AFTER MY EX-WIFE

CHAPTER 1.CAMILLA The beep from my phone pierced through the peaceful chats of the hospital waiting room. I paused before answering. My fingers, still numb from holding the pregnancy report, reached sluggishly for the phone. "Camilla, where are you?" Mirabel's voice was frantic and pulled me back to reality. "I'm just leaving the hospital," I replied, my tone remote. A mild, delicate delight grew inside me, blended with something deeper. "What's going on?" Mirabel was silent before she spoke again. "Get to the hotel. Now." Her voice faltered. "Your husband is been stolen from you by another woman." It's Alex He's… "He is with another woman."The words hit me like a slap in the face, but I didn't respond. I could not. Not in front of everyone. I tightened my grip on the phone, my breath wavering as I battled the nausea that was forming in my throat. "Which hotel?" I murmured. She mentioned the city's most exquisite five-star hotel, a place that seemed almost mystical to me—like so

CHAPTER 3.CAMILLA I had spent hours mentally preparing for this moment. I'd go into his office, demand an explanation, and notify him about the baby. Maybe—just maybe—he'd finally see the cause to see me. Finally, see us. The home looked like a cemetery now. Every empty room rang with thoughts of what could have been, drowning me in their stillness. I couldn't wait for him to return home, particularly since it had become nothing but icy walls and stillness. And Alex? He was no longer the person who slept next to me, but a ghost, leaving for days, inaccessible by phone, and left me clinging to a marriage that seemed like it was slipping away.He would never get home before midnight, if at all he's coming home. Even if I called, he would not answer. He never did. That's why I had to go into his office. I needed him to hear me; he couldn't ignore me in person. This was my last chance to save our marriage, and I wasn't going to waste it. Not while I am carrying our child.As I drove,

Chapter 5.Alex.The last five years turned out to be the worst of my life. I had thought that divorcing Camilla was the best option.I made myself believe that Alessia was the one. I love her so much, that I couldn't wait to get married to her. But She crushed my heart. I thought that once I married her, the world would stop being empty and she would make everything right. But, I was wrong. Totally wrong.When Alessia returned from Paris, I thought she was still the same girl who had filled my head with dreams years before. The woman who pushed me, made me laugh, and was really driven and energetic. But she wasn't the same girl anymore. It was as if Paris had eaten away the best parts of her and replaced them with something darker. Her face seemed familiar, but her soul... I could scarcely recognise it.It started with little, unimportant things. Her love for the better things in life was not new, but after Paris, it became more of an addiction. Expensive drinks, expensive clothes, a

Chapter Seven AlexMy heart sank as I watched Camilla walk out of my office. She wore a quick, unreadable look on her face as she left. She was calm, elegant, and distant. I barely recognized her. This wasn’t the same woman I’d divorced so easily. Camilla used to be soft-spoken, gentle, the woman who waited and had hoped that I will one day her, and at least make time for her. But, she was a different person now, confident, strong, commanding—she was new person, a CEO. And I’d been too blind to see it.But now, seeing her walk away from me, every step felt like a punishment I deserved. I’d hurt her badly, without a second thought, all for the love that I thought I had for Alessia. And what had that gotten me now? A life that felt more like a hollow display in a horror movie.It has been three days since Camilla left my office, saying she’d “think about the partnership.” I’d been hoping she’d call, but each day passed without words from her. With a heavy heart, I picked up my phone,

AlexAs the Plane touched down in San Francisco, my mind was confused. I had no clue what I would say to her. Part of me wanted to keep things professional, but another part of me understood why I was here. I wanted to make things right. But would she really listen? Does it matter to her? As I stepped off the aeroplane, I was surrounded by a swarm of reporters, mics, and cameras, all pointed at me. They'd been waiting, recognising me and probably wondering why I was there. It was one of the many reasons I hate flying in public. Fortunately, security interfered, clearing the way for me.When I got to my hotel room, I took a deep breath and focused on why I was here. I'd planned everything and practiced my comments a hundred times, but suddenly I was second-guessing everything. This is business, I told myself, just business. But I knew I was lying. I wanted the deal, but I also wanted her kindness and respect. Maybe a second chance.---The following day, I walked into Camilla's office