THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND

BEATRICE:“Sign the divorce papers like what we agreed,” Drake, my husband, ordered, shoving the divorce papers in my hand. We were supposed to be watching a romantic movie in the living room like what he said, but his mood suddenly changed. Was it because of the movie? He asked me to come here because of the divorce. “B-Babe…” was all I could while my lips trembled.I was already expecting this day. A couple of years ago, he also wanted to divorce me. We came to an agreement to give ourselves another time. And now…But why did it still hurt? "I tried to wait for you, Beatrice, but I don't have all the time in the world. I'm a busy man. I'm not getting any younger."“You think I am not?” Tears simmered in my eyes as I continued to stare at the divorce papers. What would my family think after this? Mom will hate me. They will disown me. It was never tolerated in the family to have any divorce. And if this will push through, I will be the first Watson in the family. My relatives wi

BEATRICE:It was our family dinner which happened once a month. It was also a month since Drake stepped out of the house, bringing the papers with him. I already received a copy of the divorce paper. With my ex-husband out of my life, I no longer bothered to find the man in the picture.The best thing to do would be to move on.Grandfather who would usually host the dinner was absent and said he wanted to rest instead. Yeah. He should. He was already seventy years old, and his body ached all over.Lyndon, the third child among the children of seven who was next to Everette, was watching us through an online app since he was living abroad and was also working there as an engineer. He was eating too in his pad. Mom had been nagging him to return but he had a lot of excuses saying he could not leave his firm. For all I knew, he was enjoying his single life without Mom dictating him. He also did not want to be arranged to marry someone whom he did not know like what Everette and I experie

BEATRICE:Five years later…“Who is Mommy’s favorite?” I asked Grayson, my five-year-old son and I was about to go home after dining in a nearby restaurant. After knowing I was pregnant, in the long run, I was forced to sell my ex-husband’s house and move into a smaller apartment. For my siblings not to be dragged into my problems, I cut my contact with them. I could not afford that they would also lose everything because they sided with me. Grayson raised his hand. “Me! Me!” he said excitedly while bouncing up and down. “Who is Grayson’s favorite?” he asked in return. I acted as if I was thinking. "Hmm. I wonder who Grayson's favorite is.""It's you, Mommy! You're my favorite of all. I love you so much, Mommy! You're the best thing in the world."My heart fell at his sweetness. "I love you, too, Grayson. Did you have a good time with Mommy, today?"We just came from his school and after seeing the restraint, he dragged me inside while saying he was hungry. Grayson was my male vers

BEATRICE:What the…What was his deal? Why did Drake say I was still his wife?"We are no longer married, Grayson," I corrected before my son could get any ideas. He was smart for his age and I knew he would be able to catch up with what was happening. Or what it meant. Drake stepped forward, lifting his hand, but stopped in the middle, as if he was reminded that he had no right to touch us. "Beatrice...is there something you want to tell me?" he asked. Do you want to confirm that Grayson was your son?"What would I tell you?" I inquired. “Do you want me to tell you that I've been living great for the whole five years? Yes, I did. I was fine during those years. I was happy and met a lot of people who never left me.”There was something that crossed in his eyes before it disappeared. "Other than that? The truth?"He wanted to know if Grayson was his? Then, he had to think about it a million times until he would get mad. "Mommy?" Grayson called, getting my attention. Looking down,

BEATRICE:I was about to slam the door in front of my ex-husband, but Drake was able to stop me by blocking the door. Ugh. He was too strong. No matter how much I used all my strength, he would not budge at all. “What are you doing?”"Aren't I the one who should be asking that? Are you running away from me?" he asked. "Are you guilty?"Anger shook my whole system. The audacity!He had the guts to taunt me and what?“Let go before I will kick your balls until you would never be able to use your dick,” I threatened. With hesitation, he let go of the door. “Beatrice. Can we talk?”"I don't entertain visitors, Drake,” I growled. “So the best thing you should do is to turn back to where you’ve been and go back. Forget that you located me.”No matter what I do, he would always locate me, right? "Where is Grayson?" he asked and peered at the inside. Before he could fully see what was the interior of the apartment, I stepped outside and slammed the door shut. "Why are you looking for my