Billionaire: Obsession with his Ex-wife

Son

Crystel Point of view

"This is not a trick anymore. Like I said, let's divorce. I'm done with you, Blake. You know how much I love you, how foolish I am for hoping that you will love me back as long as I behave and become a good wife. But no. I've been blind and deaf for a long time, but not anymore. After repeating the same mistakes, you made me come to my senses. Maybe I let you play with me for a long time, but starting tonight, you won't be able to do that again. I'm tired, Blake," I say, trying my best not to shed tears in front of him.

"You know what, I was very happy to meet you, Blake. You saved me from those thugs and showed how good of a man you are, but why? Why are you only bad to me? I was foolish for hoping that what happened between us last night might start a good relationship. I can't believe that after being intimate with me last night, you are with someone else tonight," I say, shaking my head unbelievably.

The memory of our heated night slowly replays in my head. Last night, I woke up to a loud bang on my door. I opened it to see him banging on my door like a maniac. Before I could ask him what he was doing in my room, he captured my face and kissed me. I was shocked and felt like I was dreaming, but after a few minutes of his aggressive kissing, I realized it was true. Blake was really in my room and wanted to make love with me. I let him take the lead. I love him, and he is my husband, so I immediately let him have me without hesitation.

"I was drunk last night," he stated.

I snap back to reality after hearing that he was drunk. I can't help but laugh sarcastically. He was drunk last night, but I know he knew what he was doing because he didn't forget to call my name while we were intimate. I hate myself for being so easy for him, even though I know he only touches me when he's not in his right mind.

"I don't love you. I never loved you, and you know that," he stated coldly, staring at me with emotionless eyes.

I have been trying my best for him to love me. It's been five years since I met him, and my one and only wish is for him to love me. Unfortunately, he never gave me even a little space in his heart. Hearing him say he didn't love me made me realize how painful it is coming from the man I love so much for so many years.

"I know, that's why I am giving you what you want," I say in a whisper.

"Are you sure you want to end this?" He asks, staring deeply into my eyes.

"Yes," I say, trying to sound confident, though deep inside, I am shattered. It's not easy to let him go, but I will suffer more if I don't end this now. My heart aches, and I feel out of breath, but I have to do this. It's better for me.

"Sign and leave," I state coldly.

He picks up the pen and signs the paper without moving his eyes away from me. He looks at me as if trying to examine my reaction. I have mastered how to become cold and emotionless after the numerous heartaches I've experienced from him.

"You wanted this, so let's end our relationship," he says after signing the divorce paper.

I don't let any emotion show on my face besides being emotionless. He turns his back to me and starts heading out of my office.

"He's gone," I whisper, tears immediately streaming down my cheeks.

"You made the right decision, Crystel," I say in my head, trying to ease my broken heart. But no matter how many times I tell myself I made the right decision, my tears won't stop.

"I need my parents," I cry.

I return to my parents' house. They are very surprised to see me in such a state. I am not looking beautiful and sophisticated; instead, I appear messy and broken. I tell them about our divorce, and they are shocked to hear about it. They question the problem between us, but I keep my mouth shut and just cry. My dad is furious and wants to confront Blake, but I stop him.

It hurts, but I knew from the very start that we would end up like this. My mom suggests that I go abroad to start a new life and forget the painful memories here in the Philippines. I don't want to leave, but in order to forget and start anew, I have to go to America.

Time flies by.

I am holding my suitcase, and my other hand is holding the small hand of my son, Shawn, the product of our intimate night. My life in America wasn't easy, but I survived because of my son. He is my strength and my weakness. Whenever I feel like giving up, just looking at his cute face gives me the strength to continue enduring all the hardships. I am not living for myself anymore; I am living for my son.

It's been five years already, and my parents didn't know about my return to the country. I want to surprise them.

"It's good to be back in my homeland," I say, smiling. I inhale deeply, trying to take in the familiar feeling of my homeland.

"Mama, where are we?" My son asks as he tugs my hand with his cute little hand.

I bend down to his level and say, "This is my homeland, baby. We are going to live here from now on."

"Really? We won't go back to America anymore? What about my friends there?" He asks witho

ut pausing. I can feel his sadness through his words.