Ex - Wife's Sweet Revenge

Thea Gonzales and Xavier Ford had been together for seven years.

During their toughest times, when they couldn't afford proper meals, they subsisted on bread rolls for two months. There was even a period when they couldn't pay rent and spent nights at the train station. Yet, those were the years when they were most in love.

Later, as Xavier’s startup took off, people around him began to flatter him, and he started to change. During company meetings, whenever Thea disagreed with him, even if she was right, he took it as a personal attack. It seemed that because she had seen him at his lowest, he felt she was trying to undermine him, dismissing everything she said as if she looked down on him. Gradually, a rift grew between them.

The breaking point came one night when Xavier returned home drunk from a business dinner. He clumsily tore off Thea's vintage nightgown and kissed her forcefully. It had been a long time since they had been intimate. His sudden passion overwhelmed her, and she softened in his arms. But just as they were reaching the height of intimacy, Xavier held her tightly and, in a moment of thoughtlessness, whispered, "Addilyn..."

Thea's blood froze, and she felt as though her heart had been struck with a heavy blow. Xavier's ardor vanished. He rolled away and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her. The room was dark, enveloped in stifling silence.

Staring at the black ceiling, Thea silently cried.

After what felt like an eternity, Xavier extinguished his cigarette, broke the silence, and said, "Let's get a divorce, Thea."

"I'm tired of the little things, like your hair all over the bed. And your perfume, it's always the same. Aren't you tired of it? It's getting to me."

He laid it all bare: "Being with you feels too familiar. But she’s different. She makes me feel alive and excited."

"I can't keep compromising like this anymore. Name your terms for the divorce. I’ll do my best to fulfill them, just let us be."

Xavier moved out that very night.

Thea had yelled, pleaded, and fought. But none of it mattered. His decision to abandon her and their daughter was final.

The only consideration he had left was sparing their daughter, Celine, from the harsh truth. They agreed to tell her that her father was working away for a while. Yet, less than six months after the divorce, little Celine persistently clung to Thea, asking for her dad and insisting he come home.