My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back After Our Divorce.

The music was loud outside at the hotel, and everyone was in a happy mood, celebrating, yet Alora couldn't help but notice that Ella was clinging on to a knife too tight. "So what? You're going to kill me with that?" Alora asked her, suddenly not feeling at ease. If only she could run outside and shout for help before Ella attacked. "You think you're everything, don't you? Well today I will show you just how worthless you are to the Astor household." Ella's face had a wicked smile on it. "Drop the knife, Ella. Don't be stupid." Alora said. "No. You will give up on Van, okay? He is mine! I am not going to use this knife on you. Instead," immediately, Ella brought the knife to her arm, gripping the head tight, and then drew blood from her skin. Alora gasped. "Are you mad! You just stabbed yourself!" "Did I? Or did you just hurt me? Why did you do this, Alora?" Ella said in a mocking tone. "You just stabbed yourself!" Alora said. "Guess who they would believe, huh?" quickly, Ella threw the knife to Alora's feet and cried out. "Help me!" she rushed to the door and pushed it open. The blood was gushing now, dropping everywhere. Van ran in, "oh my goodness, Ella what happened to you!" he was looking around, scared as blood was everywhere. Then he saw Alora with a knife beside her. "Did you do this, Alora!" he demanded. Alora didn't know how but it happened so fast. "No..." the words fell from her mouth. "Shut up. Look at blood everywhere? And it is just the two of you here. We saw you when you walked in with Ella. Why would you do this!" he cried out, looking at Alora like she was a monster. Ella made and attempt to talk but fell to Van's arms, and her eyes shut close. She was bleeding too much...Alora thought. She agreed to meet me here because she wants to set me up... And now, Van doesn't even believe me! People were already staring. Those eyes that fell on Alora were scary. They glared at her like she was a murderer. Quickly, Van carried Ella in his arms and was running out, shouting; "call 911!" All Alora could do was stand still and stare in total shock. Ella was a psycho! And Van did not even think twice before he blamed her. Those cold eyes...she would never forget it as they glared at her with pure hatred. She would have thought that being married to him would make him see just how much she loved him. But he had never reciprocated her love. After a while, a tall man with dark and cold eyes approached her. He was Van's right hand man, Bruce. "Mr. Astor would like to see you, now." He said, his voice a matter of urgency. Alora's heart skipped a bit at the mention of that name. Mr. Astor was Van's father. And if hating someone was a crime, Mr. Astor was too guilty. But she had no choice. She followed Bruce quietly to Mr. Astor's office, ignoring the wicked glares that fell on her. Mr. Astor was just like his Van, tall and well built, with blue eyes shining like sapphires, and whitish blonde hair. Only, much older with wrinkles delineating his face. "Do you know what you have done?" His voice, gruff and arrogant, asked. "Sir, this was a misunderstanding!" Alora said, trying to defend herself. With one look at Bruce, Mr. Astor gave his order. A hard slap fell on Alora's face. "Answer him!" Bruce spat out. He always stared at her like she was something disgusting. The whole family stared at her like that. Caressing her face, Alora began to talk. Tears had welled in her eyes. "Sir. I didn't hurt her. She hurt herself. I don't know why, but if you can get the security footage, you'll see that--" Before she could continue, there was another slap on her face, reaching her eyes. Now tears was running down her cheeks. Her parent had never hit her before. No one ever has! But the Astor family could do that to her with ease, as if she were an animal. Or a monster. "Everyone is talking about you now. And Van says poor Ella is still unconscious. She will be needing stitches to cover those wounds. There might be scars after the healing. How can you do that!" The man bellowed. His phone rang. "Do you know who is calling now? The press! It is supposed to be my f*****g 50th birthday party, and now you have humiliated the Astor family once more, you fool!" He threw the phone in his hands so hard that it met with Alora's leg. She jumped in pain, attending to her feet but bumped into Bruce behind him. Bruce pushed her away like she was a forbidden item, falling her down to her knees. "Get me a new phone." Mr. Astor said, and Bruce did as he said. "And you, go lock yourself in your room and think about what you've done. Your punishment will be passed on later. Get lost!" he commanded. Alora picked herself up and made her way to her room. Standing before the mirror, she noticed her lips had split from the brutal slaps with blood covering it. Her gray eyes swelled from crying. "Why is this happening to me?" she said in a strangling voice. "Why?" The door pushed open with Van walking in. He seemed to be in a hurry, scattering the drawer in desperate need of something. Alora approached him slowly, keeping enough distance afraid he might hit her..although he had never done that. "Van, it wasn't me." her words was in a strangled sob. "I swear it, it wasn't me--" Van didn't face her when he replied. "I don't have time for your lies, Alora! Ella is still hurt because of you! You don't even deserve to be in this household, but I pitied you!" "You loved me, Van. Didn't you?" Alora dared ask. "Love?" Van scoffed. "You were a mistake, Alora. Even you know that. Things would be so much easier if you just disappeared from my life!" he said. The words touched her, piercing straight through her soul. With a shaky breath, she said in a soft whisper. "Maybe you're right. I should just disappear..." Van found what he was looking for and stormed out the room without taking a glance at her and he slammed the door on his way out. With a determined mind, Alora picked up her phone and dialed a number. "Keke, you were right. I'm getting a divorce."