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Take My Ex-Wife Again

Get out of my house. I don't want to see you ever again slut! Those were the exact words he threw at my face. It had been a year now but I still couldn't forget him. My new born baby got his blue eyes. I just didn't know why he called me a slut. I should had been warned by his coldness towards me the week before we got divorce. I never saw it coming. He was David James Miller. Of course, he could always find another woman to replace me. He always had women on his beck and call before I got married to him. He was my first in everything. He was so happy when he learned that I was still a virgin. I waited for the right time and it was worth it, with him. He divorced me without any explanation. Then he suddenly appeared and wanted to get back to my life, to our lives.
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Chapter 4

“Alright class, I need your research papers by Monday.”

I stood up and gathered my things.

The week is over. I'm so excited to go home. My baby is waiting for me. My brother is babysitting him today.

We take rounds of watching my son. France, my brother, loves to watch him because my son is his “favorite baby of all time” as what he told me. The only thing that he has been complaining is when my baby pooped, which I find very funny especially when France always panics.

As I was heading my way to the faculty room to gather my other belongings, I heard a commotion near the Dean's office. There were bunches of students and teachers giggling like lovesick puppies.

“What's going on?” I asked one of my students.

“Hi maam! There is a super handsome man with Dean Patrick right now. They say he is a benefactor.”

I nodded my head and walked away. I went inside the faculty room and got ready to leave when Mrs. Owen called our attention.

She was giggling while calling our attention.

“Everyone, Dean Patrick wants us in his office to meet the new benefactor of the university. Chop, chop!”

The other teachers stood up and were almost racing to the door. They kept talking about 'handsome', 'hot', 'saucy' man, and even the spinster Miss Spencer was giggling like a teenager.

I took my bag and some books and followed them to the Dean's. I was the last to enter and it was difficult to move because of the crowd outside the office.

“And this is our literature teacher Miss Olivia Grey.” I heard Dean Patrick spoke while I was balancing my bag and the books from falling.

I looked up to see Dean Patrick and turned my eyes to the person next to him. Him.

My books fell to my feet and quickly I picked them up. My eyes refused to look at him and so I just pretended I was busy gathering my books.

The other teachers were shaking hands with him and when it was my turn, I just focused my eyes to his hand and took it, but as I was about to loose grip, he tightened his hold more.

He was staring at me, his pupils dilated and they looked dark and wild. His eyes never left mine. It was only interrupted when my phone rang loudly so I quickly excused myself out of the office.

It was already 6pm when I reached home. I found my brother holding my baby in his arms and they were standing in the front door waiting for me.

I held my baby up and he was laughing hard when I tickled him.

When I was about to enter the house, I saw a black SUV that stopped in front of the apartment building but no one went out from the car.

I got curious but my attention was diverted to my baby who peed on my work clothes and my naughty monster just chuckled.

As I was ready to go to bed, I got a phone call from an unknown number. I answered it but no one was on the other line so I just hung up.

“Livy?” I heard my brother knocked on the door.

“Yeah, I'm still awake!” He pushed the door.

“I have to go out. Clubbing.” He went to me to kiss my forehead, and he did same to my sleeping baby.

“I might not be coming home tonight. See you tomorrow bunny!” He winked at me while locking the door.

I have been flipping around for the last two hours now but I still can't keep my eyes close. I am bothered of what just has happened at school.

Of all the schools in the world, why did he choose our univeristy? He was a philanthropist but I never thought he became interested in this field.

I don't want to think of him anymore. I know it was the end of us the moment he threw me out of the penthouse.

I remembered his last words during our last fight.

We both know that our marriage was a deal. But I never thought that you would go down and sell yourself. I don't have a slut of a wife.

Although it has been over a year now, I'm still hoping I can get answers as to why he threw that easily. I just want to find answers so I could sleep with a peaceful mind.

I closed my eyes and silently praying that someday I can finally free myself from this misery

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I was awaken by the continuous knock on the door.

I checked my phone and it was still six in the morning. It could probably be my brother who was most likely got wasted last night. Not that I'm complaining but I don't like being awaken by a drunk brother.

He has his keys, why must he disturb me? I grudgingly talked to myself while looking for my slippers under the bed.

My apartment is his second house. He lives in a condo but he usually stays in mine so he could watch my baby while I worked.

My brother has several businesses around the city and he has people to work for him that is why he doesn't mind staying at my house babysitting.

I don't want to hire a babysitter. I just don't give my trust easily, and I don't want my baby to grow and bring up by other people.

I worked full time in the university but I always managed my day so I could still go home as early as possible.

I know I bother France so much more already, but he never let me feel left alone.

The knocking still continues . I put my robe on and head my way to the door.

“Don't you have keys?” I said in an irritated voice thinking it's just my brother banging the door early in the morning.

As I opened the front door, I became speechless. All I did was stare at the person standing before me.

I don't know if I am dreaming or hallucinating.

I forgot I was only wearing my nighties without any bra on and I just covered myself with the silk pink robe untied.

I noticed him glaring at my chest. I quickly covered myself and I swallowed deeply.

I looked down so I couldn't meet his eyes. My ex-husband's eyes.

“What are doing here?”

He didn't answer. I raised my head and I almost jumped when our eyes met, and he just gave me his sexy smirk.

I stared at him expressionless.

“What I can help you with?” I asked again hoping he would say something.

Five seconds had passed but he still didn't utter a word, so I abruptly step inside. But as I was about to shut the door, he stopped it by blocking his foot.

It made me stop and I could feel my heart beating so fast.

He made his way inside the apartment. Did he just invited himself in? How dare he!

“This is trespassing. Please see yourself out or I'm calling the guards now.”

I proudly stood up with both my hands on my waist.

“So, this is where you're hiding?” He faced me and I could see the boldness in his blue eyes.

“I'm not hiding from anyone.” I quickly responded. “If you have no business here anymore, please get out!”

But instead of going out, he made his way to the couch in the living room and sat.

“Aren't you going to ask me for some coffee?” He asked. This is getting ridiculous.

“You wish.” I responded raising my eyebrows. I was probably so mean to him but he deserved it.

I heard the sound of the door open and my brother entered. He was suspiciously looking at me then turned his head to check the person sitting on the couch.

“Who is he Livy?” France asked me with his sleepy voice. He indeed got wasted from his clubbing last night.

“He is...ahm...David...a friend....” I stuttered while composing myself.

David stood up to handshake with my brother.

“Hi, I'm David Miller. You must be Olivia's brother, France?”

“I am.” He smiled while returning a handshake.

“France, you smell. Go and take a bath.” I interrupted. He nodded and quickly disappeared.

After my brother left, I turned to him.

“I think your overstaying already. Please make sure to lock the door when you get out.” And I walked away.

“Why can't you say my name?” I stopped. His voice was so daring.

“Why can't you speak my name?” He asked again. “I still remember how you used to shout it when I pleasure you and when I make you co....”

“Stop.” I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

My knees were shaking. I wanted to cry but no tears were coming out. I made a fist so I could still control my rage by my hands.

My knees were shaking. I wanted to cry but no tears were coming out. I made a fist so I could still control my rage by my hands.

“We're done.”

I didn't say much, afraid I might say something that I would regret.

I walked to the front door and clutched the doorknob to let him out. He walked towards me and before he stepped out, he whispered something in my ears..

”I will come and claim you back.” That made me frozen.

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