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THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET
THE EX-HUSBAND REGRET
Author: Ben Fred

CHAPTER ONE

Author: Ben Fred
last update Last Updated: 2024-08-01 14:41:03

Wanda Skyes sat on the water closet, her face dulled and worried. "Please, let it be positive this time." She mumbled softly in a cracked voice with her eyes seriously fixed on the pregnancy tube in her hand, impatiently waiting for the result.

Wanda's legs were involuntarily shaking as she kept blinking her eyes at the object in her left hand. And soon, it was about time to see the result. She closed her eyes tightly before gradually opening it to see what her fate was.

"Wanda." A thick loud voice called from the other side of the bathroom door. The voice startled Wanda to the core, almost dropping the tube on the floor. "Shit!" She exclaimed with a fearful tone.

"Get the hell out here now!" The male voice added. It was Andrew, Wanda's cruel husband. "Wanda, open the damn door right now!" He yelled at the top of his thick voice again, hitting the door continuously.

"I-i coming..." Wanda stammered, trying to get hold of herself. Her hands were shaking and sweaty. "I will be right outside." She stood up from the water closet adjusting her bum shorts. But before Wanda could take a look at the tube, the door banged open heavily.

"You dirty little b*tch" Anderson cursed and walked angrily towards Wanda furiously. Wanda quickly hid the tube behind her as he grabbed her hair, pulling it furiously.

"An-Anderson, let me g-goo!" Wanda pleaded, her voice echoing pain but he didn't care. "You good for nothing woman. You will pay for the embarrassment I faced today." Said Anderson as he pulled and dragged Wanda by her hair out of the bathroom.

Anderson flanged Wanda on the floor, pounced on her, and strangled her. "How could you not give me an heir? We have been married for three years now." 

Wanda gasped for air, fighting Anderson to be freed but he seemed too strong for her. Seeing how weak Wanda is becoming, Anderson freed her and furiously stood beside her cursing, "You are as useless as nothing."

Wanda grasped for her heavily and coughed terribly. She tried to sit up and leaned her back to the bedframe holding the pregnancy tube tightly on her hand.

Anderson walked towards the drawer by the bedside and brought out an envelope, he angrily tore the tip and brought out a white paper.

"Here, sign it," Anderson instructed, flanging the paper on Wanda's weak body.

Wanda weakly took the paper, her eyes suddenly went wide. She managed to catch her breath yet her heart beats faster than she can count. 'what! Divorce?' she thought silently to herself. She managed to raise her head to look at the man standing before her.

"You have two hours to sign the divorce before I get back or else..." Said Anderson, he then used his right hand to rightly move it across by his Adam's apple, signaling he would end her life.

Anderson stormed out of the room feeling frustrated and angered. The door banged behind him loudly and made Wanda quiver.

Tears filled Wanda's eyes almost falling on the divorce paper. She quickly wiped it out with her fingers. Wanda couldn't believe she would face all this maltreatment from marrying her best friend. Wanda and Anderson had loved each other since they were in high school. They were best of friends and agreed to marry each other but it seemed the grass wasn't greener on the other end of the side.

Wanda read through the divorce paper which had a few conditions attached to it; 1. She is only entitled to one million dollars in alimony. 2. The divorced can't get back to each other no matter what until after five years.

Wanda's eyes widened again in shock. How could Anderson be this cruel? Does he hate me so much to want to distance himself from me? Lost in thoughts, the recurring noise from the living room snapped her out of her thoughts. Wanda staggered and managed to lift herself holding the bed frame to support herself up on her feet. She lazily walked towards the door and held the paper with little concern. She opened the door and walked through the hallway and down the stairs to the living room.

Anderson sat on the couch, his voice bright and sharp as if vibrantly chatting with the lady by his side. "Soo, we will be together. I can't stand another minute with that dirty hog." He said with a smiling face.

The lady noticed the arrival of Wanda and quickly acted like a bitch that she is. "Oh, my Anderson. You know I love you and will do anything for you." She said with a mischievous tone, looking at Wanda with irritated eyes. Her lips curved downward.

Wanda stood before them looking shocked. She couldn't believe her eyes. She tried to find the right words to say but her heartbeat was so loud that she couldn't hear any other thing.

Anderson spoke with a mocking voice, "Who will want to be with a barren woman." His eyes rolled as he spoke with a harsh tone.

Those words pierce deep into Wanda's heart. She felt like a thousand Niddle had been injected into her heart. Tears began to roll down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"How ...how could you do this to me, Agnes?" Wanda finally spoke with a trembling voice. "I thought you were my best friend. How could you ..."

"How could I what, Wanda?" Agnes argued back fiercely. "Who knows maybe you are truly barren." She added, rolling her eyes mockingly at Wanda before turning to Anderson and robbing his chest. "Darling, if it is a child you want, I will give it to you." She said with a mischievous smile.

"Oh babe, I trust you. That's why I love you." Anderson spoke, softly pinched Agnes's cheek like a child.

Wanda broke down with heavy tears, her heart felt like exploding right now. She began to feel uneasy and breathe difficultly like an asthma patient. She managed to summon courage and went back to the room. And with the little strength in her, she took the pen and signed the divorce paper without thinking twice.

Wanda began to pack her stuff into her box. Putting everything she could lay her hands on that belonged to her. She gazed at the closet to make make she had packed all her stuff and not to leave anything behind. As soon as she made sure everything was set, she picked up her box and left the room without turning back.

Anderson and Agnes were seated in the living when Wanda walked towards them with her box. She stood before them and placed the divorce paper on the center table of the living room. "Here, I have signed the divorce paper." She said with a sad tone.

"Finally, I will be free from the witch." Said Anderson. He pulled away a little from Agnes who was lying on his chest. "I will transfer you one million dollars into your account before stepping out of the house." He added and brought out his mobile phone from his jeans pocket.

Wanda looked at Agnes with a regretful eye before dragging her box out of their sight. Before she could step out of the house, her phone buzzed. She already knew it was an alert from Anderson so didn't bother to check it. Wanda stepped out of the house with her head held high.

Wanda stood outside the mansion but there wasn't any cab available to pick her up. 

Anderson felt like a heavy burden had been taken off his chest. He felt happy to have finally divorced Wanda. He stood up and went straight into his room with Agnes. 

Meanwhile, Wanda stood for about ten minutes before a black Mercedes Benz gG Classicparked in front of her. "Do you need a ride?" The man behind the wheel spoke, winding down his glass.

Wanda was hesitant to answer but the sun was hot outside and she couldn't bear it burning her skin. "Yes." She answered. "Come in." The man instructed. And Wanda entered the car.

Anderson was already lying on top of Agnes and was about to make love when his eyes caught something on the pillow. He picked it up and with a great shock it was the pregnancy tube. The result should be positive. Wanda was pregnant. 

"What the ..." Anderson spoke with great shock. "What have I done?" He asked regrettably. Agnes was stunned by his sudden words.

"What is .."

Agnes asked but Anderson was already on his feet and almost at the door.

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