My Formidable Ex-husband Wants Me Back

My Formidable Ex-husband Wants Me Back

chidera mm

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Irina did everything and anything to earn her husband's love but it only turned out that her husband loved someone else. The next day after their wedding anniversary which wasn't celebrated, they signed divorce papers, parting for good. Six Years Later~ "Rina, please let's get back together" Her Ex-husband Aaron spoke softly. "Too bad, I'm already engaged!"

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"Hm?" Aaron's chilly voice could be heard clearly as Irina took in a deep breath.

"Can you come home now?" Irina's grip tightened around the phone immediately she said that. There was silence from the other end for a brief moment.

"Please" Irina spoke again softly

"Okay"

Irina's fingers moved to end the call when she heard a loud shuffling from the other end.

Irina's face contorted into a confused frown. However, the third party at the other end didn't want her to stay in suspense for too long. In the next second, Irina heard a very familiar feminine voice. A voice Irina had grown to detest.

"Aaron, I'm starving, Let's go out to eat"

Irina froze as an icy coldness enveloped her, rendering her warm, beating heart immobile.

"What do you want to eat?" Aaron's voice turned soft, very different from the familiar icy tone he always used with Irina.

This reminded Irina again that his tenderness and love only exist for one woman: Vanessa Eliss, a girl who was Irina's best friend 5 years ago.

"I just want to stay by your side, forever and ever..." Vanessa's hypocritical voice was heard again.

Aaron seemed to have forgotten that his wife, Irina, was still on the phone, listening to their conversation.

Irina hung up the call because she didn't want to hear about how much they loved each other. Now, recalling Vanessa's words was enough to ruin her previously lighthearted mood.

However, this wasn't the first time Vanessa had dropped provocative words or messages just to annoy her.

"Irina, I'm back. You have no place in the Willer family."

"Aaron Willer and I had been together way before you met him. Do you think that you can replace me in these few years? Just Get lost and Never show your face ever again!"

"You don't know how much Aaron loves me, do you? Even when he lies on your bed, all he thinks about is me. You only deserve to be my substitute. Irina, does this feel good?"

"Just sign the f**king papers and get lost, Irina!"

Irina thought that she had gotten over it all but she knew it wasn't going to be that easy.

For 4 years, Irina and Aaron were forced into an arranged marriage by both their parents but what Irina never expected was to fall for him at first sight.

For four years, Irina had tried everything to make him fall for her, or at least acknowledge her as his wife. In return, she was labeled as a shameless woman who did nothing for her husband's happiness. Even Aaron despised her from the moment she married into his family.

Today, 27th June, was their wedding anniversary, which he failed to remember as well.

Before meeting Aaron, Irina had always dreamed of becoming a medical doctor. However, she had abandoned this dream to become a stay-at-home wife to please Aaron's family. She believed that as long as she was with the man she loved, nothing else mattered.

But right now, she felt like a real joke.

****

A loud knock was heard, making Irina, who was asleep, wake up with a frown.

"Mrs willer"

"What is it?" Irina asked with a tired yawn.

"Mr willer is back"

"Alright, I'll be out soon," Irina spoke with a glimmer of hope shining in the depth of her crystal blue eyes.

Irina did not delay in the slightest and immediately freshened up before putting on the set of jewelry that she had worn during her wedding 5 years ago.

"I thought you wouldn't come back today" Irina spoke softly.

"I have something to say" Aaron spoke in a deep voice, his voice magnetic and charming. Even if he just said a few words, Irina was fascinated.

His slender finger pointed at the document at the side, indicating for Irina to take it.

A little closer, the words on the cover suddenly burst into her eyes.

Divorce agreement?

Irina took a deep breath, trying her very best to look unaffected. "And....do you know that today is our wedding anniversary?"

Irina clenched her fist around the hem of her gown. Her hands involuntarily trembled, sweat escaping from her trembling palms.

"Hmm?" Irina pushed, her eyes became misty, and she felt the prickling sensation in her nose that indicated tears were looming.

"That is none of my concern. After all, you know fully well that only one woman deserves to be my wife and that is Nessa." Aaron said coldly and indifferently. "It will come to an end one day. I just found out that maybe today is the best day for us to finalize the divorce."

Irina struggled to regain her composure, her racing heart gradually slowing to a more steady rhythm. As she tried to calm down, she noticed the intense redness in her palm, evidence of how tightly she had pinched it in her distress.

Everyone thought she was merely a tool used by her parents to elevate themselves to the upper class, but only Irina understood what this marriage meant to her.

But now, Aaron suddenly proposed to divorce her.

Irina desperately controlled her emotions so that she would not lose her composure. At this moment, she was right in front of Aaron, but she did not dare to reach out and pick up the document.

Irina managed to calm down and forced a bitter smile. "Tell me, Aaron, That you've never had even if it is a little bit of affection for me"

Aaron bore a disgusted expression. "Irina, I'll have you know that the person I want to marry is Vanessa Eliss Pearson. I never wanted to marry you! Only Vanessa has the right to be my wife. You're not good enough for me," he declared.

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