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…

flinched at just a slight touch of Mark, he should have known something was not

at her and she was named Virgin Mary

to cry alone in some

the memories came back flooding to him.

a shield to Mariella right since that moment and for some reason, during his married years with Yvonne, he had been looking for Mariella desperately in Yvonne but had failed to do so every time, which led him to an unending frustration and tragic and heartbreaking realization that he could never have her back. Yvonne was in all ways different from Mariella. They had the same face but they had been two completely different people with

very rare he had put this amount of effort

to the point, Yvonne was still pretty after

the beach instead?” he asked uncertainly. In only a few moments, Scott’s attitude washed away, his pride was not here anymore, nor his plan to sleep with her tonight seemed

Yvonne said suspiciously, he never behaved this way generally, unless his mind had been

minute and both reluctantly made their way to the car, their sexual tension had been there

about their empty and failed marriage and now with Iyan missing for more than

her pain. But then, she thought, destiny had many disguises, maybe it was meant for her to suffer all that throughout these

the distance in the east, the lights filled the view and reflected on

away from the beach now. It was a moonlit night and the stars shone bright in

behaved gentlemanly, he got out to open Yvonne’s door. As she got out, she wondered if he behaved that way with all the girls he had been with after her, including Anna. How could she even forgive him for

the beach,” he said

not willing to 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 her

her left hand- had her mind not been clouded with things from the past, tonight the moon was breathtakingly beautiful in the

her, she was matching her steps but she had a lot going on in her mind right now. To break the silence, he said, “I think

asked unaffected, looking straight to avoid looking

to that- Scott was a good actor, she had realized after all this. But