Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 3

Two weeks had passed since my world had crumbled to dust. My days were now spent scrubbing floors and sweeping at dingy restaurant, the smell of grease and old food clinging to my clothes.

My boss, a perpetually sour–faced woman named Karen, took every opportunity to remind me of my fall from grace. We were only two waiters and one was on leave.

“Christiana, get over here and clean this mess!” Karen barked, pointing to a spill near the kitchen. “And hurry up! Table three is waiting for their drinks!”

The restaurant was overwhelming, with rowdy customers demanding my attention. I rushed from table to table, my hands red and raw from constant cleaning, trying to keep up with the never–ending stream of orders and complaints.

“Miss! Where’s my coffee?” a gruff man called out, waving his hand impatiently. “And bring some more napkins while you’re at

it!”

As I hurried to fulfill the customers‘ requests, the sound of the television caught my ear. The news anchor’s voice cut through the chaos, and my heart sank as I recognized the topic of discussion.

“In today’s celebrity news, billionaire Alex Davis has finalized his divorce from his wife Christiana Davis and is now officially with fashion icon Bianca.

I froze, the tray in my hands trembling. On the screen, images and videos of Alex and Bianca flashed by, the two of them looking every bit the perfect couple. They smiled for the cameras, their hands entwined, their eyes filled with a happiness that felt like a knife twisting in my heart.

The customers around me began to chatter, their voices blending into a cacophony of judgment and gossip.

“Did you hear about Alex Davis? Finally got rid of that wife of his,” one man said with a laugh. “Can’t blame him, though. She couldn’t even give him a kid.”

useless, another woman chimed in. “Bianca is a much better match for him. She’s gorgeous and

were talking about me, the woman who was

bad for that ex–wife of his, a lone voice spoke up. I turned to see a middle–aged woman shaking her

“Christiana, stop dawdling and

in my throat and forced myself to keep moving. As I continued to serve the oblivious customers, their words echoed in my mind, each one a reminder of

Alex and Bianca haunted me, their smiles mocking my misery. How had things gone so wrong?

forgot. She had always been

held myself together, refusing to let them see

Bianca were now living. I scrubbed the floors harder, trying to erase the hurt with every

and emotionally. I sank into a chair in the back of the restaurant, the weight of the day pressing down

and stared at my reflection in the dirty window. I

I thought I could rely on had chosen sides, believing the lies Alex

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Chapter å

me. She offered me food and

was a struggle to hold onto my dignity while performing menial tasks,

I found myself staring into the bathroom mirror, my reflection a ghost of the woman

barely made it to the toilet before retching violently. My body trembled, and I felt weak and lightheaded as I

doctor’s office, the harsh fluorescent lights making everything seem even more surreal. Dr. Patel, a kindly older man with a gentle