Divorced Husband Wants Me Back

I'm Serena Anson, a miserable joke who had once again caught her husband's betrayal.I looked aside at the passenger seat where a pile of pictures of my husband embracing and kissing another woman was present.

My marriage with Tyler Walter started from an accidental one-night stand and now he was revenging me by sleeping around with his sluts.

I increased the throttle and the night in front of me was like a huge black hole trying to swallow me up. However, instead of fear, I seemed to have a morbid thrill. If I died like this, would Tyler mourn for me with remorse?

I closed my eyes as the obstacle ahead of me got closer and closer. But the next second, a lovely angel face appeared in my mind and my sanity pulled back. I couldn't die! I couldn't leave Millie alone in the world.

As my car was about to hit the bridge pillar, I opened my eyes and quickly swerved into the left lane, perfectly avoiding the pillar that might take my life. It was Taylor's mistake, I shouldn't be so foolish as to punish myself with death.

I stopped the car at the familiar villa,"My complexion returned to normal. I couldn't let my daughter know her father was a scumbag. Taylor was also convinced I would do that.",Yes, I did,.

I got the photos together and exited the car, heading to the corner where I usually burned them. I calmly watched the fire engulfing the face of my husband and his mistresses, my heart no longer hurt as much as it had the first time I found Tyler was cheating on me.I had loved that man dearly but the love was dead already.

I opened the door, and there were only nanny Maria and my daughter's shoes in the hallway, which meant that Tyler hadn't come back tonight. I breathed a sigh. I always liked to track his movements more than before, and now his absence is the best reward for me.

"Serena, your husband's not home yet." Maria came over and confirmed my guess. I nodded and said I knew.

"Where's Millie?" I changed my shoes and looked into my daughter's room.

"She's fast asleep. It's just that she kept asking when Mr. Walter would be home today." Maria said distressed. Maria knew that Tyler rarely went home, and she hardly saw the man in this house.

"Maria, you can get off work, thank you for taking care of Millie." I don't want to explain more about Tyler, there is no point in showing the wound to others, the important thing is that I have become numb to it.

Now, I just want to lie on the big bed, I think I'm really tired.

Before lying down, I went to Millie's room, looked at her sleeping face, and kissed her forehead. My inner happiness began to rise again, and my brows began to stretch unconsciously. I'm glad I beat the darkness once again. No matter how bad my marriage with Tyler was, Millie was my greatest gift. She's the reason that made me strong.

Out of Mille's room, I lay my exhausted body on the soft bed after changing my clothes. I stared blankly at the ceiling. How long had this been? Being stuck in such a hopeless marriage?

I used to believe marrying the man of your dreams would be bliss, but the cruel reality taught me that you can't force love. I don't know how much longer I can hold out, but I'll do my best for Millie.

I buried my head under the covers letting sleep capture me. There was still a lot of work awaiting me. I needed to let go of the needless jealousy and sadness and then focus on the ones that were worth it.

However, feather kisses on my shoulders woke me up at exactly 4 AM. I groaned and rolled on the bed. The shameless lips that disturbed my comfortable sleep went to my neck. I opened my eyes and angrily pushed Tyler. His eyes immediately mirrored the anger that ignited between us.

"What the."

I shot him cold glares. "I'm exhausted, Tyler!"

He sat on the bed and hissed. "That's always your reason!"

"Because it's the truth. I worked all day until midnight. Do you expect me to stay awake and wait for you so you can quench your fcking thirst? No way! never! I'm not any of your bitches who crave your shameless c*ck!"

He sneered coldly, "But you forced me to marry you with your whorish behavior. What right do you have to say such things?"

My heart broke again, even though I explained to him that it was just an accident six years ago, he never believed me. I shook my head, there was no need to explain anymore.

I didn't want to face that face that hurt my heart anymore, I got out of bed to leave, but he grabbed me back onto the bed and quickly straddled me.

"Let me go!" I angrily slapped his arms.

He tightened his grip, "Let you go? No! I will never do that. You're still my wife, Selena. What wife doesn't sleep with her husband?"

"You disgust me, Taylor. Do you really think I'll sleep with you after you've slept with different women? Go to hell! I'm not your sex toy!" I immediately pushed him away!

He walked closer to her, gritting his teeth, "Selena, have you forgotten who put us in this situation?"

"You framed me, got pregnant with my child, you manipulated me, so don't tell me this, you're no different from the women I've slept with. Your parents died, you lost everything, so you plotted a one-night stand! Because you wanted to use my reputation to get into the best hospital in New York!"

I slapped him, my eyes filled with tears. How dare he judge me like that? He didn't know that the day I had that one-night stand with him, I had just learned that my parents died, I was numb and walked into the bar, I don't even know why I ended up in Taylor's bed the next day.

"He... I covered my chest, realizing I couldn't make a sound. I had always thought that at least one thing was true - that even though he didn't love me, he believed in my honesty. Now, the past six years felt like a massive cesspool, constantly nauseating me."

"I could no longer bear it," I was suddenly tired of this endless bickering. I had a feeling it was going to destroy us all sooner or later, including Millie.

With that thought, I made my decision. I sniffed and wiped the lone tear that rolled down my cheeks. I swallowed hard and stared at Tyler again-with a blank expression this time.

"I want a divorce."

His forehead creased. "What?"

I looked down and balled my trembling fists before I looked at him again with teary eyes. "We're not gonna work out, Tyler. Let's just divorce."

His lips parted. He stared at me for a few seconds before he brushed his fingers against his hair and let out a sarcastic laugh. He turned his back and turned to me again with a ridiculed expression before his face mirrored his anger.

"And you think I'll let you go? Huh? You think you can put an end to this that easily? Right after you ruined my life?"

"You don't want this marriage, right? You've been constantly cheating on me, Tyler! I want out! I quit! Just wait for the divorce agreement and you can finally be with your mistresses-"

"No one's divorcing, Serena!" He growled and punched the wall. His chest was moving up and down rapidly. His face and neck were so red as violence showed in his eyes.

I gasped in shock and stared at him. He headed to me. The violence in his eyes was so scary.

"Don't even dream of leaving, Serena. Back when you had the guts to steal my seeds, you should have been prepared for my revenge."

Anger was dripping in every corner of my body again. Yes, I got pregnant unplanned. But it wasn't entirely my fault. We did it together so how am I to blame alone?

I could no longer tolerate how he treated me and I grabbed the lampshade and threw it at him. He used his arms to cover his chest and it created a shallow cut on his arm. I saw it clearly but I ignored it. The wound he inflicted in my heart is much deeper than that mere cut. It was nothing compared to what he made me feel in this marriage.

He looked at me and clenched his jaws. "Go on! Throw everything. Ruin everything but I will not allow you to get away. You brought this upon us, Serena. You ruined my life so I will ruin yours too. I promise you.I will never allow you to be happy. Not until I die in your hands and you're finally free."

"Mo.my.dada."

My anger immediately vanished and worry filled me. I saw Tyler's expression change too as I turned to where the voice came from.

Rubbing her eyes while standing by the door connecting to her bedroom, was Millie. She's wearing her pink sleepwear and it obviously looked like we woke her up.

"Sweetie." I walked towards her and carried her.

I gently removed her tiny hand rubbing her eyes. She looked at me with sleepiness and innocence. "Mommy, daddy. fighting?"

My lips parted. Before I could answer, Tyler stood beside me and put his arm around my waist. He kissed Millie's cheek and caressed her hair.

"Of course not. Mommy and Daddy aren't fighting, princess." Tyler's gentle voice was so clear in my ear. When was the last time I heard him talk to me using that gentle voice? It sounds so absurd but I'm starting to regret the day I married him.

"Why don't we go back to your room, sweetie? I'll sing you to sleep."

She shook her head. "Millie wants to sleep with mommy and daddy."

Tyler carried her from me, distracting her from our messy bedroom. "Of course! Princess can do whatever she wants. Let's go!"

My eyes followed them as Tyler carried Millie to her bedroom and put her on her small bed. He put the blanket on her before he looked at me. I had no choice. I don't want my daughter to think that we're fighting. I climbed on the bed and lay beside Millie. Tyler was on the other side, staring at me intently.

"Mommy, sing." Millie whispered. I smiled and started caressing her hair as I started singing softly. I could feel Tyler's stares but I ignored him completely.

I thought it was over, but after Millie fell into a deep slumber, I felt Tyler's eyes piercing through my body again.

I looked at him and met his blazing eyes. He clenched his jaws as his eyes darkened even more.

"Don't ever bring up divorce again, Serena. There's no way I'll let you go and escape this miserable life."

"You are destined to suffer with me. You are mine."

Serena's POV

"Are you just going to let him do that? That bastard! After he cheated so many times, he doesn't even want a divorce! I want to barge into his office right now and kill him!"

When I told my cousin Selina the reason for my argument with Tyler last night, she immediately said angrily.

I had my hands on the steering wheel and sighed, "Selena, calm down. Last night I was too angry too, that's why I brought up divorce...you know, for now I don't want to hurt Millie, she needs her father."

"Serena!" she groaned. "Millie needs a happy mother more. Or are you still in love with that bastard!"

Do I still love Tyler? This morning after watching Tyler leave, when I thought about separating from him, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. Maybe, for the past six years I've always loved Tyler, never stopped. No matter how many times he showed he didn't care about me.

And Millie, when I thought about Millie asking me why I'm separating from Taylor, her disappointed expression, it felt like the air was cut off from my throat.

I couldn't breathe...

I took a deep breath, then said, "Selena...you don't understand marriage, before I got married, I swore that once my husband cheated, I would leave without hesitation. But when I had a child, I found...I couldn't do it so decisively anymore."

"Maybe you think I'm weak, stupid. But the fact is, when Millie was born, I found myself becoming a coward." I lowered my head, the road ahead suddenly turned into an ocean, I was drifting on it, feeling lost inside.

Seeing my vulnerability, Selina stroked my shoulder and gently comforted me, "Serena, I just hope you can be happier, I believe Millie would want that too. Maybe you can try communicating the current situation with her."

"Okay..." I answered with a choked voice. Before my depression comes back to me, I need to cheer up quickly. No matter what, I need to get rid of Taylor's influence on me.

"I wish Auntie and Uncle were here..." The car stopped, and she hugged me again. I felt a lot better. Selina was right, if my parents hadn't had that accident, I believe Taylor and I might not even have crossed paths.

But I have to face reality, I pushed Selina away, my assistant's name appeared on my phone screen again. "Selena, don't worry, I'm a doctor, I remember my duty, I'll be responsible for any of my patients."

After saying that, I blinked and walked into the hospital.

When I reached the hospital, I was immediately occupied by the patients scheduled for the day. It was past lunchtime when I received a call from Maria. She never called me without a valid reason so I immediately answered the call in case of emergency.

"Hello, Maria?"

[Serena! I couldn't contact your husband. Can you come over to Millie's school? She got injured and she won't stop crying.]

My heart skipped a beat in worry and fear. I immediately grabbed my bag and car keys, not even bothered that I was just wearing comfortable slippers and still wearing the lab gown.

"I'll be there quickly. Try to calm her down, Maria."

[Okay. Drive safely.]

I immediately hung up the phone, ran towards the elevator, and called Taylor while walking towards the garage.

Busy tone, then voicemail!

Bastard! He's always not around at critical moments. Does Millie really need a father who's never there for her?

By the time I reached Millie's kindergarten, I was out of breath. The teacher was waiting for me at the entrance and immediately told me what happened as we quickly walked towards the nurse's office.

"Mrs. Walter, she was playing with her friends when she suddenly tripped and fell. Her arm hit the table, just a minor bleeding, but I'm concerned about infection or other issues, so I still recommend taking her to the hospital for further examination," the teacher said apologetically.

I immediately found Millie and checked her condition.

"Mommy!" Millie saw me.

"Sweetie." I kissed her forehead and caressed her hair. She's already so sweaty. I held her carefully, trying not to hurt her bruised arm.

She whimpered in my arms, "Mommy, where's daddy?"

"Daddy is busy, sweetie. Mommy will take you to the doctor first and Daddy will join us soon. Is that okay?"

She nodded tearfully but disappointment couldn't be hidden in her eyes. I sighed, carrying her out of the school to the nearby clinic.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Walter. Her arm has got some scrapes but nothing serious. Just be careful not to wet the wound when you bathe her."

I nodded and walked out of the medical room only to catch Millie sitting on the hallway bench with her head hung low and Maria accompanied her with a worried face. My little girl must be sad that her Daddy hadn't shown up yet.

I tried calling Tyler again but I gritted my teeth when the call was directed to the voicemail-for the nth time. I can't believe him! What the hell is he doing now?!

I dropped the phone and walked to Millie, ready to take her home. But as soon as I crouched down in front of her, I sensed that she was unusually depressed.

"Hey sweetie, what happened?" I asked softly, caressing her face.

Tears welled up in her eyes again, "Mommy, why didn't Daddy answer me?" and her voice shook, "Does...Does Daddy not want me?"

"What?" I asked, frowning. Maria, standing aside, was hesitant to say. I turned to her, "What happened, Maria?"

"Millie was just a little bored so I took her out on the balcony for a while and then she saw..." her voice grew fainter yet Millie wept first.

"I saw Daddy with another kid! I called him but he didn't answer me! Daddy doesn't want me!"

My mind went blank and I felt my blood freeze. I was about to call Tyler again when my private investigator sent me a message with a picture attached to it. My heart clenched in anger.

In the photo was my husband, accompanying a familiar woman while carrying a boy in his arms. And they just stepped out of this same clinic!

The last bit of faith I had in holding on to this marriage was shattered.

When Catherine Smith came back, I had no chance of winning. And Tyler had just proved it with his actions.

Serena's POV

I lifted my face and looked at Maria. She's obviously panicking as she tries to caress my shoulder to calm me down. "S-Serena, it might be a mistake. Millie was still shocked and she must've mistook that man for her father."

Slowly, I stood on my feet and gripped the phone in my hand tight. There's no way my private investigator would make a mistake. Besides, the photo clearly shows my husband's delighted face while carrying the child.

"Mommy! Does my daddy hate me?"

I immediately carried Millie carefully and caressed her cheeks, wiping her tears. I felt like crying too. My daughter's tears are my weakness. I don't wanna see her crying and I'll make Tyler pay for hurting our daughter.

I sniffed and shook my head. "That's not daddy."

"B-But."

I pressed my lips on her cheek, long but gentle. "That's not daddy, sweetheart. Daddy is working."

She looked at me with eyes full of tears although it had stopped rolling down her cheeks. "You're not lying?"

I shook my head. I am but you shouldn't know.

Tyler is busy. He's busy with his old love and he's refusing to answer my calls because of her. Catherine Smith. Thinking about that name made me taste bitterness. My heart couldn't accept that his cheating had come this far and what about that little boy? Is that their child?

I can't believe this! He already cheated and if he already has a child with another woman, why won't he give me what I want? Why won't he give my freedom back?

I had a hard time convincing Millie to sleep. She keeps on asking me about her father and up until now, I'm still trying to reach him, not wanting to give up for my daughter's sake. But Millie has already fallen asleep without even hearing anything from Tyler.

This doesn't seem to be a punishment. For what? For marrying the man I loved? After my one-night stand with Taylor, I even avoided him. I tried so hard to escape from him, but his father found out I was pregnant. His father forced him to marry me, plus Taylor's father believed he had to respect my parents. My parents were good friends with Taylor's parents before they passed away.

I didn't think Taylor would submit to his father, but in the end he came to me, smiling and telling me he could marry me. After my parents died, it was the first time I smiled, and I started looking forward to our married life. After Millie was born, Taylor started talking to me more. He named her, spent more time with us, learned to be a father...it was one of the few happy days we spent together. The night we had sex again, I finally had some hope for our marriage. I started dreaming of his love again, until I found out Taylor was cheating on me with his secretary.

I didn't see them in bed, but Taylor never denied it. Since then, Taylor's arms have always had different women. Even if I didn't see them having sex, I don't believe a man and woman would just be together for simple conversation.

When I saw Catherine's face, my fingers started trembling.. Tyler looked so happy and.content. He'd never looked like that in all the years we'd been married. And neither with his other mistresses. Why? The answer was right beside him. Catherine Smith, the only woman Tyler Walter had loved.

I suddenly realized that perhaps I had been able to tolerate his cheating before only because I subconsciously knew that none of those women posed a threat and I had his love for Millie. But now? I was not sure anymore. When Catherine returned, he would get over us soon, wouldn't he?

I fell asleep on the couch and woke up when I heard the door open. I slowly sat and glanced at the time on my phone. I let out a sarcastic laugh, realizing it was already 3 AM.

"You were so happy about your old love's return that you forgot your own daughter, weren't you?"

He paused when he heard my voice. I smelled the strong scent of alcohol and it made me angrier. While I was busy soothing Millie's broken heart, he was out having fun with his old flame. How shameless! How disgusting!

Tyler looked at me with dark and cold eyes before he threw his coat on the couch. His sleeves were folded up to his elbow and the first two buttons of his dress shirt were open. His hair is messy and his eyes are reddish and sleepy.

I can't believe this! I was right. He was with her. He spent the night with her and.who knows what they did the whole night.

"What did you say?" He asked violently.

I smirked and pulled myself up as he watched me with hawk-like eyes. He still has the guts to look at me that way. To get mad when he was the one who did me wrong.

"I see your new flavor of the week was a familiar face. Was she good in bed?"

He grabbed my neck and said angrily, "You don't know what you're saying. How dare you compare Catherine to other women?"

I wasn't afraid and laughed sarcastically again. "Why not? Taylor, you're still my husband! What she's doing is no different from a slut!"

His hand tightened around my neck again, but I waited for him, unflinching. My courage grew after I realized I no longer harbored any illusions.

Finally, Taylor sighed and let me go. But I didn't want to live like this anymore. Serena was right, Millie needed a happy mother. With her father having other children, she would be even more neglected.

I immediately threw the divorce papers in his face. "Sign it. You wouldn't want Catherine to be a mistress."

Taylor's gaze was fixed on the divorce papers, his chest heaving. I didn't understand what he was angry about. I thought he needed time to look over the terms, but when I turned around, I heard the sound of papers being torn.

"I said we're not getting divorced! I won't hurt Millie!" he said angrily before trying to leave me.

He had the nerve to say he wouldn't hurt Millie. When Millie was hurt, he was holding the child he had with another woman, yet he said he wouldn't hurt Millie!

I immediately slapped him. "You've done your duty?" I roared angrily. He faced me, his eyes dark. Those brown eyes I used to admire. But now I hated them. I hated the way they looked at me. They were bloodshot. Full of hatred.

"Millie was hurt. I called you several times today, but you didn't answer. How can you say that?" I asked painfully and angrily. "Your daughter was crying for her dad, but you didn't show up for so long. How can you say that? You've been ignoring us, Taylor!"

"Millie was hurt?" he grabbed me and asked urgently.

I immediately broke free from him and said coldly, "Don't pretend to be a good father. You have other children! You're Millie's biggest abuser!"

"Serena, that's not..." Taylor tried to hug me again, but I avoided him. I wiped my tears and said as calmly as I could, "Taylor, just do as I say. You know I'm right, if you really love Millie."

He shook his head so slowly and dangerously. His drunk eyes were never leaving mine as if I'd disappear if he looked away even for a second and it intensifies his anger.

"You'll have to kill me first, Serena. Only then you can be free."