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.”

hit me ever harder, with the eyes of

Christiana. A parasite who latched onto my son’s success. You have no place here. Get out

back.”

of triumph, the culmination of years of disdain and bitterness. And in that moment, I realized

what little dignity I had left. “But know this, Margaret. I loved your son with all my heart, and I sacrificed everything for him.

turned and began collecting my things, tears streaming down my face but my mind was already made

to 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

place to store some of my things temporarily. Could you help me out?” I

my voice

responded, I’m really sorry, Christiana, but I

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

heard about what happened. I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m sorry,” the response came,

hard: Alex had already been around, telling everyone his version

In their eyes, I was the villain. No one wanted to help

my bank account, hoping to at least get a hotel room

Chapter 2

again, and the same message appeared. Panic rising, I logged into

had taken everything. I was in pain, with absolutely nothing left. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. I had no

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

yanked my bags away. Panic