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.”

words hit me ever harder, with the

Christiana. A parasite who latched onto my son’s

back.”

let her see me break. I knew this was her moment of triumph, the culmination of years of disdain and bitterness. And in that moment, I realized

leaving,” I said quietly, gathering 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,

face but my mind was already made up. I would rebuild

my things and figure out my next move. I pulled out my phone and began calling people

some of my things temporarily. Could you

my voice

before the voice responded, I’m really sorry, Christiana, but I can’t help you right now.

stay hopeful. I made another call. “Hey, it’s Christiana. I’m in a bit of a situation. Can I bring

think it’s a good idea.

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

eyes, I was the villain. No

to access my bank account, hoping to at least get a hotel room for the night. But when I

Chapter 2

Panic rising, I logged into my account

no, no,” I whispered, my hands shaking. Alex had frozen my accounts. He had access to them and now, he had taken everything. I was in pain, with

my bags and hoping to find somewhere safe. The city lights blurred through my tears, and

yanked my bags