Walking up the stairs I hear-a woman? With brisk steps I open the door and gasp "What the hell?" Micheal looks up, stopping his movement "Ma-maisy." I slam the door running down the steps hearing him yell behind me. I have no second thoughts while getting in my car speeding away and leaving the only man I loved. •This is a rewritten version of 'The runaway wife' which is currently on my profile {completed}•

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.

"You wanted more, more, more! You're nothing but a gold-digger!" He shouted, and I gasped. Rafael Luciano, the love of my life; a sweet, handsome, amazing guy who's got me wrapped around his fingers, has pushed me out of his life. Life has been great and we are well on our way to having our first child. But one accursed day, he slams me with divorce papers and accuses me of being a gold-digger. Confused and heartbroken, I sign and leave. With a snap of a finger, everything is gone: my love, my life, and the father of my unborn child. How am I to get through all this? Will I be able to provide my daughter the life she deserves? Most importantly, what happened that day that made my sweet Rafael into a heartless monster? Life is full of betrayals and heartbreaks and this is my story. For all the sappy romantic folks out there, come and join me as I relive my bittersweet experience with love. Cause giving your heart is giving the power to hurt you back. Book is PUBLISHED! Thankyou to all who have read you made this happen❤️ Available on amazon, link in my bio x

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE." He yelled glaring at me. I couldn't help my tears. Why is he doing this? "Honey, Hunter please listen-" I started but he just cut me off. "DON'T CALL ME THAT." He said taking a threatening steps toward me. "You are so good." He said grabbing my arm harshly. I lowered my gaze. "I gave you everything." He said coldly. "And you go sleep around. And with my damn brother." He said which just made me angry. "I did not cheat on you Hunter." I said loudly. "If you could just listen to me." I pleaded crying harder. "Get your ass out of my house now!" He said dangerously. "Hunter, please." I said putting my hand on his arm. "Hunter, I'm pre-" He cut me off again. "Just get your things and leave." He said walking away. Twenty years old Stella Simmons thought was happy, didn't think that someone would want to harm her. She was married to Hunter Knight, the only man she ever loved. Ignoring the fact that he was ten years her senior, she gave him everything. Everything wasn't enough apparently. Be careful who you trust... *****