Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret
“Liar. Slut. That thing in your belly isn’t mine.”
Those were his last words before the door slammed and I hit the floor, shaking, wondering how the man I married had turned into someone who enjoyed watching me fall apart.
Love wasn’t supposed to feel like punishment, but with him, it became exactly that. The insults. The bruises. The silence afterward. And the worst part was watching my own cousin the girl I grew up with slide into his life watching mine fall apart.
He threw me out like trash.
They both did.
But I didn’t die out there.
I got back up.
And the woman who stood again wasn’t the weak one they tried to break. She was someone they should’ve feared from the start.
There’s someone new now. He doesn’t see me as a burden but as someone worth fighting for.
So when my ex shows up months later, suddenly soft-spoken, suddenly sorry, mumbling, “Emily… please. I messed up,” he expects the old me to crawl back.
Instead, I look him in the eye and tell him the truth
“You’re not part of my life anymore. You’re just what I had to survive.”