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Love me again, Dear Ex-Wife! Novel Cover

Love me again, Dear Ex-Wife!

Kayla, a pretty girl in her early 20s had gone through nothing but severe pain since she was little. She lost her parents and two siblings to an accident at a very young age, leaving her behind with no one to care for her. Devastated and refusing to leave her parent's funeral home. Grandma Helen; a business partner of her father took her into her home and took care of her like she was her real granddaughter. With the aim to keep her in her family forever, Grandma Helen arranged her marriage with one of her capable Grandson. Kayla was happy she was getting married to the man she loved with all her heart. Even though Liam didn't seem to fancy her that much and was just following his Grandma's order, she was still in delight and believed that one day he would come to like her. However, five years down the line and Liam has not fallen in love with her or even respected her as his wife, as he gallivant around with his mistress, neglecting her like she never existed.
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Chapter 5

Kayla's POV

I was unable to sleep till the sun rays were back on again, piercing into the room through the window like it was the brightest day ever.

I watched them as they lay on each other's bare chests and loosely covered with the blanket I had abandoned for them.

Then Lyra suddenly jolted up with loud gasps escaping her lungs while covering her mouth with her palm.

Liam winced in pain maybe from a headache or the little work he did last night. His face scrunched with his eyelids slowly coming off.

"What happened.." he murmured, his voice barely audible.

With his eyes scanning the room, he stopped on my disappointed saddened gaze.

His eyes opened wide, then he jolted up immediately, I could see a flicker of guilt flash through his eyes but he swiftly diverted his gaze from my eyes and palmed his head.

"I'm.. I'm.. Kayla.. I'm sorry Kayla.. nothing happened between us, I promise." Lyra mumbled.

My stare was glued on them as Lyra rambled on, trying to find an excuse even though she loved that I was in pain.

I heard everything she divulged to Liam last night, and Liam, he only stood up and staggered away from the room, still palming his forehead.

No attempt to explain himself even if I wouldn't take it, no remorse, he left as though what he did was nothing that concerns me.

I bite on her lower lip, tears brimming in her eyes. And there, on that bed, I confirmed it, I had gotten my final reason to leave.

I made up my mind once again. Liam would never have any regard for me and in fact, he hated my existence.

I was only an obstacle in his life and I must leave as soon as possible.

Slowly, I stood up from the bed, my eyes red and face puffy from crying throughout the night.

"I'm so sorry Kayla.." Lyra muttered once again.

"I'm truly sorry, Liam and I were only drunk... I didn't mean for us to lie down like this and made you misunderstand everything. Nothing happened I promise, you don't need to be sad about this.." She pushed on, but I wasn't ready for her facade, not anymore.

I saw them clearly, they knew what they were doing, it wasn't their first time making out in my home like this, but this time they chose my room.

I endured it all for Grandma Helen. Even though Grandma Helen didn't know what was actually happening in my marriage, she had always assured me that one day Liam would fall head over heels for me. Making me hope on and still be happy.

One that made me chuckled so much and filled my heart with joy was when she'd tell me that Liam would so fall in love with me that I could even carry him around like my handbag. Grandma Helen had guaranteed me, but today, this was what Liam was doing.

Cheating to my face! Making out with his mistress in the same room as me.

I choked on my tears as I found my way to the bathroom.

I needed to calm down, I must calm myself else I get so stressed I could lose my baby.

With that, I turned on the warm shower for myself, ready to calm my nerves.

A few minutes later. I was done having my bath, I came out in my white robe and white towels on my head to dry my hair. Lyra was still in my room.

As I came out, Lyra's eyes lingered on my body.

"Kayla, you're adding weight, I thought you said you were sick? And look, when did you start having big boobs?" Lyra's questions hung in the air.

The fact that she was biting me and also acting as though she was my friend, was something to be studied.

"What did the doctor say was wrong with you?" She added, but I was not going to say a word to her, I wasn't ready to indulge in her fake care.

But my anxiety heightened, cutting deeply into my chest. What if she finds out I'm pregnant?

This pregnancy was something Liam must never know about.

I had realized he would never change and would continue to torment me as long as I'm in this marriage.

I'd leave with my baby, but the thought of being a single mother and raising a child alone at such a young age, made me think so much about my life, it gnawed at my heart, my hand unconsciously moved up to my chest, it was in pain.

"Kayla? Why are you keeping quiet? I'm talking to you." Lyra pouted.

Just then, Liam came back into the room.

"Lyra, come with me.." He spoke to her, alone, and disappeared from my sight.

Lyra staggered out of the room, dragging the heavy blanket on her body, it was obvious she was naked under it.

I watched as she skimmed along with Liam, my husband, of course to the other room.

When I was done drying my hair, along with the tears that never stopped streaming, I stood up to my wardrobe.

Bringing out my box, I began taking the basic things I might need as I move on to the next phase life had for me.

I was hoping that Lyra would be gone before I give Liam the divorce papers, out of last respect for Grandma Helen, but it seemed like Lyra would never give them a space, even to divorce. If so, then they could as well sink it in together.

A few minutes later, I was done packing the few things she needed and had dressed up.

My hair was completely dry now and neatly tied into a ponytail.

I was ready to leave, to give Liam the space he needed and get out of his life forever, just as he yearned for.

However, when I got to the guest room where they should be, they were gone. Liam had left.

I was not ready to spend any more minutes

in this house to wait for him or whatsoever.

As I contemplated on either dropping it here for him or proceeding to his office to call it all off there, my phone screen shone bright and it started ringing.

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