All Chapters of Superstar's Ex-wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

[Amanda]Abandoning my stilettos and my purse somewhere in the room, I stumbled towards the bed. God, I wanted to get piss drunk and just forget everything. I somehow managed to get up and reach the washroom, my makeup had already been ruined by the tears that refused to stop. I was thankful that I didn’t encounter any paparazzi on the way and that my pity party was only witnessed by Mr. Flenn. I unceremoniously grabbed a tissue paper and rubbed my face with it, roughly, haphazardly. I didn’t care if my reflection looked ugly. This incident felt like a deja vu. I should leave and never return to this place then I belatedly realised that I had nowhere to go. I huffed out a humourless laugh, dark and sarcastic. I gripped the marble sink, my tears mixing with the kohl and tons of foundation that still remained on my face. I wiped my face once again, washed it and changed the dress. Throwing the expensive piece of fabric on th

[Amanda] 2015… I don’t know for how long I stood there, staring at the photo — my husband passionately kissing another woman and by the looks of it, this wasn’t due to any scene or photoshoot. My hand trembled and all of a sudden I felt like I was being choked. Black spots appeared at the peripheral vision. The photos slipped out of my hands and scattered on the floor again as I tried to breathe. My vision turned blurry. I crumbled on the floor, my knees felt like jelly. I gasped for breath. I was well acquainted with this feeling.  I was having a panic attack and I had no one to calm me down. My cheeks were wet with tears and my heart pounded in my chest. What did I expect? That he would stay with me forever? I would have laughed had I not been the one going through this heartbreak. The otherwise silent apartment echoed with my sobs.  I sh

[Amanda] “What?” I asked dumbly. My throat suddenly felt tight. Five years, five fucking years. Yes, I knew his aunt was a mighty pain on the backside. Yes, I knew she hated my guts. Yes, I knew she was the one person who wanted Dominic to date any other girl but me. But I cannot imagine that this woman would go to such undignified and low lengths to remove someone from a person’s life.  I could see that Dominic was regarding me with a grim expression. His eyes were cautious and filled with anticipation. He nodded. “I....came to know about her...hand in our divorce a lot later. After we...separated...maybe a year and a half later.” To think that my family was the only fucked up family in town would be an understatement. His aunt was sick. “How?” the monosyllabic queries were all that I could utter. Still processing the piece of information. He lowered his gaze. “Trust me,

[Dominic] Aunt stared at Amanda sternly as we sat on the opposite side of her work desk at her office. Her eyes then strayed towards me and she gritted, “Why did you bring her? And when did you meet her again?” My fists clenched. She spoke as if Amanda was a non-existent being in the room. However, my ex-wife beat me to it.  “He came to the cafe where I was working. It was my second day at work and he kissed me in public. Haven’t you watched the alleged pictures?” I stared at her in astonishment. Had this been the Amanda 5 years back, she would not even dare to look at aunt, let alone talk to her so boldly. A swift glance at my aunt told me that she shared my surprise.  However, aunt managed to compose herself quickly enough. She glared at her, “Yes. I apparently did, but I did not expect him to take you back.” Her voice clearly held the disdain that he

[Dominic] I stilled at this unprecedented query. I stalled for a moment or two, contemplating whether to tell her the truth or not and then decided to go for the former because if we decided to carry on with this relationship which I am hopeful then I wouldn’t want it to be built upon another set of misunderstandings.  “You were...looking for me?” she asked, perplexed. But she didn’t pull away from my hold, just far enough so that her face was inches away from mine. I nodded mutely, then added, “When I found out the truth, I knew I was too late. Yet I decided to look for you and when I heard that you had moved countries I was...angry.” I gazed at her and my heart squeezed when I saw the crestfallen look on her face. “I was angry with Alessa, on myself and on you so after drowning in rum and beer, I drowned myself with work and strived to succeed in my acting career. With time, I