All Chapters of Seducing My Ex-husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

 "I'm sick with you, Helga. I want divorce! Divorce! Can't you understand that? Let's stop this. Let us be done with this misery! Because I'm done with you." Tears streams freely down my lashes. His stabbing words hurts my heart over and over again. How many times did I heard him say this? Two? Four? Five? I lost count. Disappointed? It wasn't new, after spending a year with him, disappointment was never a foreign feeling. And everytime he brought this up, I never agree. No matter how many times did he broke my trust. Even if thousands of needle seems like piercing my chest, still I chose to hold on. "No, Martin. What's the problem? Don't casually mention divorce. Let's fix it, okay?"

I turned my back and quickly hailed a cub. I don't want to hear what Patricia wanted to say. Yes, I'm a coward. My grip on the paper bag tightened. Inside lays the lunch box I repaired for my husband. I hope he'll like it.  I straighten the wrinkled part of my dress before heading to the front desk. Martin works in an entertainment company as a manager. He was always busy. So, sometimes he tends to forget to eat his lunch. Martin is very dedicated when it comes to working. He's a workaholic which makes me adore him more.  "Good morning ma'am, is that for Sir Martin?" asked the lady sitting behind the front desk. I forced a br

 I feel weak and sore. My body feels very heavy. As if a huge boulder was pressed against me. I can't even move a finger without feeling discomfort. What happened? My eyes frantically scanned my whole being. Just then the disturbing memory of being thrown into the window flashed before my eyes.  I-im....okay? The white ceiling and the smell of disinfectant calmed my panicking spirit.  I tried to stand up but a groan escaped my dry lips. I held back a gasped from the sudden stabbing pain that comes from my stomach. I barely moved but it hurts a lot. There is also a stinging feeling running all over my skin, it feels really weird and uncomfortable. 

I wake up feeling the warmth on my waist. My eyes automatically settled in my stomach only to see a small kitten curled up into a ball, peacefully sleeping. Chasing my sleepiness away. My lips twitched. "My little ancestor you even used me as a bed. Where is your master?" Finding myself silly, a soft chuckle escaped my lips. Cats doesn't know how to understand human language. Nevertheless, they look so cute, even without doing anything. "You look so peaceful, I feel jealous." I carefully leaned against the headboard. While making sure that I won't stir the cute kitty awake. My fingers unconsciously stroke its fur. Just as I expected it was soft and silky. It's very nice to touch. Just as I was enjoying the peaceful moment, the door creaked open. It must be the man who owned this naughty cat. I paid him no mind and continue stroking the cat. 

I peered at Martin's ring finger through my lashes. The ring that symbolizes our union is missing. It was gone and someday he will place another ring from another woman. Thinking about that possibility made my insides protest. A man would only remove his ring when they saw someone better. And maybe he did with Nadia. Martin's ice cold face remained stern. As if he never gives a damn about everything. I trace his brows, to the corner of his light green eyes using my shaking finger. These orbs used to look at me with love. Once upon a time, I am the only woman who can enter in this pair of eyes. It used to linger on my bare self. Never leaving me, how can that change so fast. I put my hands away and place it on my lap.

 The night after that, I talked to Patricia. I cried for the whole night together with the dark as a company. She knows how broke I was. She witnessed how I attempted to starve myself thinking everything was, but a dream. That it will end but the pain reminds me that I'm deceiving myself again. "We're done. It's all over, Patricia." But I never once saw any pity in her eyes which I am thankful for. I was consoled by her presence and patience. She'll just articulate, "It's okay. You tried your best. There's nothing to regret about. So no need to put your make-up on everyday." I nodded and convinced myself that she's right.

My eyes are glued at the mole under his lashes. Martin's face has a tinged of pink that made his usually sharp feature a shade softer. It was as if he was a whole different person. At that very moment not a single word was heard. A silent fire of passion started burning in my veins. In the brightly lit room, only the sounds of our deep intertwined breathing could be heard. As if the one word that he said made all the uncertainties and pain fly out the window. Only leaving a deep sense of longing. Or maybe I'm making a fool of myself again. Darkness was slowly enveloping the city with the blanket of the night. Stars peek out of the thick clouds like naughty fireflies up in the sky.  Martin

 "Hey, are you okay? What are you dazing there for? Thirdy is already looking for you downstairs. May I remind you we still have a schedule to follow." I blinked and turned to Patricia who was now frowning in front of me. I raised my brow at her and cheekily smiled. "I just remembered something suddenly. Are all the necessary documents ready? Have you told, Tita about this?" "Yes get your ass up." Patricia paused. "Are you thinking about him again?" "Pat, I've already moved on. Besides, it's been a while, I have forgiven him. Even if I meet him, I wouldn't even remember his face. I have Thirdy now. He's enough."  I uncomfortably smile. Ho

 I have no idea how I got home. Nor do I know how I managed to drive back home safely. It was as if I could no longer control what I am doing, like a puppet, depending on a puppeteer to move. 'Martin died, Helga.' Only those three word keeps on flashing inside my mind. Like a broken record it was endlessly playing. Tormenting my slowly collapsing soul. I'm still longing for his warmth. I still want to see him, feel him. But those three words shattered my hopeless wish. I absentmindedly took my cellphone when it rang. Patricia is calling. The phone vibrated three times before my finger unconsciously took a slide across the screen.

I stayed rooted on my spot. With shaking  legs I reach the tightly shut elevator. The palm of my hands are wet from cold sweat. My eyes frantically search for the floor they are going. They are heading down. They are about to leave! In panick, I repeatedly push the button until the lift opened. There already two people standing inside. My heart is beating so fast and hard, To the point that I can hear it thumping just beside my ear. "Maybe I should have use the stairs instead!" I started walking back and forth inside the small space until the door parted open. Before anyone could move, I rushed out of the lift to look for their group. After turning left my eyes spot Nadia together with tw