His Ex-wife

Chapter 03

SEAN O'PRY AS CALEB?

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SOPHIA

Having fun right now would be just an understatement. I've never enjoyed a moment like this ever in my life.

"So you having fun?" I turned around and saw Alex smiling down at me.

"Hell yeah! I've never felt like this before," I was not drunk. No. I didn't touch alcohol.

"Damn girl, you've got some sexy moves, and did I forget to mention how hot you are?" Mandy winked, "if Ethan and I weren't dating and I was a lesbian I'll be making love to you every single day."

I really like Mandy. She's like a big sister. So down to earth and hyper. She's beautiful. Inside and out.

"That right there was too much information,"

"Honey you've got the whole clubs attention on you, from where did you learn how to dance like that?"

Cara did not dance. She only drank while smoking a cigar. She did not smile, as always. Just kept on her serious face.

"Doesn't she ever smile?" I mumbled to myself.

"what?" Mandy screamed in my ear as the music got louder.

"Nothing, I'm going to get some fresh air,"

"OK come back soon," I nodded and left for the exit. I really needed to breathe for a moment.

My face was getting sticky now. The more wind that hit me in the face, the more sticky it got. I wonder if grandpa Joe ate?

Oh shoot. I promised to call him when I get here. Darn it. He must be worried sick.

My phone was inside the club. I have to go get it. Ugh. Turning around I started jog running and my clumsiness returns as I slam into a hard rock and fall down on it.

"Oof-" a deep, very deep voice groans in pain. Why does this voice sound familiar? Let alone the voice, this masculine scent is even more familiar.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry" I quickly get off of him. He takes his own time to get up. And just when I met gazes with the familiar hazel brown eyes, that's when my eyes came out of their sockets.

"Sophia?" His hoarse voice finally came out after what seemed like forever. He stared me up and down. And then down -up. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. No. I changed my name because of him. I don't want to hear my name from his mouth. Ugh! Why is he standing in front of me?

He was still the drop dead gorgeous Greek god. Not changed a bit. Not changed at all. Then his smirk came.

"Babe? Is that you?"

Just then the memories came hitting me back like a bullet train.

The punch. The push. The slap.

"I want a divorce,"

"Look at you! Your so ugly and, so poor! I dessrve more,"

"Get out bitch, I don't ever want to see that ugly face again,"

No. NO. He has no darn right to call me Babe. Let alone think like that. His thumb skimmed my cheeks wiping away the tears. Tears? No. No I'm strong. I'm not going to cry again. I'm not going to waste my tears on this bastard. I'm not going to make him think that even for a second I'm still that stupid, dumb weak girl again.