MY EX = MY BOSS

Part 2

"I'm so sorry!! I can't bear to see you like this," I cried, my voice filled with anguish as I knelt beside my father, his tear-stained face buried in his hands.

"Don't apologize, my child. It's not your fault," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. I reached out, holding his trembling hands, trying to offer some comfort in this painful moment. It pained me deeply to witness my father, the person I had always admired and looked up to, in such a broken state.

"No, Dad, it's not your fault. None of this is. Please don't blame yourself," I pleaded, my voice quivering. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on my shoulders, the consequences of the decisions we had made unfolding before our eyes.

"If only I hadn't arranged your marriage with him... None of this would have happened, and you wouldn't have to go through a divorce, and my world wouldn't be falling apart," my father lamented, his voice filled with regret and self-blame. His tears flowed freely, dampening his white gown, mirroring the pain that consumed him.

"Don't say that, Dad," I whispered, my heart breaking with each word. I moved closer to him, enveloping him in a tight embrace, as if my love and warmth could somehow heal the wounds that had been inflicted upon us.

Suddenly, my father's eyes widened with a determined gaze. He grasped my hand tightly, urging me to sit closer to him. "Listen carefully," he pleaded, his voice filled with urgency. "You need to run away. Leave this place, cut off all ties with those people, especially him. Live the life you've always dreamed of, love whomever you want, just don't come back," he implored, desperation evident in his words.

I couldn't bear to see my father in such anguish, but I couldn't fathom leaving him behind, knowing he was nearing the end of his journey. Tears streamed down my face as I firmly held onto his arms, refusing to let go.

"No! I won't leave you. I want to be with you until the end," I sobbed, my heart torn between the desire to honor his last wish and the overwhelming need to stay by his side.

A gentle smile crept across my father's face, his eyes filled with love and acceptance. "That's not what I want for you, my child. I won't be here much longer, but I want you to have a chance at a happy and fulfilling life. If you stay, you'll only be trapped in the same cycle of pain and despair. Please, go and live for both of us," he pleaded, his voice filled with love and selflessness.

My heart ached with the weight of his words, the internal struggle tearing me apart. But I had made a promise to myself after my divorce, a promise to listen to my own voice and pursue a life of happiness. With a heavy heart, I made the difficult decision to follow my father's final wish, to honor his love and sacrifice.

Wiping away my tears, I looked into his eyes one last time, promising to live the life he had envisioned for me. "I'll go, Dad, but I'll carry your love and strength with me always," I whispered, my voice filled with determination, as I prepared to embark on a journey to find my own happiness, guided by the unwavering love of my father.

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After packing everything I needed, I felt ready to embark on my escape. As I reached for the car keys on the table, the lights suddenly went out. Panic surged through my veins when I felt a hand firmly grip my waist from behind, forcefully pushing me towards the desk in front of the mirror. "Who the heck is this?" I screamed, my voice filled with terror. The assailant remained silent, their grip unyielding, and the darkness shrouded their identity.

Fear consumed me as my mind raced with possibilities. Could it be a thief? I desperately pleaded with the mysterious figure, offering them any amount of money they desired if only they would release me. "Look, my bag is right there, filled with money. Take it all, and I won't involve the police. Just please, let me go," I implored, my voice trembling with fear. I would give up anything to save my life; money could be replaced, but not my existence.

To my astonishment, the assailant spoke, revealing a voice that struck fear deep within my core. It was Thomas, the person I despised more than anyone in the world. The realization sent shivers down my spine, intensifying my already overwhelming fear. I felt myself breaking out in a cold sweat, my body trembling uncontrollably, and my face turning pale.

"What do you want, Thomas? Why are you doing this to me?" I managed to gather a hint of courage in my voice, attempting to confront him despite my terror.

"Oh, my dear ex-wife, don't you enjoy the way I'm holding you? Isn't this the position you used to love in the past?" he taunted, his words dripping with disdain. My body had turned towards him, pressed against his chest, our proximity unbearable. My forehead touched his nose, and my lips brushed against his chin. The physical contact sent waves of revulsion coursing through me.

"It's over, Thomas! We are done, so stop this madness!" I tried to push him away, summoning every ounce of strength within me, but his grip was unrelenting. He was much stronger than me, and I felt helpless in his grasp.

"You claim that we're over, yet here you are, trespassing in my house. Could it be that you still yearn for me, my love?" A small smile played on his lips, as if he derived pleasure from tormenting me with these baseless accusations.

"I was just retrieving my belongings. Don't flatter yourself; there is nothing between us, and I feel nothing for you," I retorted, hoping to regain some control over the situation. However, I saw a malicious gleam in his eyes, signaling that he was not yet finished with me.

"But I warned you, didn't I? I told you what would happen if you ever showed your face again," he hissed, tightening his grip on my hands as he slowly pushed me towards the bed.

"Thomas, don't do something you'll regret," I warned, desperately attempting to break free, but my efforts were futile.

"Now, I will show you the consequences of not heeding my warnings," he declared, throwing me onto the bed.

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