His Ex Wife (Sample)

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 8:

Milliana.

I was making Chicken Alfredo for lunch when I heard the doorbell ring. Running to the door, I opened it and in came Rafael, looking as good as ever. Saying hello, I went up to my room and picked up a sleeping Ariella. I cuddled, kissed and whispered goodbye to my baby before passing her over to him. He stepped out of my apartment and just as I was about to close the door a hand grabs my wrist. I gazed at his hand on mine, then I looked up to see him smile. I tried to look apathetic, but inside my stomach was a cocoon and all the butterflies were hatching from their pupa's.

Rafael had come over to pick up Ariella. It had been like this for two weeks. He kept her on the weekends but visited her during the week. The arrangement was fine but of course the anxiety kicked in on the lonely nights after work. Those lonely nights that I used to spend with my princess.

"Milliana, I want to have lunch with you. I mean, all three of us. Together." He said whilst kissing Ariella's forehead. As if my heart wasn't beating fast enough, it sped up even more. I didn't want to go. I was scared, scared that my heart would burst from him being this close. Scared about being with him for so long, because I'd get used to it. I didn't want to get used to it because then I would get attached to him and I wasn't ready for that. I sighed, I kept overthinking everything. With him all the feelings and memories clouded my mind.

"It's okay, I made myself Alfredo." Simple and direct, good girl Milli. He sighed, "I just want to spend time with you and her, Ana." He was speaking genuinely and I knew I would feel bad so I mentally groaned and sucked up my pride. "Okay, wait for five minutes I'm not exactly dressed for lunch."

Rafael was dressed casually. He looked laid back and I loved it. He wore a plain black tee with a black bomber and black jeans. 'Well someone's looking Gothic,' I thought jokingly.

Seeing his outfit I chose a simple white patterned dress. Brushing my hair, I put it to the side not bothering with it. I decided to go makeup free and sprayed some perfume on my, applying tinted lip balm on my lips. Notifying Rafael that I was ready, we headed out. I could feel his eyes on my exposed legs. He knew I hated it when people stared. I glared at him and took another step away from him, pulling my dress down. He just chucked at me. Leaving the house, I looked at his sleek black Audi in the driveway. I got out my phone and called Mum to tell her I wasn't going to be in. She didn't pick up so I left a voicemail. "Hi, Mum, I'm going to lunch with Ariella and a friend." I told her casually.

I immediately felt Rafael tense up after I said, "friend", making me mentally scoff. 'Really?' I thought, how immature.

"I made some Alfredo if you're hungry it's in the fridge, bye." Ending the voicemail I turned to him. He was still standing there, tense and with his jaw clenched.

I rolled my eyes. I mean what did he expect me to say? 'Hey, Mum, I'm going to go have lunch with Rafael, you know my ex husband that I'm now sharing custody with since he followed me and found out where I lived'. We weren't even friends so he should be happy since I indirectly complimented him. After 45 minutes of comfortable silence with the occasional coos from Ariella we were there. I couldn't help but feel the tears sting my eyes, I missed this place.
Eventually we went inside and settled down. I took my cardigan off and carried Ariella. The garden looked beautiful and I wanted to go look at it. I hesitantly turned to him and asked,

"Rafa--el, can I go to the garden?" My voice was timid and I mentally scolded myself for saying his name wrong, for saying the name I called him whilst we were together and in love. He nodded, smiling at me, "Of course you can, I mean it is yours after all." He smirked his handsome smirk.