Hi, readers. I apologize regarding my work as it didn't go as how everyone wanted. Not all story is meant to have an happy ending. Regardless to some errors here and there in my chapters, I still hope it was worth the read. please note, The Ex-Husband Returns; A Second Chance At love. Wasn't meant to satisfy the readers idea of how to enjoy a romantic life. Though mitt was meant to inform that some people lives take turns like this in a miraculous way. My work was plainly in fiction. however to those who weren't satisfied with this book, I create a new work Ex-wife Sweet: Revenge She strikes back! It's an exclusive book which the chapters update would be regular to the end. Just so you know it's going to have some free chapters here and there and also would satisfy the readers here and there. I hope you find my new work intresting! Thanks for reading and sorry to those who didn't like my work, I'm not delusional, just an imaginary writer :)
Inside the first gynecologist room, Carmela Martins sat in a state of panic, her hands tightly clasped together. She and her husband, Max Atom, had been married for five years, yet the one thing they yearned for—their own child—had eluded them.It had been a long time since Carmela last saw her period, so she hurried to the hospital, her heart heavy with worry. After a quick pregnancy test, she anxiously awaited the results, her mind filled with hope and fear.The door swung open, and a man in a white coat, wearing rectangular glasses, entered with the test result in his hand. He walked past Carmela and sat down before her, his expression serious yet compassionate. Adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he could sense the mix of anticipation and anxiety in the room."Mrs. Atom, I have the results," he said gently, his voice filled with empathy. Carmela's heart raced as she held her breath, her eyes locked on the doctor, desperately searching for answers."What is it, Doct
Last night, Carmela couldn't sleep in her husband's bed. Instead, she stayed in the visitor's room, tossing and turning, unable to find rest. It wasn't because of what Max said, but because of the kiss that kept haunting her thoughts. The memory of it kept replaying in her mind, making it impossible for her to find peace.After witnessing the disturbing scene at Nichole's apartment last night, Carmela couldn't bear to face Max or even look him in the eyes. She felt disgusted and betrayed, and she decided to pretend to be asleep when Max approached her."Are you awake, Carmela?" Max's gentle voice called out.As Max sat beside her, gently caressing her face, Carmela resisted the urge to open her eyes. His touch made her uneasy, and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her vulnerable."Your home," Carmela pretended to show concern."Yes, I came in late last night. You didn't sleep in bed. What happened?" Max asked in a dry tone.Feeling a mix of emotions, Carmela li
Carmela couldn't believe her eyes - her best friend, Nichole, was wearing the same red queenly gown, adorned with shiny diamonds and almonds, just like her.She glanced at Max, who stood solemnly by her side, admitting that he had invited Nichole. The audacity of him to bring his affair to his grandmother's anniversary left Carmela seething with anger."Wow, you guys wore the same dress," Grandma Atom exclaimed, looking at Carmela and Nichole's dresses.Nichole laughed, covering her mouth with her hand and waving her wig in the air. "Oh my goodness, I had no idea you would wear the dress. I hope you're not angry, Carmela?"As Max and Grandma Atom looked expectantly at Carmela, she felt torn inside. Her anger wanted to lash out at Max and confront Nichole, but she knew she had to put on a fake smile."No... no, I don't mind. I don't even like the dress. Red is not my color," she replied, forcing herself to chuckle, and Grandma Atom seemed to appreciate her response.As they continued ch
The room brightened as a ray of sunlight slipped through the curtains, gently caressing Carmela's face and filling the space with warmth and comfort.Feeling the rays of light, Carmela sensed a glimmer of hope and optimism, as if the universe was assuring her that everything would be alright.She stirred on the bed, pulling the bedspread closer for a cozy embrace. Slowly, she opened her eyes, greeted by the breathtaking sky outside.With a gentle yawn, Carmela sat up and tenderly placed her hand on her stomach. "Good morning, world. Good morning, baby. I promise I'll give you the best of myself," she whispered, feeling a strong connection with the little life growing within her.Sitting at the edge of the bed, she reached for her phone on the table, sliding it open to embrace a new day.The bright light from Carmela's phone illuminated her face, reminding her that she had missed the time to meet her lawyer. She had signed the divorce papers and wanted to hand them over to the lawyer, l
Nichole and Max held unto each other on the floor, like they were some sort of couple. However, Carmela stood right in front staring at these two betrayal.“You’ll believe her over your wife?” Carmela strikes her chest, in pain. She couldn’t believe that her husband would voice out at her in such a manner.To the extent of not letting her say her part of the story. “Isn’t it obvious? Or do you want us to go to the police station? She can press charges and I would testify as well that I saw you try to hurt her.” Max glared hard at her, his eyes almost piercing out of its socket.Even though Max and Carmela had been together for 5 to 6 years now, never for once has he ever yelled at her or regarded her resolve useless. The man standing right in front of her wasn’t her husband anymore, but her best friend.“You tried to kill her. Who knows what would have happened if I didn’t get here early.” The way he spoke sounded like a threat to Carmela’s hearing and by the looks of things, she had
Six years had passed, and Carmela had finally found herself. She had left the city of Winchester, but not before getting a divorce from Max. It took a while for the divorce to be settled, as Max didn't want to let her go, still having two minds. But in the end, she won and she was able to move on with her life. She started a new life in a small town called Springdale. It was a quiet town, and she liked it that way. She didn't want any drama or excitement in her life. She just wanted to live a simple, peaceful life.Carmela's twins, a boy, and a girl, were a source of joy and light in her life. She named the boy Noah and the girl Hannah. They were both bright, happy children, and they loved their mother very much. Carmela was devoted to them, and she loved spending time with them. She was glad to be able to give them a happy, stable home, which was something she had not had as a child. Noah and Hannah were always curious about their father, but Carmela never told them anything about h
The next day, Carmela went to work as usual. She tried to focus on her job, but she couldn't stop thinking about the shadow she had seen the night before. Had it really been there, or was she just imagining things? And if it had been real, what did it mean? Was someone watching her? She shivered again.Just then, her boss, Pedro, walked into her office. "Hey Carm," he said. "How's it going?""Fine," she said, forcing a smile. "How's it going for you?""Pretty good," he said.Pedro hesitated for a moment, then said, "Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner with me this weekend. I know a great little Italian place, and I think you'd really like it."Carmela's heart skipped a beat. She knew she should say no because Pedro has always been nice to her, since she entered this firm and decided to work with him on several works here and there.She didn't want to lead him on, and she didn't feel that way about him. But at the same time, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. "Tha
Hi, readers. I apologize regarding my work as it didn't go as how everyone wanted. Not all story is meant to have an happy ending. Regardless to some errors here and there in my chapters, I still hope it was worth the read. please note, The Ex-Husband Returns; A Second Chance At love. Wasn't meant to satisfy the readers idea of how to enjoy a romantic life. Though mitt was meant to inform that some people lives take turns like this in a miraculous way. My work was plainly in fiction. however to those who weren't satisfied with this book, I create a new work Ex-wife Sweet: Revenge She strikes back! It's an exclusive book which the chapters update would be regular to the end. Just so you know it's going to have some free chapters here and there and also would satisfy the readers here and there. I hope you find my new work intresting! Thanks for reading and sorry to those who didn't like my work, I'm not delusional, just an imaginary writer :)
Nineteen years had passed since the tragic events that had changed Carmela's life forever. She sat in a crowded seminar room, surrounded by strangers who were all there for the same reason - to share their stories and heal. A man opposite her asked a question that caught her off guard. "How did you know that all you had dreamed was true to what was happening in reality?" Carmela took a deep breath before answering. "My vegetative state was a miracle. It allowed me to see and understand things that I had been blind to before. It revealed secrets about my life that I had been unaware of." The woman leading the therapy session nodded sympathetically. "And how are you now? Are you coping?" Carmela hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm alright. It's all in the past." But as she spoke, her voice began to crack, and tears started to well up in her eyes. "I’m sorry…It's just...it pains me that Max didn't get to see his kids grow up. He didn't get to see his babies become adults
Carmela walked confidently up to the podium, her head held high and her chest raised. She signaled to a man in the back of the room, and he nodded, starting the video playback. The screens behind her flickered to life, showing clips of Max and Nichole's affair. The audience gasped in shock and disbelief. Carmela stopped the video and addressed the room, her voice clear and strong. "The two people you just saw in that video are my husband, Max, and my best friend, Nichole." The room erupted into chaos as reporters and attendees started snapping photos and whispering to each other. Carmela raised her hands, and with a dramatic flourish, flung the photos from the podium into the air. The audience scrambled to grab the pictures, their faces filled with shock and gossip. "How can he do such a thing?" someone whispered. "He's the CEO of the company, and also a cheat?” “He's embezzling money for unknown reasons?" Carmela continued, her voice firm. "If you don't want him to embezzle yo
Max sneered, "Even if you know, what are you going to do about it? You don't have any proof." Carmela's hand dove into her purse, and she pulled out a stack of photos, tossing them in Max's face. "Deny it now," she challenged. Max's eyes widened as he raised the pictures, his face pale as he gazed at the evidence of his infidelity - photos of him and Nichole kissing, cuddling, and embracing. He covered his mouth, his hair disheveled as he brushed it back in disbelief. Carmela's voice was firm, "I'm going to divorce you, Max. Be ready." As she turned to walk away, Max grasped her arm, tears already welling up in his eyes. "Please, Carmela, I have my reasons...when you were in a vegetative state, I thought you would never wake up...everyone presumed you dead...it's a miracle you're even pregnant..." Carmela's expression remained unforgiving, her voice cold, "I don't want to hear any sad stories, Max. I'll never come back to you." Max's grip on her arm tightened, his eyes plea
Carmela's voice trembled with emotion as she thanked Pedro, her eyes shining with tears that were about to fall down her eyes. "Thanks, Pedro. Thank you for bringing me these photos. I appreciate your loyalty and discretion." She clutched the envelope tightly, the evidence of her husband Max's infidelity with her best friend Nichole burning a hole in her hand. She couldn’t wait to use this information she had just found on Max, and see how he was going to react. As she turned to leave, Pedro's firm grasp on her arm stopped her. "Carmela, wait," he said, his eyes filled with concern. "What are you going to do with this? You know, with this information?" Carmela's expression turned steely, a hint of determination surging into her voice. "Don't worry about me, Pedro. I know exactly what I'm going to do. I can take care of myself." She patted his hand reassuringly. "You've done enough. Just keep this between us, a favor I would return." With a nod, Pedro released his grip, and Carm
Carmela approached the Sunday Night Cafe, her heart racing with anticipation and a hint of trepidation. She had dressed carefully for the meeting, choosing a simple yet elegant black dress that fell just above her knees. A pair of dark sunglasses perched on her nose, and a lightweight scarf was draped effortlessly around her neck, its ends fluttering in the gentle breeze. The outfit was designed to make her blend in, yet still exude a sense of confidence and poise. As she walked towards the cafe, people milled about on the sidewalk, going about their evening routines. Some cast curious glances her way, but Carmela kept her gaze fixed on the cafe's entrance. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the warm, cozy atmosphere within. The cafe was quieter than she had expected, with only a handful of customers scattered about the room. A few sipped coffee or tea, while others typed away on their laptops or engaged in hushed conversations. Carmela's eye
Carmela's eyes scanned the bustling office, her gaze darting from face to face, searching for a familiar feature or a hint of recognition. She clutched the letter in her hand, the words blurring together as her mind raced with possibilities. She swept her gaze across the room, taking in the laptops and lattes, the hushed conversations and casual laughter. Her eyes lingered on a lone figure in the corner, typing away on their phone, but they seemed oblivious to her presence. She turned her attention to the couple by the window, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes, clearly lost in their own world. Carmela's heart raced as she wondered, could it be a friend, a stranger, or even an enemy waiting to reveal a secret about her husband Max? The anonymity of the letter only added to the mystery, and Carmela's sense of urgency grew with each passing moment. Carmela stood up, her heart still racing from the anticipation, and made her way towards the lady who had delivered the
“What? Are you not happy to see me?” Nichole exclaims covering her mouth with her hands. She flings her randomly. “Why are you looking like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Well, Carmela wasn’t expecting her assistant to be Nichole. Why was it that Nichole was just everywhere in her life? How could Carmela completely remove Nichole? “Well because I’ve just seen one.” Carmela rolled her eyes. Not only was she surprised but also was she startled a bit. “Stop with the silly jokes. I did all this for you, you know…” Nichole opened her hands to hug her but was stopped halfway, Carmela frowning her lips a little disgusted. “when you were in that bed, I felt really bad and I couldn’t bear to see your spot taken away from you.” Nichole wrinkled her face like she was about to cry. It was all pretense and Carmela knew it. She could not be deceived once more. She knew all Nicholes's tactics and wasn’t going to fall for it once more. “So you stepped in,” Carmela speaks nodding her head towards h
The light in the room lightened slowly. It has been that last night was a hassle for both Carmela and Max. They were both sleeping peacefully on the comfy bed. Suddenly, Max rolled with a muffled sound. His eyes went open and he moved to the bedside table and looked at the time. He returned back and sighed briefly then turned to Carmela sleeping close to him. He didn’t know why she was this attractive now she was sleeping. They had been married together for more than 5 years, and even though he knew she didn’t have a child for him, he still loved her. He hated the fact that his family members didn’t like her after all she sacrificed just to please them. Soon, Carmela began to wake as he was still lost in thoughts. “Ohh…” When Carmela's eyes met with him, her heart skipped a beat. Her hands ran to her chest. “you scared me. Why are you up this early? And why are you looking at me like that? It creeped the hell out of me.” Carmela adjusted back away from him, a concerned loo