Marrying My Ex-husband Uncle

Episode. 3

Helena POV

I didn't pick up his call and after my phone stopped ringing, I sent him a text.

My divorce lawyer will contact you. Pass whatever you have to say through him.

After sending the text, I blocked him. I was not going to keep communicating with a moron. I have plans for him but first, I needed to divorce him. It's the first step to my now very selfish goals in life.

The next day, I surprisingly got a call from my lawyer, and she told me that David was contesting the divorce and wished to stay married.

I was both livid and confused. I was angry he didn't want to finally give me my freedom as I imagined that a week from now I would be single, but also confused because I expected him to be happy about this since he had someone else he loved and valued, plus he also left me to die at the hands of my kidnappers, so what's wrong with him now?

Regardless of why he was doing this, I was willing to go to court for my freedom even though I had to spend all my money.

We went to court and, unfortunately, it seemed like I was losing. I had a sinking feeling that the judge was bribed by David and with that realization I felt my life slowly slipping out of my grasps again. I had to endure seeing David again and the constant berating of my mother, Martha Davison, and my sister, Larissa. They accused me of trying to bring down the family's name.

Their words didn't hurt me but only added fuel to the fire blazing inside me. When I was stuck in my loveless marriage, constantly berated by my mother-in-law and husband, I went to them for help, but they did nothing and told me to endure it for the family's sake. They even accused me of making my suffering up and those days I cried myself to sleep at night.

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It was a Sunday, I was lying lazily in bed at the hotel I had booked. The hearings in court were exhausting, to say the least, and I was emotionally exhausted. I kept wondering why David, that bastard, was going through this length by even bribing the judge just to keep me tied to him. I knew it cannot be love so it must be something else. I'll have to find out, but I wish to do so after the divorce.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door and it brought me back to reality. I sighed and asked, “Who is it?”

“Room service.” The reply came. The voice was feminine and unfamiliar. I furrowed my brows and walked to the door.

“But I didn't order anything.” I said, but no reply came.

I opened the door and found nobody by the door, only a brown envelope. I picked it up and went inside, shutting the door shut behind me.

I opened the envelope and found pictures of David and Rose together, kissing and being intimate. There was also a drivercard and once I inserted it into my laptop, I found a s*x tape between them.

It was disgusting to watch, but what should have crushed me before was giving me hope about the future. There's no way the judge can rule in favor of David with this evidence in my hands. And I wonder who must have dropped this for me.

On the next morning, my lawyer presented the evidence and also told him the police report of my kidnapping. It said that David paid the ransom for only Rose, his mistress in the photos, and left me there to die. It clearly showed his neglect of others. Finally, after so much back and forth in court, I was granted a divorce and free from David.

I didn't care about how David felt or what expressions he was making after I revealed all those things in court, during the entire hearing I never once met his eyes. Deep down I didn't want him to see how much he truly hurt me.

After the hearing, on my way out of the civil affairs bureau, David rushed to me and stopped me.

“Wait, Helen!” He called out to me and I froze. That name, he hadn't called me that in years. For the first time today, I turned towards him and met his eyes. Truthfully, I had thought meeting his beautiful amber eyes would make me waver like it always did, but surprisingly, it didn't. His eyes didn't seem as beautiful as they had before, not a single shine in them and, at that moment, I knew I had to move on from my unrequited love.

I slapped him hard across his cheek once he came closer, “Mr Hamilton, we are now strangers, never call me by that name ever again!” I warned sternly. “Better yet, never call or talk to me.” with that, I turned to leave.

“Wait, is it really true you were kidnapped?” He asked, his voice was low. If we weren't close, I wouldn't have heard him. I didn't reply to him and kept on moving. I knew he wouldn't try anything stupid since we were in public and, true to my thoughts, he let me go.

The next days after that went by in a flash, I found a small apartment in another city, far from where my ex-husband and family lived.

The apartment was really small, but it was my own, and I was happy to be anywhere as long as I was free.

I didn't have a lot of stuff to move in, no furniture or appliances, so the house was left empty. I decided to just unpack and arrange the things I do have at the moment and worry about the rest later.

While packing, I saw the card given to me by the receptionist at the hospital, and it was then I remembered I hadn't contacted the person who saved me.

I felt extremely bad, but it hadn't come to my mind once during my divorce battle. I was at a very low time in my life then and so many things were keeping my mind busy, especially at night.

Regardless, I didn't wait any longer, so I dialed the number and set up a meeting with him whenever he was free, so I could thank him in person and also explain myself.

He said he would come to me despite me insisting I meet him wherever he was, so I arranged for us to meet at a nearby café.

I waited for him for an hour, I almost thought he wasn't going to come until a tall and huge figure walked into the Café. I knew instantly that he was the one who I was waiting for without him introducing himself, but I knew who exactly that man was. My ex-husband’s Uncle, Blanefield Hamilton.