Billionaires Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead

ed on for the sa

leaving as soon as we were dismissed, mostly

lier to watch from the torment of my window w

string of trust I have in

eat me in such a manner, even though his rec

car door for his prat. And he didn't glance my w

ttling on my windshield was a pett

, who stared at me rather pitifu

h I'm quick to cry, which is seen as a

ne as I stand by the window like I wan

nch since I reached

reflections would soon discover my presence and think, 'Oh

on't b

riding into the garage,

e. What's more painful than slamming

im coming up. Each footfall that creaks on

ff Zeath's potent patchouli scent-minty, velvety, warm; but also capable of trapping it

et to add my exasperation from Zeath's ruthless display

taircase landing. I only realize I'm there

come up when the spiral stai

ith me? Maybe he's reconsideri

e with their baby mama. Now it makes

but suddenly stops after noticing

om crown to sole

irt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his veiny arms. And his torso snatches eve

highs. What amazes me every time is the usual protruding outline

lways carried a relish that left me heady. Now they're drawing me, ca

robably

Zeath's calm voice bo

ah, since when did we sleep at barely 8 pm

I make

opping at the same level as Zeath and letting my hands car

e doesn't even avoid me since h

lines to my height. Now he se

re. He's just t

time, I reach him. But as I try to pry his lips op

of poking a wall, he

grabs my jaws roughly and kisses me so

ive, not how

h me; asked me from time to

he can from an already wrecked cabi

the wrec

he groans against my lips. "B

he step behind me. Breathing profusely, caressing my

h and too short a per

as so supportive and understanding of the fact that we cou

ten all we had

overy, I follow his scent to find him in th

he puts on his silk black pajamas, slid

ever love me?" That was painful to ask, as much a

sed." His words drive chills down my spine, making me quest

he continues before turning around to approach me while I'm stuck where I stand. "Not one wh

en us. That was quick, yet not ne

really loved me. You are just an obsessed cockatoo." It's not only the voice, though; I b

ll those cuddles, kisses, and affection? They all made my skin crawl-like a troll embracing i

using me to flinch. "You merely caught my attention because you were a self-ab

Then Zeath lifts hi

change my stance of horror as his

un to break the stone-cold girl. I thought the same too when I approached you... pf

evident. "It's always been Yolie, for me. She's someone you can never be. And a

oice is

d, tingling in my gums, and

rue Zeath? I hope it's all just a dream. I hope my husband will wake up tomo

ars as Zeath gathers two pillows and a blanket before m

Yolie from high school that I know. A total bully and failure. Always had her mom come yapping at the principal whenever someone pinche

, and I'm left by myself,

ping them. Instead, I whisper through the cracks in my

ch better there when I think, 'I can't let anyone tramp over me and di