the night everything fell apart, mascara streaking her cheeks as I stood frozen, already ruined by my own cowardice. And now? Now she was standing in her restaurant, powerful and composed, still gentle, still kind. And I was still in love with her. I shook my head, hating myself for it. What was I doing? What kind of man keeps walking into his ex-wife’s restaurant just to see her smile? What kind of husband finds his heart skipping when she laughs again, when she tells him everything will be okay? What kind of father thinks about someone else when his son is waiting for him to come home and his wife is folding laundry in a house full of hope?

“Excuse me?” I took a deep breath. “It’s about Harold—my soon to be ex husband.” His expression didn’t change. “Not interested.” I swallowed hard. “Please. Just listen.” Mr Garcia sighed but gestured for me to continue. I gripped my hands together. “Harold and I… We were married for years. I fought my family for him. I gave up everything. And when he disappeared, I held everything together. I drained my savings, I kept his family afloat. And then, when he came back, he—”

She was causing herself so much harm and yet I could not feel even a twinge of pain or concern. “I had never loved you Storm. And I'm sorry that whatever we had, hurt you. But I told you from the start, I was already in love with someone else. I had given myself to her completely. You have to let me go.” “She left you and married for money.” “Her mother was dying.” We've gone over this same conversation countless times. She laughed, like a mad person. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes were bloodshot, I could tell that she had taken something strong, a drug.

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

This wasn’t how I imagined love. A week passed after the divorce papers were drafted, and the house stopped feeling like his. I moved differently. I breathed differently. I no longer hovered around him, waiting for crumbs of attention like a starving dog. I no longer asked about his schedule, or stayed awake pretending I cared when he came home late smelling like another woman. I lived like someone who already had one foot out the door. Maxwell noticed the change, of course he did. Men like him always noticed when a woman stopped begging.

She said she had never met anyone as gullible as I was. The divorce papers arrived an hour later. I didn’t bother to go through them. What was the point? The only person that said goodbye to me was the elderly maid who had been working there before I arrived as a maid and later fell in love with my billionaire boss. Getting into the car, I drove off, tears cascading down my cheeks. One moment, I was a happy wife, the next, I was a disgraced ex-wife returning to her hometown.

The silence that followed was the kind that had weight and shape and Cole let it sit for a moment before the corner of his mouth moved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Drop Xavier, you know you don’t love him. Just come back to me and I'll withdraw the case." He proudly replied. I stared at him. I stood in that hallway and stared at this man and tried to find somewhere inside myself the capacity to process what he had just said as a serious sentence spoken by a person who existed in the same reality as everyone else and I could not find it. "You ended the marriage with your two hand. You filed for divorce. You forced my hand and you walked away and now you are standing here telling

"What are you trying to imply? I'm your wife, and that will never change. Have you forgotten that I'm the woman you loved and married?" I fell silent for a moment. what I'd just said felt almost impossible to believe. I'd spent so long waiting for the day Sophia and I would finally become husband and wife and build a life together. It felt like I'd waited an eternity just to share my future with her. Yes, I once loved her deeply and wanted her so much, but that feeling is no longer there. I couldn't understand how something as small as one lie from her could destroy an emotion that had been rooted inside me for so many years. Yet, that was exactly what was happening now.

“He said something about someone keeping the woman that he loves and he needs me to ruin your marriage with Ethan. He paid me a lot of money and made me work in this bar that Ethan visited frequently” “Wow!” I exclaimed. “Then Ethan and I met each other again. Of course, he was shocked to see me but he still hasn't forgiven me. I tried seducing him, and I did everything to lure him back into my hands but he never fell for any of it. It kind of broke me that the same man who had feelings for me treated me like that!” I was confused. “If he never loved you anymore, then how did you end up being together? Don’t forget that he divorced me because of you”

Hi, readers. I apologize regarding my work as it didn't go as how everyone wanted. Not all story is meant to have an happy ending. Regardless to some errors here and there in my chapters, I still hope it was worth the read. please note, The Ex-Husband Returns; A Second Chance At love. Wasn't meant to satisfy the readers idea of how to enjoy a romantic life. Though mitt was meant to inform that some people lives take turns like this in a miraculous way. My work was plainly in fiction.