Ex husband Love Me Again

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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Roseline's POV

I stare blankly at my coffee mug in front of me.

Tears of anger and pain roll down my cheeks, mixing with the untouched coffee that's been situated in front of me.

I can't eat anything these days without throwing it up the next minute.

I've lost my appetite for happiness.

I took a step of faith two years ago for the first man I ever loved and all I've gotten since then is pain and betrayal, he'll never love me, I should have realized this earlier.

I hear footsteps approaching and I lift my head to see.

"Good morning!" The blonde girl my husband brought in last night greeted me in her shrill tone.

For the first time in my life, I don't feel guilty for snubbing someone because they disregarded my feelings first.

I can't continue like this.

The blonde lady walks into the kitchen with an appalling boldness.

Her beauty is so outstanding that for a moment I feel Sinclair didn't fall in love with me all this time because he finds me unattractive.

"Please pardon my behavior, my throat feels dry," she said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

I didn't feel the need to fight with her because I was done trying, she could do whatever she wanted. I'm leaving.

She makes a guttural sound as she drinks the water, I pretend not to hear it.

She starts walking briskly out of the kitchen and she suddenly stops at the door, which grabs my attention and my eye connects with hers.

Smiling, she said "You know.....," she pauses as if cooking her words carefully, "I hope you know you have a great guy up there?..... I'd kill to have someone like him," she smirks, stretching her lips.

I gulped. Why is she telling me that?

I didn't want to say anything to her but the question came out before I could rethink it in my head, "Did Sinclair tell you to tell me this?" My voice sounded harsher than I intended.

This is a man I have done everything possible in the last couple of years, waiting patiently for when he would love me, but no he never did. Instead, he loved his DEAD ex-girlfriend more.

The blonde lady lets out a mocking laugh, "You really think I'd do that if he asked me? I prioritize my customers and I'd do anything to make sure I don't lose them," she glances at her watch, "I'm just telling you because he did something that.... I've never seen any man in my lifetime do, what goes on with you and him is none of my business, I have clients to meet up with, have a nice day," She says and scurries off the kitchen. The opening and closing of the main door signifies she has left and my emotions are jeopardized after she leaves.

What did Sinclair do? Why did she say that?

After seeing her last night, I made up my mind to do one thing. Get a Divorce.

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