Semua Bab Till Divorce Do Us Part: Bab 21 - Bab 30

IVYI got dressed and headed downstairs. I ensured that I dressed up in a way that Mark liked, and also in a way that would arouse him.The only person I had told since I got back and got together with Mark that he hadn’t been able to get it up with me was my mum; she was the only one I always confided in anyway. From the sex video I sent to Alexa, she would definitely think that it was me in that video, but it wasn’t.Knowing that Mark was finding it hard to get erected with me, I had to pay someone else to get it done, and thankfully, she did a pretty excellent job.“I just have a lot on my mind going on,” Mark had often told me, but I knew they were all excuses.Before the accident, he could barely get his hands off me. We were always wrapped up in each other’s arms, but now, it seemed as though I was no longer attractive to him. So if Mark couldn’t get erect for me, how did he do it with Alexa? I confronted him about it, and he didn’t bother to deny it, which meant that it was tru

ALEXA“Noelle, I finally know what I want to do now,” I said to Noelle during breakfast.After the encounter with Mark, and oh, I did hide details of it from Noelle when I returned, and thankfully, because of the signed papers, Noelle didn’t prod me much or asked for every single detail. I intentionally skipped the part of Mark kissing me deeply and passionately and almost falling for his charms.Noelle didn’t need to know that.“This is good!” Noelle said happily. She seemed pretty excited, because she had been bugging me to find something I was passionate about.“Throwing yourself into building a career and making a name for yourself is going to help you get over that jerk faster than you can imagine,” Noelle had always said.And now, I was ready.“So what have you concluded?” Noelle asked with anticipation.“Men’s fashion,” I simply answered, and Noelle stared at me as though I was crazy or something.“Huh?” She asked.“Men’s fashion,” I repeated.“Why men’s fashion, Alexa? What do

ALEXAIn the next couple of days, Noelle and I plunged ourselves into opening my brand; from picking out a suitable brand name, to thinking about an office space, to getting designers and creating new designs, or sourcing out social media advertisement, and planning for the brand launch.It was so magical and almost unreal that Noelle’s father had loaned me the money in the twinkle of an eye; as soon as Noelle mentioned it to him.So busy was Noelle and I that I did not even have any spare time to think about Mark, or my divorce, or anything else.“We have to get the bloggers to attend, and of course, I am going to use my father’s influence to get these top businessmen and billionaires to attend,” Noelle told me as I wrote every single thing down.One of the things we had both dedicated ourselves to was ensuring that we put down every single thing we talk about and suggestions. That way, we would not forget anything, and it also helped up plan properly.“Even though we are going to be

MARKI allowed Vector to drag me to Dancing Devils after several other attempts, because it would be good for me.I had been locked up in my house, trying to bury myself in my job to avoid thinking about the conversation I had with my doctor about my sexual competence.“Well, I hope you are not going to sulk the entire time and bore us to death,” Mickey said as the waitress served our drinks.I was specific about what kind of drinks I took. Luckily, no one was ever suspicious why I now preferred some particular choices of drinks over others since the accident, including Vector. To them, they simply thought I was just being like everyone else placing their orders.“I don’t think we have anything to worry about,” Barry said. “His ex-wife will not be turning up tonight, and even if she does and spoils his mood, we will simply switch tables,” he added.“Has Alexa been here ever since that night?” I couldn’t help but ask.I knew that asking might give some type of impression, but I really

ALEXAThe tears flowed freely, and even when Noelle came over to me and joined me on the floor to console me, I could not stop crying.“He rejected my invitation, Noelle,” I said amidst the tears and bitterness.“You are going to hurt yourself if you continue crying like this,” Noelle said, her voice filled with pity and sympathy towards.I had been skeptical about sending an invitation to him because I was scared and worried about being turned down, but I had no idea that it would hurt me this much. My heart was broken into several tiny pieces, and my throat was tight.“I can’t stop crying,” I told Noelle as more tears flowed. “What if he never forgives me? What if I have lost my dad just because of one reckless night at the club?” I asked, my voice breaking as I cried profusely.Noelle figured that if she continued talking, it would likely fall on deaf ears, because she could feel my pain and brokenness from my tears and the sound of my voice. So instead, Noelle gathered me in her a