REVENGE ON MY EX HUSBAND .

~ JANE'S POV ~

As I rose from the bed, my back protested with a dull ache, a consequence of sitting rigidly on the edge of the bed for a long time. Since arriving at my mother's apartment, I'd barely taken a moment to breathe.

The opulent decor seemed almost incongruous with the turmoil brewing inside me. My gaze wandered, taking in the familiar yet somehow foreign surroundings.

The apartment's sheer size was overwhelming, the thought of the times I had spent with my mom before I got married to Logan came flooding back.

As I walked out of the room to the sitting room, my eyes drifted to a portrait on the wall, a photograph of my mother that seemed to gaze back at me with warmth and kindness. The sight was almost too much to bear, and I felt a lump form in my throat as memories began to flood back.

My mom had been my only source of joy, she had been the one who took care of me right from when my father abandoned us. I was just five then.

As I stood there, frozen in front of the portrait, tears streamed down my eyes, I couldn't help but think about the last time we'd spoken, the last time I'd seen her... and now she was gone. The weight of my grief threatened to consume me, and I wasn't sure how to process it all.

My phone buzzed in my bag, making me snap out of my grief-stricken trance, flinching at the sudden interruption. I quickly wiped away my tears and grabbed my phone, my heart sinking further when I saw Kate's name flashing on the screen, my best friend, who knew me all too well.

"Hey, Jane, how are you holding up?" she asked as soon as I answered.

"I'm fine" I replied, forcing a weak smile, through sniffles, trying to hide my emotional state. But Kate wasn't buying it.

"Don't even try to lie to me, Jane. I know you're crying. You need to be strong for what's ahead, sweetie. Your mom would want you to be strong and resilient, not still grieving like this," she said, her words a mix of concern and gentle prodding.

Kate's words, though well-intentioned, stung a bit. She was right, of course, Mom would want me to be strong. But it's hard to put on a brave face when the pain feels so raw.

"Where are you now?" She continued.

"I'm in mom's place, I came to have a look at the place for the last time before the things were packed after the burial." I replied making my way outside the apartment.

"Ohh, well the burial, when is the date?" Kate inquired.

"It's this Saturday, Her company is handling the arrangements as a last tribute to her." I responded.

"Ok, well my flight will be leaving very early tomorrow morning, I will be there soon ok? My regards to Logan, be safe, love you." she said as she ended the call.

I hung up and quickly got into my car, realizing it was getting late. I had completely forgotten about cooking dinner for Logan and didn't want him to come home to an empty house without a meal ready.

It was past 10 pm, and Logan still hadn't returned home. I had dozed off on the sofa, waiting for him, but his absence was starting to worry me.

Over the past week, Logan had been acting strangely distant, and I hadn't had a chance to talk to him about it.

The loss of my mother was still weighing heavily on me, and his detachment was making things even tougher.

What concerned me most was how Logan seemed to be going about his life as usual, without any visible signs of empathy or acknowledgment of my loss.

He hadn't taken time off work to pay his respects, and he hadn't even asked how I was coping. It was as if he was oblivious to the pain I was going through. I couldn't understand why he was being so detached, especially when I needed him the most.

The silence in the house was oppressive, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off in our relationship. I needed Logan's support and comfort now more than ever, but his absence was leaving me feeling isolated and alone.

I sat lost in thought, the sudden noise of horn at the estate gate broke the silence. I assumed it was Logan, and a mix of relief and anticipation washed over me. I had been waiting for him to return so we could finally talk over dinner, despite the late hour.

I stood up, smoothing out my clothes, and made my way to the door, expecting Logan to walk in with a tired smile and a greeting.

But the door burst open with a force that startled me, and Logan strode in, his movements abrupt and uncoordinated.

"Logan, you're back," I said, trying to sound welcoming, as I reached out to take his bag and coat. However, the strong smell of alcohol hit me like a punch to the gut as he drew closer. My eyes widened in surprise and concern as I realized he was intoxicated.

Before I could react, Logan pulled me into a tight embrace, his suitcase thudding to the floor as he tossed his coat aside.

"You're drunk again, Logan" I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I attempted to push him away. But he held me firmly in place, his grip tight and unyielding. I felt a wave of frustration and worry wash over me as I struggled to understand what was going on with him, he placed a kiss on my neck mumbling words I didn't understand.

The smell of alcohol and the way he stumbled slightly made me realize just how drunk he was. I managed to break free from his grip and stepped back, looking at him with a mixture of disappointment and worry.

"Logan, we need to talk," I said firmly, trying to keep my emotions in check."You're drunk again, this is not the time for this, I have something to tell you, why don't you go upstairs and freshen up then come have dinner?" I said as If speaking to a child.

He drew me closer to him immediately, not caring about my words as he placed his familiar and inviting lips on mine, beckoning me to surrender to the moment. I longed for a calm, romantic moment like this, but this was the wrong time.

I was still mourning my mom, at least this was the last respect I was to give to her before she was laid to rest.

He took me off my feet and swooped me up in his arms, in his drunken state.

"Keep me down Logan!" I yelled, trying all I could to get down but he didn't listen, he headed up stairs.

"I am going to fuck you hard tonight." he said as he made his way upstairs.

"I can't Logan not tonight, I am still mourning mum." I countered.

"Yea, that's more reason why I want it now, so you can get your mind off her." he replied as we reached the top.

He pushed open the door to my bedroom, as I gasped at the cold breeze that came from the window which was left open.

He laid me down on the bed, as he stood before me, his eyes burning with desire while he pull off his clothes. I couldn't help but notice the evidence of his arousal.

His groin was erect, as he was standing naked, I laid on the bed, my heart racing I was really confused I didn't know how to resist Logan and refused giving him what he wants, I knew this was going to be a rough night as he was already drunk.

I didn't know how to explain to him that I wasn't in the mood. I immediately tried to get up from the bed to sway him, but as I approached him, he hit my shoulders with both of his hands making me land back on the bed.

"You are mine for the night and you will obey me." he said, his eyes filled with dread and he climbed unto the bed.

I knew I couldn't over power him, so I had to surrender to avoid getting injured.

He immediately ripped off my nightgown the moment he pounced on me leaving me with just my panties on.

"Logan, am sorry, I am not in the mood for this, don't forget I am still mourning my mom at least let's wait till after she has been laid to rest, you can have me however you like." I tried to explain once more with a shaky voice but he didn't listen.

He pinned me to the bed as he shifted my undies to get space to slide his cock into my pussy.

I moaned loudly like I was gasping for air as I felt his long, big cock filling the walls of my pussy.

He began thrusting as soon as he was in me, not caring how I was feeling, he kept on slamming me hard. I moaned in pain, as he was rough on me, almost like he was in another mood.

I kept on enduring every bit of the process, tears streamed down my eyes as I begged him to slow down but he didn't hear me, he was too quick to even listen to my pleas.

I couldn't stop him, all I did was to lay there and receive it all telling myself it was for his pleasure, while I received the pain.

Suddenly he let out a loud moan and fell onto the bed out of exhaustion. I could feel the wet cum on me, as I lay helpless on the bed with my body aching and my lower region burning with heat.

I couldn't help but feel miserable as I laid there.

~ JANE'S POV ~

"How are you feeling right now?" Dr. Kenny asked as his fingers wrapped around my wrist, taking my pulse.

I hesitated, the memory of my intense encounter with Logan earlier that day still fresh in my mind. The stress and anxiety had taken a toll on me, and I could feel the weight of it bearing down on my body.

I had tried to shake off the discomfort with pain relief medication, but it seemed to have only masked the symptoms temporarily.

Despite the temporary reprieve, I knew something wasn't quite right. My body felt weak, and I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was off.

"I'm feeling a bit nervous, doc," I replied, trying to smile. Dr. Kenny nodded reassuringly as he took my blood pressure.

"Your pulse seems steady," he said, making a note on his clipboard. "Let's check your temperature and listen to your heartbeat. Can you please open your mouth and say 'ahh'?"

I cooperated, and Dr. Kenny examined my throat and listened to my chest with his stethoscope.

"Everything seems normal so far," he said, scribbling some more notes. "What brings you in today? Any specific concerns or symptoms?"

"Actually, doc, I've been feeling really feverish and weak for the past couple of days," I said, my voice a bit shaky. Dr. Kenny's expression turned more serious as he nodded.

"Okay, let's take a closer look. I'm going to check your temperature." He slipped a thermometer under my tongue and waited for the reading. After a few seconds, he nodded.

"You do have a fever. We'll need to run some tests to figure out what's causing it."

Dr. Kenny's pen scratched across the clipboard as he concentrated on his notes, his brow furrowed in thought.

"I'll prescribe something for the fever to help manage your symptoms," he said, his voice calm and professional.

"In the meantime, I'll arrange for some tests to get a better understanding of what's going on." With that, he nodded and headed out of the ward, leaving me alone for a moment.

As I watched him go, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. Dr. Kenny had been my mom's doctor for years, and I had grown to trust him implicitly. His kindness and compassion had always made me feel safe, and I appreciated his gentle bedside manner.

With Dr. Kenny gone, I let my gaze wander around the ward, taking in the spotless environment and the neatly organized equipment.

The room was immaculately clean, with every device and tool in its designated place. I noticed the soft hum of the medical equipment, the gentle beeping of the monitors.

As I sat there, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, despite the worry and uncertainty that had brought me to the doctor's office in the first place.

Dr. Kenny's professionalism and reassuring demeanor had put me at ease, and I trusted that he would do everything in his power to help me feel better.

Suddenly the silence of the ward was disrupted by the buzzing of my phone, and I couldn't help but feel a welcome distraction from the monotony.

I had been lying there for what felt like an eternity, and the sudden beep was a relief. When I saw Kate's name on the screen, I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. We had plans to catch up, and I had been looking forward to it all morning.

"Hey, Kate! Are you here already?" I asked, trying to keep my voice down in the quiet ward.

"Yeah, I'm in the hospital building," she replied.

"What ward are you in?"

"I'm on the second floor, ward 30b," I replied. "And I hope you came with some candy, I'm feeling a little under the weather!"

Kate chuckled on the other end of the line. "Silly you, of course, I brought some treats! I'll be right there."

I smiled, feeling grateful for my friend's thoughtfulness. Kate had just landed in town yesterday and was busy getting settled, so she decided to make time to visit me before the burial tomorrow. I appreciated her effort to fly down to California despite her busy work schedule.

As I waited for Kate to arrive, I felt a sense of anticipation wash over me. It was nice to have something to look forward to, especially on a day when I wasn't feeling my best.

Kate walked into the ward with a bright smile on her face, a bag of goodies in her hand. "Hey, girl!" she said, setting down the bag and giving me a gentle hug.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, but I'm here now. How are you feeling?"

I smiled weakly, feeling a bit better with Kate's presence.

"I'm okay, just a bit under the weather," I replied, taking in the colorful array of candies and fruits she had brought.

"Thanks for making time to be present for me in these times Kate, you are indeed a true friend and it means a lot to me."

Kate nodded sympathetically, taking a seat beside my bed. "Oh come on Jane, it's not a big deal my dear, besides I'm here for you." She said, giving me a hug.

"How is the doctor's visit going so far?" she asked, her eyes scanning the ward.

I filled her in on the doctor's initial assessment and the tests he had ordered. Kate listened attentively, her expression thoughtful. "I'm sure it's just a bug or something," she said reassuringly.

"You'll be fine in no time." We chatted for a bit, catching up on each other's lives and sharing stories.

Just as we were getting into our conversation, Dr. Kenny walked in, clipboard in hand.

"Ah, I see you have some company," he said, nodding at Kate. "I'll try to make this quick. Let's discuss your test results."

"Alright Doc," I replied as I sat upright ready to receive the news.

"Well, I ran some general tests on you, and everything seems fine with you," he began, pausing for a moment to let the words sink in.

"Congratulations, Jane, you're two weeks pregnant," he announced, his grin spreading wide across his face.

The words hung in the air, and I felt like time had stood still. Two weeks pregnant? The phrase echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but process the implications.

Dr. Kenny's smile seemed to grow wider as he awaited my reaction, while Kate's eyes darted between us, filled with surprise and curiosity.

There was a mix of emotions swirling inside me as the news sank in.

Shock, excitement, and a hint of uncertainty followed. Dr. Kenny's congratulations seemed to fade into the background as I struggled to wrap my head around this life-changing revelation.

Was he acting or was it all a joke? But Dr Kenny wouldn't joke with something so serious as being pregnant knowing fully well how I have been expecting for two years for this news.

Kate's eyes were wide with surprise too, but she quickly composed herself and offered a supportive smile. "Congratulations?" she said, her voice laced with uncertainty.

I couldn't respond right away, my brain still trying to wrap around the news. Pregnancy wasn't something I had been expecting, especially not now.

Tears of joy streamed down my face, it felt like my mom was smiling down on me, sending me a gift from above. The thought of having a baby was overwhelming, but in that moment, I felt a deep sense of connection to her.

Sooner Kate and I stepped out of the hospital, and there was a feeling of overwhelming urge to share the life-changing news with Logan.

I couldn't help but wonder and hope that this revelation might be the spark our relationship needed to reignite the flame that had dimmed recently. The possibility that having this baby could bring us closer together filled me with hope and excitement.

With Kate by my side, I felt like I was floating on cloud nine, my heart bursting with anticipation. The news seemed to infuse me with a newfound sense of purpose, and I couldn't wait to see Logan's reaction. Would he be overjoyed?

The thought of Logan's face lighting up with happiness when he learned about the baby filled me with warmth. Maybe this was the opportunity we needed to reconnect and strengthen our bond.

~ JANE'S POV ~

The long, sleepless night had taken its toll as I lay in bed, my eyes fixed on the clock, willing the hands to move faster. I had been waiting for Logan's return, but as the hours ticked by, his absence grew more pronounced.

The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional creak of the house. As the first light of dawn crept into the room, I tossed off the covers, my body stiff from the prolonged wakefulness.

With a mix of anxiety and hope, I hurried to say my prayers, my words barely above a whisper. My heart was racing with the possibility that Logan might have slipped in during the night, and I hadn't noticed.

I rushed to his room, my footsteps light on the floor. We had been sharing different rooms for the past months and we only stayed in the same room whenever he wanted to have sex with me.

As I pushed open the door, a wave of panic washed over me. The room was empty, the bed untouched, and the silence was deafening. My eyes scanned the space, as if expecting Logan to materialize out of thin air.

But there was nothing, no sign of him, no note, no indication of where he might be. The emptiness seemed to echo my fears, and I felt a knot forming in my stomach.

Where could he be? Why didn't he come home? The questions swirled in my mind, each one more urgent than the last. I stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

Today was the day Mom was to be laid to rest, and Logan was nowhere to be found. I rushed back to my room, frantically calling his phone, then his office line, but all my calls went unanswered.

A wave of fury washed over me. How could he? Today, of all days, the day I was laying my mother to rest and facing everyone without Logan would be a terrible signal.

Despite my swirling nerves and fear, I couldn't afford to wait for Logan any longer. I was already running terribly late and had to get ready.

I quickly got ready and headed out of the estate to go with Kate.

"Hey Jane, so you mean Logan hasn't come back home since yesterday?" Kate asked as I opened the car door. She was the one taking me to the services. The dress code was strictly black, and she'd added a dark veil to her outfit.

"Yeah, I've tried calling his line and even tried contacting his office, but none of my calls are going through," I replied, settling into the car seat.

"That's so off. You're not supposed to go to these burial services alone, but nevertheless, you still have to attend. You can't miss this for anything," Kate advised as she started the engine and drove out of the parking lot and towards the venue.

"Yeah, let's just hope he shows up from wherever he's coming from," I said in a low tone, my shoulders slumping. My mood was already sinking.

We soon reached the venue of the burial, the air hung heavy with a mix of solemn quiet and hushed condolences. Everyone was gathering; all my mom's coworkers were present, and some of her closest friends also.

Everyone was dressed in all black, a sea of sorrow reflecting the weight of the day, standing as the priest began the mass. I stood close to Kate, who held my hand in a consoling way.

My eyes darted around, scanning the faces, desperately searching for Logan. Maybe he'd decided to come a bit early, slipped in unnoticed. But still, there was no sight of him.

A cold knot tightened in my stomach with every passing minute. Was he truly not coming? The thought felt like a betrayal, a raw wound on top of an already gaping one.

The priest's voice, steady and soothing, was a distant hum as I fought to focus. Just as he began the eulogy, a ripple went through the back of the crowd. A sudden, noticeable shift. Whispers began to spread, hushed at first, then growing bolder.

Heads turned, and a few people even craned their necks to get a better look. My gaze followed theirs, curiosity warring with a growing sense of dread.

Then I saw her. Mrs. Rita. Logan's mother. She swept in, a formidable figure even in mourning black, her presence alone enough to command attention. Her dark, expensive suit seemed to absorb the light, and her perfectly coiffed hair was impeccable. She was the formidable head of the firm my mom had worked for, a woman who always made her presence known.

Just as the murmurs about her arrival began to settle, another disruption followed.

A second car pulled up behind her, a sleek, gleaming black vehicle that looked utterly out of place. My breath hitched. The driver's door opened, and out stepped Logan.

My heart gave a painful lurch, a mixture of relief, anger, and utter confusion. Relief that he was here, anger that he was so late, and confusion about everything. But then, as he rounded the car, a second figure emerged from the passenger side.

A tall, striking woman with cascades of glossy hair and a face instantly recognizable from magazine covers and billboards. It was Anna, the popular newest model, Logan's ex from way back. The crowd, already unsettled, now turned into a buzzing hive of stunned whispers and shocked glances.

My mind reeled, caught in a dizzying whirlwind of disbelief and a surging fury so potent it threatened to swallow me whole. How dare he? How dare he show up late, to Mom's funeral, and with her? Anna. His ex. The sheer audacity of it left me speechless, my throat suddenly tight.

I didn't know whether to scream at him for his tardiness, or for the utter disrespect of bringing his former girlfriend, especially Anna, to this sacred, somber event. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms, a desperate attempt to ground myself.

But this wasn't the time. This wasn't the place. This was Mom's day, her final goodbye, and I wouldn't allow Logan, or his incredibly inappropriate guest, to overshadow it. The last thing I wanted was to cause a scene, to add any more chaos to a day already steeped in unbearable sorrow.

I was still trying to process the agonizing reality of my mother's passing, and now Logan was showing up with his ex. It was too much. A protective wall instantly went up in my mind. I didn't want to think about it, not now.

I pushed the burning questions and the crushing anger deep down, vowing to deal with it all, to dissect every painful detail, once the service was finished. For now, I forced my gaze back to the priest, to the coffin draped in lilies, to the solemn faces of those who truly cared about my mother.

The funeral soon ended in a blur. Logan had slipped away with Mrs. Rita and Anna, but I knew I couldn't let it go. I found him in a quiet antechamber, standing by a window, his back to me.

"Logan," I choked out. He turned, his face unreadable, devoid of emotion.

"What do you want, Jane?" His tone was flat, chilling.

My anger flared. "What do I want? What was that, Logan? Where have you been since all this while I have been calling your line yet you chose to ignore my calls? And now showing up late, to my mother's funeral, with Anna? What were you thinking?" My voice trembled.

He sighed. "It doesn't matter, Jane."

"It doesn't matter?" I scoffed, a bitter laugh catching in my throat. "Our marriage doesn't matter? What's gotten into you?"

He finally met my gaze, a cold resolve in his eyes. "I'm not acting, Jane. I've been meaning to tell you." He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "I want a divorce. I'm not in this marriage anymore."

'Divorce?' The world tilted. This was why he'd been so cold, so distant. This monstrous, life-shattering decision.

"My lawyer, will send you the papers to sign." he continued,

I stared at him, shattered, tears streaming. "No," I whispered, broken. "No. You can't be serious. This can't be happening. Not now. How could you even... how could you bring this up today?

We just buried my mother, Logan! Is it because of... her? The person you just walked in with?" My voice was barely a whisper, alien even to my own ears, like my whole world was just, you know, falling apart right there and then.

His face hardened, twisted into this ugly snarl I'd never seen. "Well, 'that person' is who I actually want to be with, not you. So get that into your skull!" He practically spat the words, his eyes blazing with a cold fury that just sliced through me.

Then he just turned and walked out, not even a single glance back.

I didn't even know when my knees gave out. One second I was standing, the next I was just crumpled on the floor.

My life was a total mess. Three years I'd held onto this belief that we had a loving marriage, and it just ended. And with my mum laid to rest just hours ago, today was definitely the worst day of my life. I still couldn't believe it.

It honestly felt like some kind of awful dream.