MY EX = MY BOSS

Part 1

I opened the handle to our bedroom door after my husband called me for the fifth time in a row. "I'm washing dishes," I said frustratingly. But seriously, this guy isn't stopping. What should I do?

Pushing the door inside, struggling to open it. My left hand was soaked in soap bubbles, and my right hand was dry in case he asked me to find his socks.

But then... I stopped in the middle when I saw a tall figure standing near the window. His face turned toward the window, his back facing me. My mind stopped working for a second, and I couldn't help but admire the beautiful scene my husband was creating for me early in the morning.

Standing by the window, his body looked delicate, as if he could melt from the heat, yet he shone like a radiant light. It was as if all the brightness in the room came from him, like stars illuminating the space. His hair was wet, clearly indicating that he had just taken a hot shower. The vapor from his body and the water dripping from his hair served as evidence. "He looks so handsome."

"What's going on?" I asked, wiping the water from my mouth. Blushing uncontrollably, I could feel my cheeks turning red and my ears growing warm. Romantic scenes from movies and dramas flooded my mind, making me feel like I was living in one of those moments.

"Oh, you're here. Take this," he turned his face partially to acknowledge my presence in the room, his hands searching the table beside him. There lay some white papers. He picked them up and tossed them in my direction where I stood near the door.

I flinched for a moment as a bunch of papers came flying towards me. Stepping back, they landed at my feet.

"What the hell is this?" I gasped, catching my breath after the sudden movement.

"Look at it yourself!" He still didn't face me directly, his back concealing his emotions. Yet, the tension in the room was palpable. Without further questioning, I knelt down to see what my beloved husband was confronting me with so early in the morning.

My eyes widened as I read the first two letters on the paper and then continued slowly. It was unbelievable. I couldn't comprehend what was written on those papers in big, bold letters.

"Divorce papers!" I repeated the words written on the paper, a tear escaping my eye. "What is..." I struggled to interpret the words over and over again. Inside my mind, I repeated each word, trying to convince myself that I was reading them correctly.

"What do you mean by this?" I managed to speak, my voice steady, refusing to reveal any emotions. I stood there motionless, not making any unnecessary noise.

"You saw what was on that?" His voice was deep and serious. This was the second time I had heard that tone from him. The first time was on our wedding day when he... when he...

Tears blurred my vision as I relived all the events from that day and the ones unfolding now.

"Let's get a divorce."

"Listen, Alex!" he said in a voice that sent a chill down my spine. "I don't love you, and it's clear you don't love me either. There's someone else in my life, someone I truly care about. It's time we break free from this pretense of a relationship."

My heart shattered into a million pieces as his words hit me. "But... I love you," I whispered softly, the pain weighing heavily on my chest. I had never uttered those words out loud, and now it felt like they were meaningless.

"Alex, let's be honest with ourselves. Our marriage was arranged, forced upon us by your father. There was never any love between us from the start, was there?"

The truth of his words stabbed at my heart. I couldn't deny that our union had been arranged against our wishes. At first, I resisted, hoping to pursue my career and dreams. But as time went on, I had given my all to make it work. I had poured my love and devotion into this relationship, only to discover that it was one-sided.

And now, he stood before me, confessing his feelings for someone else. His eyes were fixed on the window, avoiding direct contact, as if he couldn't bear to face the consequences of his actions. The weight of his betrayal bore down on me, causing anger and sadness to mix within me.

"I need you to understand," he continued, his voice strained. "I will provide you with the financial support you need. If there's anything else you want besides money, just let me know."

The mention of money felt like a slap in the face. Did he truly see me as someone driven by materialistic desires? Did he think that money could compensate for the pain and heartache he had caused?

As I stood there, my world crumbling around me, a surge of anger replaced my sadness. How could I have loved someone who failed to see my worth beyond monetary terms? It was a painful realization, one that left me questioning my own judgment and longing for a love that was genuine and reciprocated.

"Sorry! Mr bender I don't need your money. I have plenty of it." my fist closed tightly as I do not wanted him to noticed how affected I am from his words.

I was the girl who never bow down her head to anyone, even if it's the person I dearly love. But here I was down on my emotions. I gave up all the things to be with him all the things my pride my everything.

I became a miserable person.

but I won't beg for his love. I never and will never be begging for anyone's love. It's your fault that you left a beautiful women like me. It's not my lost its yours. You made me a clown, it's you who played with my heart, you took everything I had but still you will be lacking.

And I hope you will be happy with your lover and the guilt of leaving me will never haunt you..

This all was going inside my head but never said it out loud. There was pin drop silence in the room nor him or me has spoken a word from 6 minutes all I could assume is that he was also busy in his mind as I was chasing my thoughts in my mind.

"where to sign "I said it out breaking the silence. He turned his head towards me in shock as if he was not expecting me to aspect this divorce this instant.

"Third page, left in the corner " he said in his deep voice.

As I flipped the pages I saw his signature was already there like he was planning it from months, and I was been fooling myself with the love I'm having.

I took the pen out from the side table drawer, and with stabling my hand, stiff face I landed the tip of pen and signed my name, as single.

Inside I was broken,trumbling ,shaking but outside me was stable as silent lake, my eyes is dry as ice and my emotions is still as clouds not noticeable.

I took the paper and handed towards him. Little bit of guilt was there but now he was smiling, like he was suppressing his laugh. "HE WAS HAPPY! My mind blown out in anger as instead of giving it to him in hand I threw it over smacking his face.

His eyes turned into anger, now I was smiling to his face. His eyes went deep in shallow.

"Thank you, for releasing me it was hell living with you"i said as I smiled just like him a seconds before. I was about to leave in that very second when his hands grabbed my arm tightly.

"Never Ever show your face to me ever again in this life, or I will make you life a living hell again " his eyes were red as his anger can be see through it. I felt relaxed after watching his smile vanished after my statement. He was smiling on my miserablity, Now I was smiling on his.

" I won't " I said smiling widely.

"Good! " he said and took the papers went towards the door shut it loud and in seconds invisibled from my visions.

As I saw him, going out , now the stiffness and stability I was maintaining fall out apart as I broke down on the floor. Imagining the things just happened now broke my heart in to millions of pieces I don't know how was I able to maintain clamness in this situation, I don't know how I handled the things in time. All I know was I did it right.

"He don't deserve me "....

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