My Ex-wife, My Destination
y's
towards it, my eyes widen in horror upon seeing Luke, m
an?" I ask, my heart t
g me more. "This woman is my new toy
o this. The only thing which was giving me strength was that
her finger. "Hi, sweetie," she purrs, sending a chill down my sp
ped out from beneath me. Is th
the edge of the window for su
n standing beside him smirks at my condition. "You were
mes before, but today his words rip my soul out of me. Becaus
oman's waist. "Now, leave my ro
him, my vision blurred with grief and ange
er. His presence already starts to suffocate me. I can't believe,
here the divorce papers lay. With trembling hands, I pick up a pen and sign my name on
fin
t. He
Years
nning because my days used to begin thinking about him and end up doing the same. I made my lif
e school. The Luke I married was a heartless person. I still
me in my life is my little dau
nd I wanted to go away from Luke. When I shifted to Manhattan, after a few weeks, I got to know that I was pregnant. Befor
waiting to guide us forward. She is the sole reason for my existence today. She brings immense joy to my life, an
oo," but sadly, her father is unaware of her existence. It saddens me deeply to see her longing for a father's love. I do my
o handle her, and with time, she wil
houghts in my diary. It is som
ck to the present, and a smile gra
he bed, rubbing her eyes while clutching her b
my baby," I murmur, embracing her and planting a gentle kiss on her hea
s me with her endearing, drowsy v
Today, I saw my Daddy in my dleam (dream). He said he's comin
n't know about her existence. And also, I don't want him to ever find out that he has a daughter. What if he
t be able to come to us because he lives far a
would come," she insists, her
hile her gorgeous long blonde hair resembles me. Every time I gaze into her
so upset. I know I need
er hair. "Mommy has planned somethi
r to hear more. "Tell me, Mommy," she requests, her voice laced with a
nk
with
her ears, telling her, "We'll
ement as she asks, "Painting?" She hugs he
acing a soft kiss on her cheek. She's so a
nds and bounces on the bed with
time to brush your teeth and ha
rees, nodding her hea
nd leading her to the bathroom, carrying her on my back. After settling
dmire her. Her wavy hair is open, and she is decked up in
e rinses her mouth, and I lovi
She asks, giving me a toothy grin
a thumbs-up, pulling her cheek
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round her. Meanwhile, I'm sitting on the bed, admiring her. Although she is creating more mess than d
Ella, the friend I made during my job, helped me a lot. Now, for three years, I have been working as a freelance content writer online and earning pretty well. But I know I need more money beca
an't resist capturing some pictures of her. She play
rl, always r
o matter how my mood is, seeing her face, a smile spreads across my
she repeatedly pushes it away. She doesn't let me tie her hair because she likes to keep th
ubber band from the draw
e stops me, "Mommy, don't make a pony
" I explain while gently tying her hair into a ponytail. "Afte
head, her ponytail bounces with her word
n excitement. "Mommy, look." She shows me her drawi
raise her, and she grins,
lap and hugging me tightly. She cups my face with
face, she accidentally smears some on me. But I do
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's P
car ride to school always makes me feel upset because I don't want to leave her behind w
have to go
Mommy explains, holding my hand, an
ze her hand tightly, not wanting to let go.
s." She whispers, brushing a s
o go to school every
d have lots of fun," she explains to m
et. I look at Mommy with pleading eyes, hoping
and giving me a reassuring smile. "It's just about
ith you mo
tender smile. "But you'll have so muc
me and my backpack. I am going to
evel. "Mommy will be waiting for you after school. Enjoy the day to the fullest.
brace her, wrapping my ti
re." She holds me t
waves at me with a broad smile on he
nd give her a flying kis
de the classroom. I look at her for the last t
and clinging to their parents. I see the teacher, Miss Emi
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ell rings, I smile to the fullest. "Finally, I'll be with Mo
I reach the gate of the school with my t
hing for the familiar figure
day," I murmur,
of eating it. I walk towards it without looking around, licking my lower lip. B