All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Is My Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Before I can keep reminiscing, a tornado comes to disrupt my peace. "Dad forgot me!" my daughter shouts all of a sudden, bursting into my room with a lunchbox on her hand. She's breathing hard, "I literally ran after his damn car, but he never even looked my way." "He was running late," I explain with a chuckle, keeping my covers up to my chin so she doesn't realize I'm naked, "I'll drive you. Wait in the car." Bobbie grumbles, still pissed, but she leaves. I stretch again and I go put on some clothes before driving my daughter to the same school we went to."I won't let this go," Bobbie threatens, just as vindictive and resentful as her father, "This is the second time he forgets to take me somewhere. But if he ever forgets to pick me up again, then he's really dead." "I won't let that incident happen again, I promise you," I say, shaking my head and remembering last year, when he forgot to pick her up from school so she sat outside waiting for two hours before I realized his mi

I can't believe this is happening. I have absolutely no words, so I just stare at him. "I understand this is awful, but I don't want to be a liar or hide things," he continues, sighing. My delicious chicken Alfredo is now forgotten, because my appetite has gone to hell, "I wasn't ready to tell you this yet, though, I needed to think about it some more." I take a deep breath and open my mouth to speak, but I stop when I hear big steps approaching. Bobbie. Farrow gets up and takes a seat again, before she asks questions. "I decided to eat, but just a little bit," she says when she enters the kitchen and sees us sitting at the breakfast table, then she frowns, "What? The vibes feel very weird in here." "Nothing. Here, have this," I say and offer her my mostly untouched food, "I'll go get another plate. We're having a serious conversation." "Oh, serious," she mocks me before grabbing the plate and leaving again. In a while, she'll come back down to grab something to drink. And then a

“Chill out, mother,” Bobbie lets out like I’m the most annoying person she’s had the displeasure to meet, but her bitchy tone makes me relax a bit, “My coach got into a car accident earlier. She’s fine, but today’s practice got cancelled.” “Oh... do you want to spend some time with your dad in the meantime or do you want me to pick you up?” “Uncle Nico drove me to the new center so I could hang out with Dad, but he’s not here either. I've looked everywhere,” she complains, annoyed, “Now Uncle Nico is busy too and I want to leave. I don’t know anyone here.” “Okay, I’ll be there soon,” I say, frowning because that is very, very strange. There’s nowhere Farrow could be at this hour except one of his two training centers. “What was that about?” My dad asks when I get up from the couch. For a second, I think about the possibility of telling my dad about the situation and asking if this is actually a man thing or what, but before I can open my mouth, we hear footsteps approaching. It

As I fill my suitcase with everything that seems important, I wonder why I'm not crying. I think it's because this is just extremely unexpected. In every single way. I still don't think it's actually happening, and if it IS actually happening... is so fucking ridiculous. So stupid. We've known each other for almost nineteen years. We've been together for fourteen and we have a thirteen year old daughter... but the guy I fell in love with and had a daughter with is not that guy out there, so why should I cry? My Farrow must be lost in a different dimension as well. I'm almost done with my suitcase when I feel him walking inside. "I'm really sorry, Sky," he whispers gently. That voice sounds like the Farrow I know, so my whole body stops for a second, "I know I did things wrong. I shouldn’t have fucked her yet, I should've told you first... I'm so... I'm just SO into her, Sky. And there is a reason why, but I don't know how to say it without hurting your feelings. I would

A few minutes later when I leave the room, I find Hope waiting for me right outside of the bathroom. “Where’s your mate? I didn’t know you could survive without his tongue all the way in your throat,” I murmur bitterly. Hope gives me a pitiful look, “What? I’m joking.” “Right,” she laughs drily, “Well, you look like you could blow up at any moment, but I admire how well you’re handling this. I would be in jail by now.” Yes, she would. “Let’s go pressure those old ladies to get the food ready,” she says and starts walking knowing I will just follow her. As always. A couple of my dad’s closest friends have arrived now, so the loud party has been moved to the backyard. Hope doesn’t leave my side for even a second once we’re there and whenever someone tries to bring Farrow up, Hope finds a way to change the subject and save me. Because that’s me, always in need of saving. I don’t have a backbone or balls to stand up for myself, not even now that I’m a grown woman. “I’m