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…

had flinched at just a slight touch of

everyone had been laughing at her and she was named Virgin Mary

away to cry alone in

back flooding

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 evidently distinct personalities.

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 put this amount of effort in impressing a

was dressed in the casual dress and still stood magnificent to the point, Yvonne was still pretty after the face of Mariella

pride was not here anymore, nor his plan to sleep with her tonight seemed like a

behaved this way generally, unless his mind had been preoccupied with something important, but still, she had never seen him so uncertain

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

not speak for even a 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

sitting next to her made her feel nothing but regret. For the last two years of struggle, he had been responsible for all her pain. But then, she thought, destiny had many disguises, maybe it was meant for her to suffer all that

and magnificent towers stood far in the distance in the east, the lights filled the

car was parked, they were only some walking distance away from the beach now. It was a

with after her, including Anna. How could she even forgive him

for a walk on the beach,”

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 anyway despite

had

at her, she was matching her steps but she had a lot going on in her mind right now. To break the

straight to avoid looking at him

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