His Ex Wife

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For the date, Yvonne decided against the dress Scott had sent. The main goal behind that was to show him that he could now not just boss her around, things were going to be the other way around this time. She chose to go with an older and basic off shoulder red polka dot dress instead.

She really wished she could somehow speak to Iyan again. For some strange reason, the presence of Iyan was reassuring and Scott’s was stressful. It had been different in her marriage though but they still hardly got much time together, 3 years had easily gone down the line with being married to Scott and they still had such little memories together.

Maybe because Scott had not even given her sufficient amount of time. Had he done so, he would not already have been both married and divorced twice.

At sharp 8 pm, Scott stood right on Yvonne’s doorstep, he rung the bell and waited, his car neatly parked across the street. He had been impatient to see her again since he had last seen her, it would not be wrong to say that he was being consumed in her desire, craving the warmth of her body onto his.

On the other side of the door, Yvonne fidgeted her fingers as a sign of nervousness as she stood behind the door but tried to keep her calm and attitude on point. She had been stressing over the mere thought of going out with him again. She recalled the disastrous date they had had in Italy, when Scott had been on a honeymoon with Anna. And then the making out at outside Starbucks, but Yvonne, like all other girls had her weak and strong side. Right now she felt like throwing herself in the bed and wear comfy baggy clothes and just lie there in comfort, she just didn’t feel strong enough to face him again.

But she had no intention to show Scott her weak side again. She opened the door and saw him standing there, as usual, dressed in a dashing suit and tie, he did look good as always. She started with a casual “Hi” to make the conversation light.

But Scott was spontaneously hit with something else; a strong wave of nostalgia came over him as soon as he saw her in that dress; for a brief moment, he forgot about everything and went back to that first day when he had seen Mariella.

All the memories dug deep in the past about that girl came rushing to him.

When he saw her for the first time…unconfident yet beautiful…

When she was walking nervously down the hallway, trying not to attract any attention but was still the center of attention, including his…

When Mark, a friend of his, had sneaked from behind, trying to feel her up as a prank and he had stood in the corner laughing with all his other friends…how he regretted that thing till today, that it had ruined his first impression in front of Mariella…

touch of Mark, he should have known something was

been laughing at her and she was named Virgin Mary of

away to cry alone

came back flooding to

so every time, which led him to an unending frustration and tragic and

at the Plaza, for the private setting arrangement he had gotten done specifically for her; the entire hotel floor was booked for just the two of them. It was very rare he had

stood magnificent to the point, Yvonne was still pretty after the face

here anymore,

he never behaved this way generally, unless his mind had been preoccupied with something

made that out in a single minute and both reluctantly made their way to

single minute but Yvonne didn’t mind that. She was lost in her own thoughts about their empty and failed marriage and now with Iyan missing for more than 3 days, she had no clue if she even wanted to continue

struggle, he had been responsible for all her pain. But then, she thought, destiny

beach, tall and magnificent towers stood far in the distance in the east, the lights filled the view and reflected on the calm surface of the sea

car was parked, they were only some walking distance away from the beach now. It was a moonlit night and the stars shone bright in

had been with after her, including Anna. How could

should go for a walk on the beach,” he said intently

speak to him because she did not have the mental energy to neither argue nor refuse. But he understood her enough to understand why she was so quiet, he did feel guilty for what he did, for wasting 5 years of her life…when he probably had not been this serious with

strode along the beach, Yvonne had taken off her red heels that now hung in her left hand- had her mind not been clouded with things from

going on in her mind right now. To

asked unaffected, looking straight to

nothing to that- Scott was a good actor, she had realized after all this. But she in