Romans & histoires After Divorce, I Became The Ex-husband's True Love

“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.

He then gave me his phone with a picture of a pretty woman on the screen. "She is my wife, ah no, ex-wife. Probably, our divorce papers are now approved. She is a very simple woman, you know. That's why I fell in love with her. She doesn't like the limelight. She rarely attends parties even though her husband is a CEO, that's me. Haha! I was very confident that she will never meet other guys because she is different from other women. Even though some of my friends told me that they saw her with someone or they heard a story about her, they even showed me some pictures but I never believed them because I trust her and I love her until I saw them with my own eyes. Just two weeks ago! After tha

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.

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

I had stayed by his side for five years and given him everything I possibly could. Alas, the deeper the love once was, the sharper the hatred became. "Blake, I don't love you anymore. Not even a little." As if all the strength had been ripped out of his body, he staggered backward several steps. I turned and walked away. Behind me came the sound of a wine glass shattering against the floor, followed by his muffled sobs. But I never looked back. … A month later, Eugene and I finalized our divorce smoothly. To keep our families from suspecting anything, I planned to wait another two years before telling them the truth.

Even if I told him the truth, he would never believe me. "Nathan..." I tried again, hoping he would finally listen to my explanation. But Nathan quickly raised his hand, stopping me from saying anything further. Don't ever call my name again. From today onward, whatever relationship existed between us is over. I will no longer consider that we have ever known each other." I tried to find even a small trace of the husband I once knew, but there was nothing left.The person standing before me was no longer the man I once married too.My heart ached, and tears threatened to fall.

“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”