Dear Ex-Husband, I Like You Begging!

Prologue

GWEN's POVA throbbing pain pounded in my head as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. My limbs felt heavy, my throat dry, and my vision blurred as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The room where I woke up was unfamiliar. My body ached, my dress slightly rumpled as if I had collapsed into bed without knowing how I got there. Where am I? I struggled to sit up, but before I could even lift myself off the bed, the door burst open. It was Lucas. My dear husband.He stood there, his harsh eyes with rage. His broad shoulders were stiff, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought he would break his own teeth. In his hands, he held a stack of photographs, his fingers curled around them like they carried the weight of his disgust. "You're disgusting, Gwen!” he spat, his voice laced with venom. Confusion surged through me as he strode forward and threw the photos onto the bed. My breath caught in my throat as I picked them up with trembling fingers. The images sent a sharp ch...