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Ex Wife, Please One More Chance

Amelia's life took an unexpected turn when she learned that she was diagnosed with a terminal illness that left her only six months to live. Heartbroken and devastated, the last thing she had expected was to be offered a divorce agreement by her husband, Adrian, when she got back home. Given that their contract has expired and his ex-girlfriend, who was also Amelia's stepsister, has returned, Adrian wanted Amelia to make way for her. But the last thing he had expected was what she requested as compensation for the divorce. What did Amelia really request as compensation for the divorce? What happens when Adrian finds out that the reason why he has been keeping his feelings from Amelia was all lies and that who he wants to leave Amelia for isn't who she really is? What happens when Adrian tries to win back the woman who he has neglected and sometimes mistreated for no reason only to find out that she's diagnosed with a terminal illness and that she has only a month remaining to live?
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Chapter 2

*Amelia*

"You heard me right; all I want is for us to live as a real married couple for one more month. After that, I'll be gone for good." I said to Adrian, who couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Surely he had expected me to demand a huge amount of money or a mansion or something like that, but what on earth was I going to do with all that when all I had remaining was just six months, and I can't even think of a single thing worth holding onto in this world anymore? My mother, who was the only person who loved me with all her heart, was already gone, and as for my father, since my mum passed away, he had made it clear to me over and over again that I meant nothing to him.

And as for the loving marriage I think I had, I have also learnt that it was nothing but an illusion.

So right now, all I want is to experience for one more month that love and care Adrian had shown me for the past three years, even if it has been fake, and when it's over, I'll head to some remote island to spend the rest of my days.

"You really do not know how to give up, do you?" Adrian asked me after some minutes of silence.

"Are you this desperate for my love and care?" He continued.

"I'm not desperate," I cut him off immediately. "I just want to experience how it feels to be loved as a wife for one more month, even if it's fake just as it has always been; who knows, I might never get this chance again," I said to him, but he remained silent while staring at me from where he was sitting, his facial expression unreadable as ever.

"You know you can ask for any other thing than this, for example, money. You can ask for any amount of money you want..."

"I don't want your money," I cut him off once again. "You yourself said that I could ask for anything I want, and as long as it's in your power, you will give it to me, so this is what I want. "If I had wanted your money, I would have said that right from the beginning," I said to him, and with that, he sighed heavily before ruffling his hair in frustration.

"Fine, one more month for you to experience what it feels like to be loved like a wife; I will give that to you, but you don't you dare ask for anything else after that, because you won't be getting it," he said to me with a cold tone.

" Just keep your promise, one month," I replied with a firm tone, and with that, he scoffed angrily at me.

"You'll regret making such a stupid, stubborn demand of me today," he said to me as his lips formed into a wicked smile.

"Well, I will be looking forward to that," I said to him with a firm tone while making sure that he sees clearly that I wasn't affected by any of the things he had just said.

"Now that we have an agreement, go on and sign the divorce agreement," he said to me.

"No," I said to him as I pushed the agreement back to him. "I will sign it at the end of the month," I said to him, and with that, he stared at me for some minutes before taking the document and putting it inside his briefcase that was beside him.

"Now that we are done discussing this, do you mind if I prepare for you something to eat?" I asked him, and with that he smiled at me, a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"No, I will do the honours," he said to me as he stood up. "After all, from now on till the end of the one month, you are my lovely wife who should be treated with love and care," he said to me, his tone laced with mockery.

"So sit down; let me show you how good I am at cooking," he said to me before heading towards the kitchen.

I was both amazed and surprised when he told me that he was going to cook something for me to eat, as this was my first time seeing him go to the kitchen since we got married.

Even though I knew that he was doing this just to accomplish his mission, which was to make me beg at the end of the one month, I still felt happy; at least when dying, I will carry the memory of eating a food cooked by my husband to the grave.

After some minutes, he made his way out of the kitchen with a tray containing a gooey grilled cheese with a side of tomato soup.

"Here you go," he said to me as he dropped the tray in front of me'

Even without tasting it, I could already tell that it was delicious just through the aroma.

"Thank you," I muttered as I made to carry the tray, but he immediately gave me a light tap on my palm, causing me to let go of the tray.

"Wait, I will feed you," he said to me with a mockery look still hovering over his face, and without waiting for my reply, he pulled me closer before carrying the tray and dropping it on his lap, and afterwards, he took a half of the sandwich he had already cut into many halves and dug into the soup before bringing it closer to my mouth, and without hesitating, I slowly opened my mouth as he gently put the food in my mouth, allowing me to savour the taste.

"How is it?" He asked me, his facial expression unreadable as ever.

"Delicious," I said to him, and with that, he nodded in reply.

"I know you would say that; that's your sister's favourite meal, and she was the one who taught me how to cook it and to feed her with it," he said to me, and immediately I felt the delicious food becoming bitter in my mouth.

Him feeding me was already awkward enough, but bringing up my sister right now was as if he deliberately wanted to spoil the moment and also remind me of my place.

"But you don't have to worry," he continued.

"I won't tell your sister that I prepared her favourite meal for you and even fed it to you; after all, you are my lovely wife for the meantime, and anything we do right now is between us," he said to me before taking the sandwich and digging it inside the soup and bringing it closer to my mouth.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, I slowly opened my mouth once again even though I didn't feel like continuing to eat the food especially as he made mention to me that it was his ex girlfriend's favorite meal and she was the one who thought him how to cook it.

After silently feeding me the food, I thanked him once again before taking the tray containing the empty plates to the kitchen, afterwards, I returned to the sitting room where he was busy manipulating his phone.

"We are running out of some things at home here, so I'm heading to the supermarket to get them," I said to him and with that he lifted his head and glanced at me before returning his gaze to his phone without uttering a single word.

Seeing that he wasn't going to say anything in reply, I turned and started heading to the exit, but before I could get to the door, his voice sounded from behind causing me to halt at my step.

"Wait I will drive you, after all that's what a loving husband is supposed to do right ?" He asked me as he stood up and grabbed his car keys, a mocking look still hovering over his face.

"Yes you are right," I said to him as he got closer and with that he nodded in reply before walking past me.

Getting to the place where the car was parked, I saw him standing beside the car while waiting for me, and as I got closer, he opened the door for me to get inside, something he has never done before.

"Thank you," I said to him before getting inside and with that he closed the door before also entering the car, and with that he ignited it and drove out of the mansion before zooming off.

Getting to the supermarket, I had expected him to wait for me in the car while I go inside and get the things that I needed, but to my greatest surprise, he also came down from the car and followed me inside and when we got inside, I made to take one of the trolleys but he immediately stopped me and took it before motioning me to walk ahead of him while he followed me from behind.

Even though everything he was doing seemed awkward to me especially as I knew that he was faking it, I still couldn't hold myself back from smiling, at least even if I die tomorrow, I will have some sweet memories to take to the grave with me.

As I was busy selecting the items that I needed and putting them in the trolley in which Adrian was following me with, a familiar voice suddenly called his name from behind and with that we both turned around only to see Clarissa Adrian's older sister and his little brother Leonardo who I knew hated me because of the same reason why Adrian hated me, walking towards us with a confused look written over their faces.

"And what the hell is going on here, Adrian? I thought you told us that you were divorcing her today, so why on earth are you here shopping with her her instead?" Adrian's sister asked him with her hands folded around her chest.

"Well, you are right sis, I was supposed to divorce her today," Adrian said to his sister before turning and looking at me.

"But it seems like she still craves my love and care so much, so she demanded to be treated like a real wife for one more month as compensation, and I agreed," Adrian said to his sister, his tone laced with mockery.

"What!" Clarissa Adrian's sister exclaimed in disbelief.

"Wow, I never for once imagined that I would ever meet someone as shameless as she is?" Leonardo Adrian's younger brother continued with his face contorted in disgust.

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