All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I studied my reflection in the mirror, taking note of the sage green dress I’d saved up money to buy. It was my anniversary and I wanted to surprise my husband at the office. The dress was fabulous and I knew my husband, Alexander would love it. He usually liked dresses that clung to me and showed all my curves. “You look wonderful, ma’am.” One of the maids who was helping get dressed commented. “That’s what I thought. Thank you, Sarah.” I did a little twirl to check myself out one more time. Tonight had to be perfect. “Open my jewelry box and get me that necklace with diamond studs.”She brought it to me. Quickly, I put them on and ten minutes later, I was done and making my way to the bus station. Alexander was yet to get me a car so I used public transportation for the time being. I tried not to dwell on the fact that he’d just gotten himself his third car while I was yet to get one. He was in my life, that was all that should matter. It was all that mattered, actually. I l

“What did you do to her?!” Alex yelled at me as he went to a screaming Isabelle… that’s what I’d heard him call her. “Nothing.” I was at loss for words. I had not even touched her. She was the one who had made it seem like I pushed her. “Why are you lying?! I saw your hands on her!” He yelled. “Stop yelling at me Alex. I did nothing to her.” Why would he not believe me? Did he value her that much? Was he in love with her that much? “I’m sorry, Isa. I need to take you to the hospital.” Alex began to lift her into his hands. “Please take me to Cross Star Hospital, I know the owner, he’s my doctor. Please, take me there.” Isabelle requested, still screaming and crying like the world had come crashing on her. She was being melodramatic. “Don’t just stand there! Make yourself useful and get me my car keys!” He harshly ordered. I almost jumped out of my skin in fear, but went to do as he’d said. I went to grab his car keys and followed him into his car and all the way to the

The clicks of a camera shutter followed me as soon as the door of my vehicle opened. Being a renowned figure was a big achievement for me. It reminded me of the sweaty days and troubled nights I’d sacrificed to ensure I got back on my feet…on my own.I’d spent two years in jail for a crime I never committed and those two years of my life were spent hating the man who had me thrown in that gloomy cell and trying to keep my sanity going. Suffering for a crime one was innocent of was enough to make that person lose their mind but I’d held on to mine because it was the only thing I had left — my mind. I’d channeled it into anger, revenge and making plans on what I was going to do to achieve my dreams and get rich so I would not have to sell myself and my freedom as I’d done in the past. It was five years ago. Three years ago, I’d been made a free woman and my struggle for a better life started. I was just so grateful to have succeeded. Not or have given up despite the overwhelming c

(Alexander's POV) I felt my heart race as my mother's words replayed in my head. "Why not take Isabelle to the party? Why haven’t you made time for her and Lyvanne? What's going on?" Each conversation with her lately served as a painful reminder of my shortcomings. I felt like I was failing as a son and as a partner. I glanced at James, who was busy drafting an email to Isabelle, sending her the invitation I had promised. I noticed the teasing grin he struggled to suppress behind his usual serious demeanor. He didn’t understand what it was like to be pulled in so many directions, caught between expectations that had never been placed on him. "Why are you being so difficult, Alex?" James asked, looking up at me. "You used to care about this stuff. What’s going on?" I couldn’t respond. I was overwhelmed by a self-hatred that made every breath feel burdensome. The truth was, I couldn’t shake off the memory of that guard’s mocking expression, the way he had looked at me—as if I didn’t

I felt the tension in my chest as I spotted them: Alexander and Isabelle. Together. My heart may have stilled for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of disgust. I hadn’t expected to see them here, but now that I did, I couldn’t ignore the overwhelming anger bubbling inside me. Five years. Five long years since they had shattered my life, and they still believed they had the right to waltz back into my world. I gathered my composure, locking my gaze onto them as they approached, arm in arm. My hands clenched at my sides, but I wouldn’t let them see even a hint of the impact they still had on me. I had spent years building a life I was proud of, and I refused to let them tarnish it. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my tone sharper than I had intended. Isabelle blinked, her eyes feigning innocence, but I could see the malice beneath the surface. "Oh, we just thought we’d stop by again," she replied, her gaze lingering on the necklace in my hand. I didn’t respond. My