Love Me Again Ex-Wife

Roseline's POV

I stare blankly at my coffee mug in front of me.

Tears of anger and pain roll down my cheeks, mixing with the untouched coffee that's been situated in front of me.

I can't eat anything these days without throwing it up the next minute.

I've lost my appetite for happiness.

I took a step of faith two years ago for the first man I ever loved and all I've gotten since then is pain and betrayal, he'll never love me, I should have realized this earlier.

I hear footsteps approaching and I lift my head to see.

"Good morning!" The blonde girl my husband brought in last night greeted me in her shrill tone.

For the first time in my life, I don't feel guilty for snubbing someone because they disregarded my feelings first.

I can't continue like this.

The blonde lady walks into the kitchen with an appalling boldness.

Her beauty is so outstanding that for a moment I feel Sinclair didn't fall in love with me all this time because he finds me unattractive.

"Please pardon my behavior, my throat feels dry," she said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

I didn't feel the need to fight with her because I was done trying, she could do whatever she wanted. I'm leaving.

She makes a guttural sound as she drinks the water, I pretend not to hear it.

She starts walking briskly out of the kitchen and she suddenly stops at the door, which grabs my attention and my eye connects with hers.

Smiling, she said "You know.....," she pauses as if cooking her words carefully, "I hope you know you have a great guy up there?..... I'd kill to have someone like him," she smirks, stretching her lips.

I gulped. Why is she telling me that?

I didn't want to say anything to her but the question came out before I could rethink it in my head, "Did Sinclair tell you to tell me this?" My voice sounded harsher than I intended.

This is a man I have done everything possible in the last couple of years, waiting patiently for when he would love me, but no he never did. Instead, he loved his DEAD ex-girlfriend more.

The blonde lady lets out a mocking laugh, "You really think I'd do that if he asked me? I prioritize my customers and I'd do anything to make sure I don't lose them," she glances at her watch, "I'm just telling you because he did something that.... I've never seen any man in my lifetime do, what goes on with you and him is none of my business, I have clients to meet up with, have a nice day," She says and scurries off the kitchen. The opening and closing of the main door signifies she has left and my emotions are jeopardized after she leaves.

What did Sinclair do? Why did she say that?

After seeing her last night, I made up my mind to do one thing. Get a Divorce.

As I drown in my thoughts a familiar cologne hits my nose alerting my senses, without looking up I can tell who it is.

I wanted to ask him what that lady was talking about but I know he won't answer me. He doesn't look at me for more than three seconds, so there's no need to try.

I just have to tell him what I had in mind to tell him today.

I turn to look at him as he tries to get something from the fridge.

"I want a Divorce!" I state with firmness in my tone.

He stills. His muscles tense, and I notice his jaw twitch.

The room gets heavily silent and he doesn't respond.

He gets what he wants from the fridge and he closes it giving me a better view of his chest.

He has never been this bare around me.

His brief boxers hanging low beneath his gray sweatpants do little to conceal his alluring physique.

My mind spirals with thoughts of what he did with that lady last night but I restrain myself from giving it a deep thought for my sanity's sake.

He goes around the dining room and sets the water on the table. He is always in a hurry to go to work, he never has breakfast with me. The fact that he is sitting here, relaxed, appalls me because this is the longest he has been around me.

I cleared my throat again, "I said, I want a Divorce!" I say with much confidence now and he snaps his head at me and I flinch a little from the intensity in his eyes.

His face twitches with irritation but there's something else I see in his eyes seconds later that stuns me. I see a hint of...what I would call concern, or maybe it is one of the fantasies I usually have about him. I quickly snapped out of it so I won't crush the little dignity I was holding onto.

But what he says next shocks me to my core, "What happened to your eyes?" He asks casually sipping his water.

The look in his eyes was replaced with the one I'm familiar with...iciness.

I realize he isn't ready to answer my question and he is just looking for a way to divert the topic because he never cared about me, what I wear, do, say, eat or drink. Why is acting like he cares now?

"Sinclair, that's not the answer to my question. I want to leave this marriage, I want a Divorce!" My tone is uncivil and cold.

"Who did you talk to? Because this doesn't sound like you," His tone was strangely calm, he sounded amused, I guess by my confidence to speak to him this way.

I could deduce the fact that he was mocking my confidence.

"Who I talk to, is none of your business, you never cared, stop the pretense," The tone of my voice was shocking to me but I didn't stop, my mind was already made up, "I want out! Sinclair. I want you to let me go since you won't love me," I say the last part in a whisper.

I blink back the tears hanging over my eyelids.

"Don't repeat that sentence again!" He grits, "We are not getting divorced. I want you to understand that and stick it inside your memory, don't ever bring up this topic again, you won't like the outcome,"

Sinclair's POV

"Sinclair, I can't watch you treat me like I'm worthless or...a burden. I'm in pain...don't you see? Let me go," Rose cries, following behind me as I storm out of the kitchen up to our Master bedroom.

Rose. That's what I call her.

I've never called her the name to her hearing, so she doesn't get the wrong signals. She's very beautiful and tempting, I have no intentions of falling in love with her and I'm more focused on not defaulting on my contract with her father. And I'm very cautious of her antics to get me to hopelessly fall in love with her.

She always pretends to love me, but I remind myself of who her father is, the most dangerous businessman in California. Her father may be plotting something behind my back and the best person to use in carrying out his plot is his daughter.

But now she is asking for a Divorce I can't help but wonder what she and her father may be up to now. We had an agreement that I can't divorce her till he gets his heir, how come she's asking for a Divorce?

Is Jonathan looking for a way to make me fall into his trap? I did my research about him, I knew what I was getting into, but I have been very cautious.

"I told you I can't give you what you want!" I thundered, turning around in a swift motion to face her and my eyes land on those soft pink lips and I quickly avert my gaze.

"Fucking hell," I cursed under my breath, exasperated.

"Sinclair, if you're not going to let me go in peace, I'll leave your life without notice," she threatened.

"You won't dare!" I sneered.

The amount of confidence that she was speaking with today cut me off guard and I'm starting to feel she has been pretending all these years.

She never spoke with such an unfriendly tone ever since we started living together, she never talked back at me. She never stood in front of me with such defiance, much more to threaten me. I know this is her father's plot and I'm not letting him get whatever he wants out of me.

"So what do you want me to do? Stand and watch you hang out with top models and whores every day? When me," she pointed at herself, "Your wife doesn't get as much attention?" The word "Whore" coming from her mouth sounded foreign and forbidden.

Those tears that glistened in her eyes tugged at my heartstrings but I had to remind myself that it was just an act, what her father must've told her to do.

I clench and unclench my fists.

"What do you expect? When you moved out of the Master bedroom and told me you're never having sex with me, what did you expect me to do? To stay sex-starved?" I retorted.

"You were treating me like a disease after I lost our baby, what were you expecting? The emotional torture got worse, what more could I have done?"

"You should have talked to me about it," I countered.

"How? Where? You never come home early, you leave first thing in the morning and I don't get to see your face if I don't wake up early, that's not even the case because even if I talked to you about it you wouldn't have changed, You've always been like this."

Realizing there's no need to beat around the bush I had to say the truth, "How did you expect things to be when you lost our baby?"

"Was it my fault? Why are you saying it like I didn't do it on purpose!" The hurt in her tone was palpable.

"What do you want me to think? You knew you were heavily pregnant and still insisted on cooking. I pay maids for that job but you told them to take off, Why? You never told me the reason." I situated both hands on my hips.

"I wanted to prepare something special for you! It was our anniversary!" The tears she had been holding back fell from her eyes to her freckled cheeks and down to her breasts, my eyes trailed it absentmindedly and when I realized what I was doing I looked away.

The atmosphere gets thick with tension.

"I've had enough Sinclair. I want a Divorce."

"You think I like that I'm stuck in this marriage? you think that I like that I have to endure you every day? Do you think I like seeing your face the moment I step out of the room in the morning? NO! I don't like any of that. And I want out of this marriage more than you do, but I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

"Why did you marry me in the first place? I thought you loved me?"

"Loved you?" I scoffed, "Whatever you and your father are plotting, I just want you to pass the message to him that it's not going to work, Try harder,"

"What do you mean? You're trying to accuse my Dad again? Why do you hate him so much?"

Her words sent a wave of bitterness and anger through me, I ground my teeth to suppress my anger before I lost control and unleashed it in a way that might hurt her.

"Get out!" I said in a low growl, my nerves on the edge. Ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

She looked taken aback and stood there looking at me, her face reflecting shock and confusion.

"I don't like repeating myself." I snarled, "Use the fucking door!" I barked and in seconds she disappeared.

I relaxed my muscles.

She's asking me why I hate a man who hitched me with his daughter over a vineyard.

If not for my ailing Grandpa, I wouldn't be doing business with someone like him.

Hours later, Swiveling in my office chair, my mind kept drifting to Rose.

Why does she want to divorce me?

I may not be the perfect husband, but aside from my contract with her Dad, I don't think I want her out of my life yet.

Her smiles when she's telling you stories even when you're not paying attention, her delicious meals, and her cute face in her sleep. I've not had enough of that yet.....not this again!

I picked up my phone and called the one person that I'd been wanting to call.

"Good morning, Mr Jonathan," I greeted in the most polite tone I could muster.

"Good morning, Sinclair. To what do I owe this pleasure," it's funny how this man dares to sound unperturbed when my marriage is having turbulence.

"Your daughter is asking for a Divorce," I informed him.

"A Divorce!" He exclaimed, sounding clueless but I know this psychopathic motherfucker who cares about only himself.

"Yes," I replied, keeping my tone casual so he doesn't see through my frustration.

"How is that my damn business? You haven't fulfilled your end of the bargain. If you Divorce her now....You know what you stand to lose,"

I tighten my fingers around the phone, repressing the urge not to throw it across the office.

I disconnected the call.

I thought he was the one who told Roseline to Divorce me, but after speaking with him I just remembered how much he wanted that baby boy he never had.

Maybe I've hurt Roseline much more than I intended to and she can't keep up the act anymore.

When I enter the living room, Roseline isn't seated in the chair where she normally sits watching the fireplace whenever I get home by this time.

The maid strolls out of the house and I check my watch. It's past seven. My maid doesn't stay until now.

"Welcome, Sir," she greeted through smiles.

"Where's Roseline?"

"She left since morning and hasn't come back since,"

"What?!" My eyes almost pop out.

The maid takes a couple of steps back.

"I...I th.. thought you knew where she was?" She stuttered.

Roseline's POV

Walking on the streets, with the cool breeze fanning my face, I can't wait to leave the confines of Sinclair's house and live happily again.

I decided to go on a walk after the intense argument with Sinclair. It breaks me to know that the man I gave my virginity to and all my firsts doesn't love me.

I've accepted it now and I just have to learn how to start unloving him.

I spot an old woman standing on the pedestrian, she looks really old but she's cute.

I feel my lips stretch into a smile at the sight.

But then I looked across at her and I noticed a busted car driving wildly towards her direction with so much speed that instinct took over me before I could second guess it because the chances of saving her from my distance were low.

After fiercely pulling the woman's hands we both landed on the floor and the car crashed into the nearest building.

observing that the car had stopped, I got up and stretched my hand "Take my hand, Ma'am," I told her but she didn't open her eyes.

"Are you alright, Ma'am?" I say, forcing her eyes open but she was unresponsive.

"Somebody help!" I yell for passersby to help me so we can save her life.

People come through and we are able to get her to the hospital for immediate care.

•°

After hours in the waiting chair, with the relentless buzzing of my phone, I'm exhausted.

I check in my bag to see if the Divorce agreement is there, while confirming it I get a slight tap on my shoulder.

"Hello, Dear," I turned to see the female Doctor beaming at me.

"Hi," I say tentatively, I didn't know what news to expect.

"I want to say thank you for what you did back there, someone told me what you did, you're a great person, the world needs more people like you," My cheeks were hurting from blushing too much.

No one has ever praised me, Not Dad, Not Sinclair, Not anyone.....they said I never do things right....

"Thanks for your help as well, how is the old lady doing?" I ask spontaneously.

"She's fine now, she's awake now," I felt a wave of relief wash over me, "She has a heart disease so she tends to have panic attacks and she slumps very often,"

"Ohh...." I say digesting the information, that must be hard for the old lady.

"You can go in and see her if you want," the doctor informed me.

"Yeah, I would like to see her," I said happily, throwing my bag over my shoulders in one swift move as I stepped into the ward.

I saw the old lady carelessly looking around the ward like she had no worry in the world, I chuckled at the sight.

"Hello, Cute Lady," I teased, announcing my entrance. The lady's eyes fell on me and she smiled sweetly.

"Hi, Dearie," she said with labored breath, her voice had a hint of SpongeBob's voice, that sounded a bit funny. I could tell she wasn't fully recovered but I just want her family to know she's here so I can leave.

I took the seat beside her and took her hand in mine, "How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Much better!" She said in a grumpy way and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's nice to hear, I already cleared your bills," I informed her, and she marveled.

"You did that?" She asks.

"Yeah, of course," I replied spontaneously.

"You're a darling, you know that?" She teased.

"I didn't know, you're the first person to tell me," I said and we both laughed.

"How about your family ma'am? I would like to contact them for you so they can come and take over from me, I need to get home,"

"Where's my phone?" She asks, looking around.

"It's here, I have it," I showed her the phone in my hands.

"Okay, let me call my daughter, I'm not sure my son will be able to make it here at this time of the day," she said and out of curiosity, I wanted to know more about her.

"You have children?" I initiated.

"Yes, I have three. Two boys and a girl, but the girl is married and she looks your age," She was so carefree and open-minded that I couldn't help but fall for her charm.

"My eyes hurt, can you help me call my daughter? I'll call out the password for you," she said.

"Of course," I took the phone from her and started typing the password as she called it out.

"A.N.T.H.O.N.Y." I placed the call and talked to the daughter, the daughter was nothing different from her mother. Nice and sweet.

"Ma'am please can I use your bathroom? My stomach is...." I said, running inside her room toilet before I end up making a mess in her ward.

After vomiting all that there is in my stomach, I feel irritable and weak.

I've not had any food since this morning and this is the third time I'm throwing up.

My stomach felt hollow and empty, staring at the mirror my face was a different shade of my real self.

I looked pale with dried lips, sagging eye bags, malnourished, lean in the worst way possible and I just hope it's not what I'm thinking. Maybe it's just from crying too much and thinking about Sinclair.

I washed my face till I felt comfortable to go outside. Once I stepped out I saw a guy sitting down exactly where I was sitting before I ran inside the toilet.

"Hey, who are you?" I asked defiantly and the old Lady turned to me and smiled.

"You didn't tell me your name. Meet my grandson, Anthony," She pointed at the handsome guy sitting close to her.

I threw him a glance and averted my gaze to the old lady, "We called your daughter," I reasoned.

"Yes, she said she couldn't make it, she's on a date with her husband, so she called her brother," The old lady explained and I nodded.

I walked over to the guy and took my bag from behind him.

"Anthony, I told you the girl is beautiful, and she's also nice to top it off," she said to her son smiling.

They looked like the perfect grandma and grandson Duo. Their chemistry was adorable and I could tell he loved his Grandma, judging from his outfit I could tell he left a stack of paperwork to hurriedly get here.

"Yes, she is," he said, looking at me.

I turned my gaze away to hide the blush that heated up my cheeks.

"I should get going," I said, interrupting their chattering and they turned to look at me as if I said something abominable.

"Stay for a little bit my dear, I like your company. My son would like to know you too," she coaxed me.

I smiled looking at my hands that were intertwined in front of me, "I really wish I could stay, I would love to but I have to leave," I said taking steps back.

The old lady's smile fell and I felt guilty in my heart for making her sad but Sinclair has flooded my phone with calls and if I don't go home I don't know what will happen. I've not done this before I know he will get mad at me, coupled with what happened earlier this morning.

"I'll see you around another time, it was nice meeting you," I said, I couldn't spend another second there if not I wouldn't be able to leave.

I clutched my bag tightly as I briskly passed the people in the hospital hallway, I made my way down the stairs and suddenly I felt a hand on my back which made me pause in my tracks.

"Hi, sorry for touching you without your permission but I've been calling you and you didn't answer me," It was Anthony, Grandma's wickedly handsome son.

I'm done with men that look like Sinclair, in fact, Men in general.

"It's fine, what do you want? You know it's not okay to leave your grandma alone with her condition," I reminded him.

"Yes, I know. I just...." He paused for a second to breathe, "She told me that you paid the bill, I wanted to thank you, I would like to pay you back,"

"It's fine, it's nothing. I have to get going," I continued my journey.

"Okay, can I get...your number at least? Maybe we could talk some more,"

I took off my ring this morning because it was starting to feel like a chain holding me down.

I would've told Anthony that I'm married, But there's no need, I'm getting divorced and I'm not ready to get into another relationship.

"Bye Mr Anthony," I said to him.

"Alright, At least tell me your name," he yelled behind me but I didn't say a word to him and left.

I pressed the doorbell as I got home and the door opened revealing a furious-looking Sinclair.

"Roseline, where have you been?"