I Crave For My Ex-Wife's Love

I entered our shared bedroom, couldn't help but feel emptiness. I had just finished preparing breakfast for Alexander's family, a task that had become daily routine for me. But despite my efforts, I couldn't shake off feeling that I didn't belong here. They never considered me part of their family, and house felt more like prison than home.

My mind wandered back to my childhood, when my grandfather had raised me with love and care. I had been orphan, but he had been my rock, my confidant. And now, he was gone. I still missed him dearly.

Promise he had made to Alexander's grandfather haunted me still. Promise that had led me to this place, to this marriage, to this life. I had tried to make best of it, I really had. I had fallen in love with Alexander day I married him, but it seemed he didn't feel same way.

Three years had passed since our wedding day, and yet, there was no marital relationship between us. No love, no affection, no nothing. He was always cold towards me, never appreciating my efforts, never standing up for me when his family insulted me. And they did, often. His mother, his aunt, his cousin Lylah - they all made sure I knew I wasn't welcome here.

I felt my love for Alexander fading away, replaced by deep-seated desire to escape. To leave this place, to leave them, and start anew. I was tired of being humiliated, tired of being ignored, tired of being alone.

I looked at Alexander, sleeping peacefully beside me. He had come home late last night, reeking of alcohol. Tyler and I had barely managed to get him to bed. I wanted to let him sleep, but I knew he had important meeting today. So I gently shook him, trying to rouse him from his slumber.

"Alexander...Alexander..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. But he just rolled over, unmoving. I sighed, feeling pang of frustration. Why couldn't he see me? Why couldn't he love me? I was Roslyn, his wife, his partner. But to him, I was just mere inconvenience.

I stood before him; his gaze met mine, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Coldness in his eyes was a familiar sight, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years. I stepped back, my heart sinking, and whispered, "You're late for your meeting."

He groggily looked at the time and, without uttering a word, got up and strode towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that my presence was nothing more than an inconvenience to him.

I descended the stairs, my heart heavy with the knowledge that I would have to face the rest of the family. They were already seated at the breakfast table, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of disdain and annoyance.

Lylah, Alexander's cousin, was the first to speak, her voice dripping with venom. "Where were you till now? Are you the head lady of this house, for whom we have to wait? How long have I been waiting?"

Catherine, Alexander's mother, chimed in, "Calm down, my daughter. Roslyn, serve the breakfast. We're hungry."

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Ma'am."

I began to serve the breakfast and caught sight of Alexander descending the stairs, looking every bit the handsome and put-together man that he was. My heart skipped a beat when our eyes met, and for a moment, I forgot about the coldness that had grown between us.

But the moment was short-lived, with Aunt Melicia's shrill voice cutting through the air. "Hey, where is your attention? You spilled coffee all over the table. You know Alexander doesn't like a messy table."

I felt my face flush with embarrassment and apologized, "Sorry, Aunt Melicia. I'll clean it up."

I bent down to clean the mess, stealing glances at Alexander, who was now seated at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on some distant point, his expression unreadable. I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that I would never be able to reach him or touch his heart.

Aunt Melicia's voice cut through the air, her words dripping with venom. "No need; just go away from here. I don't want to see this miserable face of yours." I felt a sting from her words, but it wasn't just the insult that hurt. It was the fact that my husband, Alexander, sat silently, his expression unreadable, his eyes fixed on some distant point. He didn't flinch, didn't react, and didn't defend me. It was as if I was invisible, insignificant.

I endured the humiliation, my heart heavy with sorrow. I served food to my husband, my hands shaking slightly as I placed the plate in front of him. He didn't even acknowledge me, his eyes never leaving the distant point he seemed so fixated on.

Lylah, Alexander's cousin, spoke up next, her voice shrill and demanding. "Hey, where is my tea? Bring it quickly!" I felt a surge of resentment, but I pushed it down, my eyes cast downward. I knew better than to defy them.

I hurried to the kitchen, my feet moving swiftly as I tried to escape the toxic atmosphere. But even in the kitchen, I couldn't escape the pitying glances of the servants. They knew my situation and knew how I was treated like a doormat by Alexander's family. I felt a pang of shame, knowing that even they felt sorry for me.

I approached Lylah with the steaming cup of tea; I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. She was known for her cruel behavior, and I had already endured so much humiliation at her hands. But I had no idea that she had something even more sinister in store for me.

Just as I was about to hand her the cup, she deliberately moved her leg towards me, causing me to lose my balance. I bent forward, desperately trying to regain my footing, but it was too late. The cup fell from my hand, and the scalding hot tea splashed everywhere, including onto my own hand.

But to my horror, Lylah started screaming, clutching her hand as if she had been severely burned. "Oh my God, my hand!" she wailed, her voice echoing through the room.

Aunt Melicia rushed to her side, her face twisted in fake concern. "Oh no, look what this wretched girl has done! She's burned my daughter's hand!"

I stood there, my own hand throbbing in pain, and watched in disbelief as the scene unfolded before me. Alexander's mother joined in, her voice shrill with accusation. "Roslyn, what's all this? We know you're jealous of Lylah, but that doesn't mean you'll hurt her in front of us. Apologize!"

I felt a surge of indignation. "Apologize? But I haven't done anything! She deliberately moved her foot towards me so that I would fall."

Aunt Melicia's face turned beet red with rage, her eyes bulging with venom. "Look at this wretched, insolent creature! She's a walking disaster, a clumsy oaf who can't even serve tea without causing chaos! And then she has the audacity to blame my innocent daughter? You're a despicable, good-for-nothing girl, Roslyn! A complete and utter failure as a wife and a member of this family!"

Her words cut deep, each one a razor-sharp slash to my already battered soul. I felt my eyes sting with tears, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

Alexander's mother joined in, her voice dripping with malice. "Yes, Roslyn, you're a constant embarrassment to us. Your carelessness and stupidity know no bounds. You're a burden to this family, a weight that we're forced to carry."

I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces; the pain and humiliation were almost too much to bear. But still, I stood tall, my eyes locked on Aunt Melicia's twisted face. I wouldn't back down; I wouldn't apologize for something that wasn't my fault. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of breaking me completely.

"I have not committed any mistake for which I should apologize to this girl,"

The words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down by the woman who was supposed to be my mother-in-law. "How dare you?" she spat, her voice venomous.

My husband, Alexander, stood up, his eyes blazing with anger. "Apologize to Lylah," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I felt a surge of fear, but I stood my ground. "It's not my fault, so I won't apologize," I said, my voice shaking but resolute.

Alexander took a step closer to me, his face twisted in rage. "Apologize," he repeated, his voice rising.

I shook my head, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "No," I whispered.

And then, in a flash of movement, his hand connected with my cheek. The slap sent shockwaves through my entire body, leaving a stinging sensation that seemed to sear my skin.

I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me, followed by a deep sadness. My husband, the man I loved, had hit me. In front of his family.

Tears streamed down my face as I realized the truth. I was alone. I was trapped in a living nightmare, with no escape from the cruelty that surrounded me. My husband didn't believe me, didn't trust me. He had chosen his family over me, and I was left to face the consequences.

The room seemed to spin around me, and I felt myself falling, falling into a deep abyss of despair. I was lost, alone, and utterly broken.

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Alexander's words cut deep, each one a razor-sharp slash to my already battered soul. "Don't you dare to lie, Roslyn," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "I know you very well. Lylah is not like you, okay? She's not cheap like you. So don't think I will trust you. This is your cheap trick."

I felt a surge of anger and hurt, but I stood my ground. "I will still say that it is not my fault," I said, my voice shaking with emotion.

Without another word, I turned and ran towards our room, desperate to escape the toxic atmosphere. But Alexander's mother's voice followed me, her words echoing in my mind like a curse.

"See the consequences of marrying this poor and illiterate girl," she spat. "You should not have listened to your grandfather. Bloody gold digger girl."

I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me as I realized that Alexander hadn't even bothered to defend me. He had simply walked away, leaving me to face the wrath of his family alone.

I collapsed onto the floor of our room, tears streaming down my face. It was too much to bear. Alexander had crossed all limits this time. He had proven that he didn't love me and that he didn't trust me. He had proven that he hated me.

In that moment, something inside me snapped. I realized that I had had enough. I was done with this marriage, done with being treated like a doormat. I wanted to be free, to live my own life, to love myself.

I wept for a long time, mourning the death of my dreams, mourning the loss of my love. But as the tears dried, a spark of determination ignited within me. I would rise from the ashes, I would take control of my life, and I would never again let anyone treat me like this.

the night wore on, I remained holed up in my room, unable to face the cruel faces of my husband's family. The thought of going downstairs and pretending everything was fine was too much to bear. I hadn't eaten all day, and my stomach growled with hunger, but I couldn't muster the strength to care.

It was around 8 pm when I heard the door open. Alexander was home, and surprisingly early. I wondered what could have brought him back so soon, but I didn't care. I didn't want to see him; I didn't want to talk to him. He only reminded me of my pain, my humiliation, and my faded love.

I remained on the floor, my back against the bed, and my eyes fixed on some point in front of me. Alexander ignored me, as if I were invisible. He changed his clothes and headed towards his study room, which was attached to our bedroom. I felt a surge of anger and frustration as I watched him. How could he so easily dismiss me, dismiss my feelings?

And then, without thinking, the words slipped out of my mouth. "I WANT DIVORCE!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls.

The room fell silent. Alexander stopped in his tracks; his back still turned to me. I could sense his tension, his surprise. But I didn't care. I meant it. I wanted out of this loveless, abusive marriage. I wanted to be free.

Slowly, Alexander turned around, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. But I didn't flinch. I held his gaze, my eyes blazing with determination. I was done. I was finally done with this toxic marriage, done with being treated like a doormat. I wanted my freedom, and I was ready to fight for it.

Alexander's steps halted, his cold face turning towards me with a mixture of shock and disdain. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice dripping with ice.

I stood my ground, meeting his gaze with matching coldness. No fear, no softness, just a resolute determination. "I want divorce, Mr. Alexander Valtor," I repeated, my voice firm and clear.

Alexander's expression twisted in contempt. "Don't you think it should be me who asks for divorce? I am the one who was forced to marry a girl like you."

I felt a surge of anger at his words, but I kept my cool. "What doesn't matter now? Let's get divorced and separate our paths. I really don't want to stay in this house and stay with you and your family anymore. I am done."

I took a deep breath, my words pouring out like a torrent. "Don't worry, I don't need anything from you. Just your signature on the divorce papers is enough for me. With that, I can finally leave this place behind."

I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I turned and walked out of the room, leaving Alexander looking surprised and taken aback. I knew I had to leave to get away from that toxic environment and the people who had crushed my self-respect.

I walked away. I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. My love for Alexander had turned to hatred, and I was no longer willing to be their slave. I was done with being treated like a doormat, done with being humiliated and belittled.

I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was ready to start anew. I would leave this place behind; leave the pain and the heartache behind. I would rise from the ashes, stronger and wiser. And I would never again let anyone treat me like this.

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I stepped out of the mansion, and I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. My grandfather's words echoed in my mind: "If someone doesn't appreciate your love, let him go." I had finally mustered the courage to walk away from the toxic relationship that had consumed me for three long years.

But as I walked away from the mansion, I couldn't help but feel lost and alone. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about my grandfather, the only person who had ever truly cared for me. He was no longer with me, and I felt like I had no one to turn to.

I walked aimlessly, my thoughts consumed by the pain and heartache of the past three years. I had given Alexander my everything, and he had repaid me with cruelty and indifference. I couldn't understand what I had done wrong or why he couldn't love me the way I loved him.

I walked; I became so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when I stepped off the sidewalk and into the middle of the road. The sound of a car horn pierced the air, and I turned just in time to see a car hurtling towards me.

I tried to move, but it was too late. The car hit me with a sickening thud, and I felt myself flying through the air. I landed hard on the pavement, my eyes blurring and my head spinning.

I lay there. I saw a man running towards me, his face etched with concern. "Roslyn! Roslyn!" he shouted, his voice familiar but distant. "How did you come here? Oh god, hold on!"

He reached me and scooped me up in his arms, cradling me like a child. I felt a sense of comfort and safety wash over me, and my eyes began to close.

"Please don't leave me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"I won't," he replied, his voice soft and gentle. "I've got you, Roslyn. You're safe now."

And with that, everything went black.

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I slowly opened my eyes; the bright hospital lights pierced through my brain, making me wince. But as my gaze fell upon the familiar face beside me, my pain and discomfort melted away. Chris, my childhood friend, my confidant, my protector, was sitting next to me, his eyes filled with concern and care.

I tried to sit up, but a wave of weakness washed over me, forcing me back onto the pillow. Chris quickly reached out and helped me, his strong hands gentle as he supported my back.

"You're here?" I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe I'm meeting you like this, Chris."

Chris smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Rose, I have the same reaction. Thank God you weren't hurt worse. I was so nervous when I saw you lying on the road."

I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at Chris. It had been so long since we'd last seen each other, and yet, here he was, by my side, taking care of me.

"How much time has passed since we met?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Chris glanced at his wristwatch before responding, "4 years, 3 months, 2 weeks, 5 days, and 7 minutes." He smiled, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"You were counting," I teased, my heart feeling lighter.

Chris chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Maybe a little, Rose."

I felt a pang of sadness wash over me as I thought about our past. "Sorry, I came here without meeting you, Chris," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was so caught up in my own problems."

Chris's expression turned serious, and he reached out, holding my hand in his. "No problem, Rose. At least we met now. But what were you doing alone on that street, especially at night? You know you don't like walking in the dark, and it's winter..."

His words trailed off, but I knew what he was getting at. The memories of that fateful night, the night I walked away from Alexander's mansion, came flooding back. The pain, the heartache, the feeling of being lost and alone... it all came rushing back, threatening to consume me once more.

I gazed up at Chris, his eyes filled with genuine concern, and for the first time in three years, I felt someone truly care for me. The dam broke, and tears streamed down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably. Chris enveloped me in a warm hug, his hands caressing my back in a soothing motion.

"It's okay, Rose, I'm with you," he whispered. "You know I consider you more of a sister than a friend."

I clung to him, releasing all the pent-up emotions I had held inside for so long. I cried for nearly half an hour, finally allowing myself to let go of the sadness and heartache. I vowed that this would be the last time I shed tears for Alexander.

I calmed down. Chris handed me a tissue, his eyes still filled with compassion. I took a deep breath and began to recount everything.

"Chris, I was married to Alexander Valtor, but it was a nightmare. He and his family treated me like a maid, not a wife. They humiliated me, belittled me, and made me feel worthless. I tried to hold on to our love, but it was all a lie. He never loved me, and I was just a trophy to him.

"I finally found the courage to leave him, but the pain and heartache are still fresh. I feel like I've lost myself, like I'm just a shadow of who I used to be. But seeing you, Chris, knowing that you care gives me the strength to keep going.

"I want to file for divorce to officially end this toxic chapter of my life. But I'm scared, Chris. I'm scared of what Alexander might do and of how he'll react. That's why I need your help and your support. Will you be with me, Chris? Will you help me through this?"

Chris listened intently, his jaw clenched in restraint, but he controlled himself at my request.

"Tell me, Rose, what can I do for you?"

I smiled weakly. "You're with me; that's enough for me. Now, I need to file for divorce."

Chris nodded resolutely. "Don't worry, my lawyer will take care of everything. She'll handle Alexander and ensure you get what you deserve."

I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, knowing I had Chris's support. Together, we would face this new chapter in my life, and I was determined to emerge stronger and wiser.

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Alexander slowly opened his eyes, groggily lifting his head from the study table. He had fallen asleep there last night, unable to shake off the sting of Roslyn's words. His mobile rang incessantly, piercing through his foggy mind.

"What is it?" Alexander growled, his voice laced with irritation.

"Alexander, you're asking me after missing two important meetings?" Tyler's voice was laced with annoyance. "Do you even know what time it is? And for God's sake, did you see your mobile? I've been calling you since morning."

Alexander rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the impending headache. He hadn't slept well, his mind racing with thoughts of Roslyn and her declaration of divorce. He had tried to focus on work, but his concentration was shot.

"Yelling at me could be your last mistake, Tyler," Alexander warned, his tone dripping with menace. "I'll be there in 10 minutes. Reschedule the meeting."

He hung up the call, tossing his mobile onto the table. Alexander ran a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to shake off the fatigue. He couldn't believe he had slept in the study room again, but Roslyn's words had left him reeling.

He stood up, and Alexander caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eyes looked sunken, his face pale. He needed to get his act together to show the world that he was still in control.

But the memory of Roslyn's tears and her accusations lingered in his mind. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was losing everything-his wife, his reputation, his grip on reality.

Alexander took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. He would face Tyler , reschedule the meetings, and pretend that everything was fine. But deep down, he knew it wasn't.

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