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, leaving him to deal with Max. After that, she planned to head straight to the airport. Carmela had made up her mind the night before to leave Winchester behind, seeking a new chapter in her life.Just then, she heard a loud knock on the door, and she hurried to see who it was. It turned out to be Nichole, and Carmela realized that Max hadn't returned home since the previous night."Who is it?" Carmela asked, puzzled by the incessant knocking. She opened the door, and there stood Nichole, dressed casually in blue jeans, a black polo, a cap, and white sneakers. Carmela couldn't help but wonder why she had come so early in the morning. If it was about Max, then he hadn't come back home all night."Nichole, why are you here so early?" Carmela frowned."Am I not welcome in your house anymore? Anyways, sorry for coming so early in the morning," Nichole replied shortly, walking past Carmela, who hesitated to let her in. "I heard that you're intending to divorce Max," Nichole said, scanning the room with her eyes."Yes, don't I have a reason to?" Carmela nagged, but Nichole didn't seem interested in arguing. She appeared rather pleased that they were divorcing, and if she could make Carmela leave instantly, she would gladly comply."Chill, girl. We've been friends forever, and I don't know why you didn't tell me first before deciding to bring up the idea of divorcing that loving man." Nichole's tone softened slightly, trying to appeal to their long-lasting friendship."I'm sorry. I was feeling really on edge," Carmela said, catching her breath and relaxing against the wall, her arms crossed."What's going on with you? Is your husband cheating on you?" Nichole approached her, trying to act concerned."No, it's not that... you don't need to know. I'll be alright; you don't need to be bothered about me," Carmela replied, her eyes fixed on Nichole."Okay," Nichole raised her hand, signaling that she was giving up on prying further. "Anyways, I need something from you."Carmela knew that Nichole had frequently sought her help ever since she found out that Carmela married a wealthy man. And this time was no exception. Nichole pleaded with her, clasping her hands together, asking for another loan."I need $100; it's for something urgent," Nichole said."It's okay, no need to be so dramatic. Let me go get it for you," Carmela said, walking away from the room.As Nichole waited for Carmela's return, she grew impatient. Soon, her phone began to ring, and she picked it up with a beam on her face."Hey, babe," she greeted the masculine voice on the other end of the line."Hey, have you gotten the money yet?" The man's voice was impatient, as if he couldn't wait any longer."She just went in to get the money for me. I spoke with her, and she's determined to get a divorce. Isn't that great? I can't wait for her to divorce and take her place instead," Nichole laughed, relishing her devious plans."Our plans are working perfectly fine. Just get the money," the man replied."At least we can finally be together.." Before Nichole could finish speaking, she felt a presence and turned her head, her heart pounding as she saw Carmela standing behind her, looking at her with disbelief."How long have you been standing there?" Nichole asked Carmela nervously."Long enough to hear all your conversations so far," Carmela's voice was cold. She had overheard everything, and she couldn't stay still and do nothing."Tell me. Since when have you been involved with my man?" Carmela rushed towards Nichole, pushing her chest repeatedly. Fear was evident in Nichole's eyes."I-It's not what you think," Nichole stammered as her back finally hit the wall."Do you think I wouldn't find out? The disappearances, the fake business trips, the dress. You didn't even try to hide it! When I wanted so badly to believe that my best friend wouldn't betray me and sleep with my husband, I just couldn't." Tears welled up in Carmela's eyes."Carmela, calm down. I can explain," Nichole pleaded, but Carmela was filled with rage. Her hands were already gripping Nichole's sleeves as if she wanted to strangle her."How could you!!" Carmela screamed at the top of her voice.As the two engaged in a struggle, they heard a car stop in front of the house, and Nichole realized it was Max's vehicle. She pushed Carmela away, rushed to a glass cup, and in a moment of desperation, she picked it up, broke it, and cut her skin, causing herself to bleed and fall to the ground. The door swiftly flew open, and Max appeared before them both."What's going on here? Carmela, what have you done?!" Max yelled coldly. Before Carmela could reply, Nichole cried out, "I was trying to persuade her not to divorce you. I was telling her that your business was going to bounce back and nothing would happen to the company, but she attacked me."Nichole continued crying, while Carmela struggled to stand up and speak, but Max cut her off, saying, "Shut up." His words were harsh and final. The truth seemed to be evident to him. "Now I know that what they said is true. You married me because of my money! Bring the divorce papers, and I will sign them here and now."Nichole's tears flowed, and Carmela's legs gave way beneath her, overwhelmed with sorrow, unable to believe what was happening.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