His Ex Wife (Sample)

CHAPTER 2

Chapter 2:

Milliana.

I sighed as I read the email. I didn't get the job. Again. I couldn't stop the disappointment from blooming in my chest. My Mum walked in with a cup of coffee and warm eyes.

"It's okay, mija, there is always other opportunities." She stated lovingly and calmly, giving me the cup that contained the much needed energy. I looked at her and smiled as she left the room. She was so beautiful. My parents were Cuban, they moved here to London to start a new life.

Dad was working in Denmark, had been for two years. He used to work here at a five star hotel but they transferred him to the Danish land. He visited when he could, which was every month or two, usually on a weekend. Every week I sent him pictures of us and in return he'd give us gifts, such as Danish chocolate. He would send Ariella toys and candy, but she was only six months so she couldn't really have the candy. I wasn't complaining, more candy for me.

A year has passed since my life has turned around. Now I had a gorgeous baby girl, her name was Ariella, she was six months old and had captured my heart ever since I heard her little cry. The pregnancy was good and the birth was bearable, but it was horribly painful. Ariella was amazing and I adored her for it. She had these chubby cheeks and stunning eyes. A button nose, cute little fingers and tiny toes.

Even with my little bundle of joy keeping me occupied, not a day went by that I didn't think of Rafael. How it would be if we weren't divorced and how it would be if Ariella had him in her life. I know, pathetic, but I can't help it. I'm not over him. Every time I look at Ari I see him and it hurts... A lot. After I left his house I went to my parents' house. When I told them they were angry but more disappointed in him for trusting whoever told him that awful story. When I look back I know I should have fought harder but I was 3 months pregnant, my hormones were all over the place and I was heartbroken. I didn't have it in me to fight, not when he was looking at me that way.

I still loved him, of course I did. He was always going to be the one who stole my heart. All I wanted to know was how he ever came across the thought of me cheating. Even after a year, the thought of moving on with another man never crossed my mind. I could never be with another man. How could I when I had Ariella to take care of and I still loved another man.

The past year had been hard but it was all worth it for my baby, she deserved the world.

Hearing the cries of Ariella I went to her crib and rocked her, "It's okay, princess." I cooed down at her. Thankfully, she stopped and smiled, making my heart warm. Today I was going to finally get a job, I was tired of disappointing emails that were full of crap. My parents had supported me financially ever since I've been here but now I needed to support myself and Ariella. Being a mum and a dad to Ariella was exhausting and hard, but I loved every minute of it. It was worth it when she smiled at me or let out her little, gurgling giggle.

Although I was smart and had a good education, I wanted a simple job, nothing too much. Something that would pay the bills and things for my Ari. I didn't want a job that had too many hours, I had separation anxiety and since Ariella has been the only thing keeping me going this past year, I needed to be with her. Mum and I agreed that I should only pay half of the bills and from time to time get the groceries. I wanted to help out like she helped me all the time. I don't know what I would do without her.

Placing Ariella back into her crib, I left to shower. I was going job searching. I undressed and climbed into the shower, the hot water untied my knotted muscles and relaxed my body. Once my body was fresh as a daisy I dried off and stepped out. After browsing my clothing options, I got dressed in a black jumpsuit and nude heels. Brushing my hair, I decided to leave it down in its natural waves. After applying red lipstick, I put my things into my bag. It was then that Ariella started to bawl, it was time for her to eat and she was hungry. Feeding Ari, I tried to rock her to sleep but she had too much energy. Thankfully, Mum took her and I quickly pumped three bottles of milk, leaving it in the fridge. Going to the living room I see Ariella and Mum watching Mickey Mouse and the Clubhouse, my childhood favorite.