Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 2

As I approached our home, my heart sank at the sight of my belongings scattered outside. My clothes, shoes, and personal items were piled haphazardly on the lawn. My stomach churned as I saw Alex’s mother, Margret, standing on the porch, ordering the maids and butlers to throw my things out.

Margret never liked me. She always found ways to belittle me and poison Alex against me. Seeing her now, orchestrating my public humiliation, was almost too much to bear.

“Why are you doing this?” I demanded, stepping forward, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and despair.

Margret’s eyes flashed with contempt. Before I could react, she slapped me hard across the cheek. The sting was sharp and immediate, but what hurt more was the malice in her eyes. “You dare talk? After everything you’ve put my son through?”

I chuckled bitterly, even as tears filled my eyes. “I stood by Alex. I defended him, supported him through everything. You know nothing about what we’ve been through.

Margret sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “Take your things and get the hell out. Barren woman, who knows nothing other than squandering my son’s money. Alex already divorced you and he’s bringing in someone better.”

The words were like knives, each one cutting deeper than the last. But I forced myself to smile through the tears. “It’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?”

Margret’s face twisted with rage. “You ungrateful little wretch. You were never good enough for my son. You’re a failure as a wife, and you couldn’t even give him a child. Now he’s found someone worthy of him, someone who isn’t a useless drain on

his fortune.”

The maids and butlers watched in silence, their eyes filled with pity and discomfort. Margret continued to berate me, cach insult cutting deeper than the last. “You think you’re something special? You’re nothing! My son deserves someone who can give him a real family, not a useless woman like you.”

me ever harder, with the eyes of the servants on

son’s success. You have no place here. Get out and

back.”

knew this was her moment of triumph, the culmination of years of disdain and bitterness. And in that moment, I realized I had to walk away with my head held high, for myself and for the life growing inside

what little dignity I had left. “But know this, Margaret. I loved your son with all my heart, and I sacrificed everything for him. One day, he’ll realize the mistake he made. And when that day comes,

that, I turned and began collecting my things, tears streaming down my face but my mind was already made up. I would rebuild my

find a place for my things and figure out my next move. I pulled out my phone and began calling people I thought I could

I need a place to store some of my things

my voice

was a pause on the other end before the voice responded, I’m really sorry, Christiana, but I can’t help you right now. It’s… it’s

sank, but I tried to stay hopeful. I made another call. “Hey, it’s Christiana. I’m in a bit of a situation. Can I bring some of my

happened. I don’t think it’s a good

call ended the same way, and the realization hit me hard:

their eyes, I was the villain.

hoping to at least get a hotel room for the

Chapter 2

appeared. Panic rising, I logged into my account on my

had access to them and now, he had taken everything. I was in pain, with absolutely nothing left. My

find somewhere safe. The city lights blurred through my tears, and the cold air bit at my skin. I felt

a rough hand grab my arm. “Hey! What’s going on?” I cried out, but another hand yanked my bags away.