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Story: His Ex Was the Wife
“Helen, after we sign the divorce papers tomorrow, I’ll temporarily move in with Gianna. I promise, once the show finishes filming, we’ll remarry.”
I ignored him and continued to pack my suitcase.
His eyes flashed with worry. “Did you hear what I said?”
I answered with a cold “Yeah.”
“Then why are you packing?”
“Helen, I promise this is the last time. I won’t let her make you unhappy again, okay?”
I stopped what I was doing to meet his gaze.
“Nick, you know you’ve made me unhappy many times, right? Have you truly loved me all these years?”
He gently placed his hands on my shoulders, his thumbs forming small, soothing circles.
“I love you; I’ve loved you since I first saw you at that cafe seven years ago, and that will never change.
“However, Gianna is struggling as a single mother. I simply want to help her. When we got divorced, I promised to always treat her like family.”
I smiled bitterly; I’d heard these exact words countless times, and despite knowing the outcome, I wanted to give him one more chance.
But, inevitably, he let me down again.
I didn’t continue the conversation and simply told him, “I found my birth parents.” They want me to be with them for a while.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “When did this happen?” Why haven’t you told me? What are they like?”
I’d been an orphan since I was a child, having been kidnapped and abandoned before being placed in an orphanage.
After meeting Nick, he assisted me in searching for my parents, but we were unsuccessful.
Cole Harrington, a childhood orphanage friend, assisted me in locating my birth parents a year before.
Nick had divorced me yet again for his ex-wife Gianna Brookridge, so I had no desire to inform him.
Even after we remarried, I lost interest in discussing it with him.
I simply replied, “It doesn’t matter. Go be with Gianna. I will leave on my own.”
“How can it not matter?” he asked, his tone suddenly becoming anxious. They’re also my in-laws. It’s okay if they’re not well-off. After we remarry, I’ll buy them a condo near downtown and close to us, okay?”
I laughed coldly inside; I wanted to tell him that my parents were the wealthiest family in Westvale County and did not need his meagre offerings, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else to him.
I grabbed my luggage and walked out the door.
He followed me and offered to drive me, but just as he got into the driver’s seat, his phone rang.
I clearly saw the screen display: “Wife.”
He looked at me awkwardly and said, “I changed it for the show. “Do not misunderstand.”
“Oh, I called Uber. Answer it. “Do not keep her waiting.”
He looked at me, surprised: “You’ve suddenly become so…”
I smiled. “So indifferent, right? I cared for seven years. Has it made any difference?”
With that, I got into the car I had ordered and drove out of the flat without looking back.
The next morning, at eight thirty, I arrived at the lawyer’s office on time.
I waited for more than 30 minutes before he arrived.
Gianna got out of the car with him.
She apologised to me, saying, “I’m sorry, sweetie. You understand how difficult it is for a divorced woman with a child to break into the entertainment industry. This show is extremely important to me and my child; I…”
I abruptly cut her off, “Enough, let’s not waste time.” “Let us go inside.”
I’ve met Gianna Brookridge several times over the last seven years, and she’s not as innocent or pitiable as she appears; how could a woman who has been in the entertainment industry for ten years be so simple?
So I couldn’t be bothered watching her performance and walked right in.
To my surprise, she followed me inside.
When I saw her eyes fixated on the divorce agreement, I realised she was here to supervise.
In our previous divorces, Nick had always written that he would leave with nothing to give me peace of mind.
But this time, it stated that I would leave with nothing.
I ignored him and continued to pack my suitcase.
His eyes flashed with worry. “Did you hear what I said?”
I answered with a cold “Yeah.”
“Then why are you packing?”
“Helen, I promise this is the last time. I won’t let her make you unhappy again, okay?”
I stopped what I was doing to meet his gaze.
“Nick, you know you’ve made me unhappy many times, right? Have you truly loved me all these years?”
He gently placed his hands on my shoulders, his thumbs forming small, soothing circles.
“I love you; I’ve loved you since I first saw you at that cafe seven years ago, and that will never change.
“However, Gianna is struggling as a single mother. I simply want to help her. When we got divorced, I promised to always treat her like family.”
I smiled bitterly; I’d heard these exact words countless times, and despite knowing the outcome, I wanted to give him one more chance.
But, inevitably, he let me down again.
I didn’t continue the conversation and simply told him, “I found my birth parents.” They want me to be with them for a while.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “When did this happen?” Why haven’t you told me? What are they like?”
I’d been an orphan since I was a child, having been kidnapped and abandoned before being placed in an orphanage.
After meeting Nick, he assisted me in searching for my parents, but we were unsuccessful.
Cole Harrington, a childhood orphanage friend, assisted me in locating my birth parents a year before.
Nick had divorced me yet again for his ex-wife Gianna Brookridge, so I had no desire to inform him.
Even after we remarried, I lost interest in discussing it with him.
I simply replied, “It doesn’t matter. Go be with Gianna. I will leave on my own.”
“How can it not matter?” he asked, his tone suddenly becoming anxious. They’re also my in-laws. It’s okay if they’re not well-off. After we remarry, I’ll buy them a condo near downtown and close to us, okay?”
I laughed coldly inside; I wanted to tell him that my parents were the wealthiest family in Westvale County and did not need his meagre offerings, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else to him.
I grabbed my luggage and walked out the door.
He followed me and offered to drive me, but just as he got into the driver’s seat, his phone rang.
I clearly saw the screen display: “Wife.”
He looked at me awkwardly and said, “I changed it for the show. “Do not misunderstand.”
“Oh, I called Uber. Answer it. “Do not keep her waiting.”
He looked at me, surprised: “You’ve suddenly become so…”
I smiled. “So indifferent, right? I cared for seven years. Has it made any difference?”
With that, I got into the car I had ordered and drove out of the flat without looking back.
The next morning, at eight thirty, I arrived at the lawyer’s office on time.
I waited for more than 30 minutes before he arrived.
Gianna got out of the car with him.
She apologised to me, saying, “I’m sorry, sweetie. You understand how difficult it is for a divorced woman with a child to break into the entertainment industry. This show is extremely important to me and my child; I…”
I abruptly cut her off, “Enough, let’s not waste time.” “Let us go inside.”
I’ve met Gianna Brookridge several times over the last seven years, and she’s not as innocent or pitiable as she appears; how could a woman who has been in the entertainment industry for ten years be so simple?
So I couldn’t be bothered watching her performance and walked right in.
To my surprise, she followed me inside.
When I saw her eyes fixated on the divorce agreement, I realised she was here to supervise.
In our previous divorces, Nick had always written that he would leave with nothing to give me peace of mind.
But this time, it stated that I would leave with nothing.