His Ex Wife

His Ex-Wife

Chapter 1:

Milliana.

Hearing the door opening, I ran to the entrance of the house. He was later than usual today and I was getting worried. He had been coming home late all this week, being distant towards me and it was making me anxious.

"Rafa, is that you?" I asked happily, but he walked in with a cold expression. I was confused, usually I'd be met with a charming smile, a kiss and a comforting hug. "What happened?" I asked, worried and curious as to know why he was acting so angry, so upset.

"Do you really want to know?" He spat coldly, he sounded furious. But what was the reason for this?

"Yes, of course, you can tell me." He could trust me. After all I was his wife, his partner for the last four years. He looked at me intensely as if trying to find something. He let out a groan of frustration and looked away. Why was he acting like this?

"You--you just couldn't be faithful could you?" His words hit me like a smack to the face. I looked at him in disbelief. How could he say that, I'd been nothing but loyal for four years. I loved him and only him. How could he even imply that I was cheating? I loved him with everything I have. I felt my stomach clench and my head spun from disgust, confusion.

"What?" I choked out, shocked, my voice breaking. This wasn't Rafa, this was someone else. It had to be. This couldn't be my husband.

"You wanted more, more, more! You're nothing but a gold-digger!" He shouted, and I gasped, how could he say that? The clench in my stomach became stronger. I couldn't help but let the tears moisten my eyes. The glue like substance forcing its way up my throat was becoming harder to swallow.

"Rafa, how can you say this? I don't understand." I was upset, scared, confused and felt betrayed.

"I bet that baby isn't even mine, huh?" He came closer to me, his face inches away from mine. I smelt the alcohol on his breath. He was drunk?

"The baby is yours. How dare you?!" I cried, feeling insulted. Our baby was the sweet fruit born from a seed, his seed. He laughed savagely in my face. Abruptly he grabbed my jaw, making me look into his bloodshot eyes. "Get out of my house, and don't come back." He demanded with pure disgust. Disgust. Directed at me.I felt horrible, these words were making me feel dirty. "Rafa, please tell me why you're being like this." I begged, wanting to know why he was being like this. I didn't want to believe this, my body trembled with fear not only for me and our marriage, but for our baby.

"Just get out!" He shouted in my face with finality.

"We can work this out, what's going on, my love, please tell me." I begged and held onto him, afraid I would lose him.

"You. Do. Not. Get. The. Right. To. Call. Me. That. You are as dead to me as Lorenzo."

I gasped and that's all it took for me to run upstairs. I entered our room and closed the door. Once I heard the click of the door shutting, I fell to my knees and let the tears come flowing down. I sobbed and pressed my hand to my chest. The hurt was brutal, as if someone was cutting my heart out. It felt like my heart had been stabbed, the knife twisting its way deeper. The anxiety attack hit me with full force, and I couldn't breathe, I needed air. Quickly, I rushed to the open window and took large slow gulps of air.

After cooling down, I sat down on the plush bed. As I looked at the tiny bump that was my stomach I smiled sadly. Did he not care about this innocent soul growing day by day? How it would want their father -- actually, no it would have me, a mothers love is everything. My baby would have everything, I would give him or her the world. Grabbing the empty suitcase I filled it with plain dresses, jeans and tops, the only things I owned. Everything that was nice or fancy was bought by Rafael and I could never take those, the thought of him already had pained me.

I quickly changed into a black dress and fixed up my hair. I looked around the room and smile wearily. I loved our room, I had designed it. I loved everything from the off white walls to the cream colored furniture. The antique chandelier imported from France, and our black colored bedroom set, just everything. On the marble draws sat our wedding photos, we looked so happy each one of our smiles reaching our eyes. I couldn't bear to leave without just one of those beloved photos, so I took one and put it onto my bag. Then I opened my wallet, hoping to find my bus card. I hadn't used it for years and if it was expired I would have to call a cab. Unfortunately there were no cabs that I knew were driving this late at night, so finding this bus card was my only hope. Somehow I was lucky, it was going to expire in a few months meaning I could put some money into it I could take the bus to my Mum's place.

"Are you done?" I heard from the other side of the door, his voice penetrated the room, echoing with hatred. At the sound of his voice, my heart seized as I wiped away a stray tear. I would be strong. He can believe what he wants to. I've lived perfectly fine without him before, I can do it again. A surge of confidence struck within me and I held my head high. Quickly wiping my tears I clutch the handle of my suitcase, taking one last look of the room I had slept in for the last four years I opened the door to see him, his head down. Oh, so now he wouldn't look me in the eye? He lead the way and I followed like a weeping willow being dragged be the wind. Once at the door he handed me some papers. When I finished reading them my breath caught in my throat. They were divorce papers.

I was in disbelief. This felt like a horrible dream, I felt like I would wake up any second. But I wasn't waking up, I fisted my hands and felt my nails pierce my palms, I wasn't waking up. He handed me a pen and I looked at the blank line, waiting for me to sign my name on it.

"You will get nothing not even a penny so don't even ask. Sign them and make your way out." After a few flicks of the pen I looked to see my name written on the line. Twisting the handle I looked him in the eye and cringed at the loath within.

"When you come back it'll be too late." I tell him timidly, even if I had wished it would come out strong, and take my first step out the door.

He grabbed my arm so hard I went pale, his grip was like a vengeful cobra."Ana, you're pathetic, small, and ugly. I'm so glad I'm getting rid of you." Another piece of my heart shattered, falling into the pit of my stomach.

Feeling numb, all my past confidence down the drain replaced by weakness, I managed to say, "Please let go, you're hurting me."

He let go and left but not before saying ever so maliciously, "Get the fuck out." He looked at me as I took another step. His eyes were full of regret? I didn't know but I wanted to leave. I took the last step and left the place I called home for four years.

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Rafael.

"Chris, I'll be in a meeting, send any urgent emails to my phone. I might get some confirmation checks from Davison's finance department." I said and made my way to the conference room.

As I sat down I couldn't help but smile as I thought of Milliana and the baby. She had been having weird cravings late at night and it was adorable. I couldn't wait for Ariella or Adam would come into this world. As the few businessmen came strolling in, I stood up and began my presentation but all I could think about was her, my stunning angel.

After an hour of negotiations I finished a deal an the meeting was over.

I look at my phone to see if Milliana had called, she had left 5 voice-mails and I was itching to hear her sweet voice but I had to check my emails. I strolled into my office and sat down on my leather chair. I switched my computer on and checked my emails but none of them were from the Davison's company. Kissing my teeth I sighed, I really needed these confirmation checks to secure this deal.

My computer beeped and I looked to see it was Ethan Layne. Why was that bastard emailing me? I opened the email and there was a file attached.

Clicking on file I went in shock. I shook my head, this wasn't real. It can't be, "Sherry." I called through the intercom. "Yes sir?" She asked, coming in.

"Run this through the media department there should be a Photoshop expert." I demand, my voice harsh and cold. She runs off to obey my orders and I sit down. I let out a long breath and rubbed my face. I couldn't do anything but sit and hope that I would be told it was false. It had to be. I eventually stood up to make my way to the mini bar, pouring whiskey into my glass continuously, letting the alcohol take away my stress.

Now a few days later, after I had kicked my angel out of the house, I leaned back and took deep breaths, trying to steady my heartbeat.

Feeling the wetness on my cheeks I harshly wiped the tears away. How could my angel deceive me this way?

Sherry confirmed that the picture was real and on that day I psychically feel my heart drop to my stomach and crumble to pieces.

I almost wanted the baby to actually be mine. But that child was not mine, it was the result of her one night stands. I loved her so much, what would I do without her? I walked alone in the house I once shared with the love of my life. In a flash of anger, I took all the photo frames and broke them, the shards of glass scattering across the floor. I already missed her. I wanted her back, I regretted it.

"Why?" I asked, shouting at no one but myself. It hit me then, that without her I am no one. I'm just a half without their significant other.

But there was nothing I could do. I just had to accept it.

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