My Dumped Ex-husband Wants Me Back

Two~Burning Bridges

Diana's pov:

Five years ago.

I never had full order over my life.

No control, no plans, no structure. Everything was made ready for me, it felt like I was a robot built only for destruction.

All I had to do was open my hands and receive it whether I liked it or not. No one cared.

And if I had any questions or objections, I'd be asked to throw them all away.

Why? They were looking out for me. These same words were recycled, rinsed and fed to me every single time. So I swallowed my questions, and turned my curiosity to endurance.

That was how I met Kane Sinclair, my husband. No formal introduction, just an invitation card placed on my table one morning.

An invitation to my own wedding.

Tell me who does odd things like that? My parents. In their words, it's their way of protecting me from choosing the wrong man.

I barely knew any man. Not even a boy.

Right from birth, I've had everything that's prestigious and luxury. It was walking straight into a palace of gold.

My parents had my life in their hands. They pressed all the buttons at the same time, and taught me to keep my mouth shut. Never to ask questions.

And I never did. I kept my f*****g mouth shut and tight.

Unlike Lauren, my baby sister, I feared the outside world more than my parents' wrath. I always wondered how she made so many friends, had boyfriends but still never got married.

So when mum and Dad walked into my room the night after my college graduation to drop that invitation card, I made no objections.

I simply nodded and prepared myself for my wedding.

Trust me when I say that meeting Kane for the very first time, I fell instantly in love with him. He had this build that made him irresistibly good-looking, I drooled for a few seconds.

He didn't speak to me that day. Or the day after that. It took three months before he began to look me in the eye, and greet me.

Three silent months after our wedding before I heard him speak to me.

Funny how I waited, and cooked. No, I shunned the staff from entering the kitchen. I did all of it myself, every single chore. I bore it all with joy, including his silence.

And when he spoke to me that night, I felt like I had won Miss Universe. I smiled non-stop, I felt maybe all my hard work had paid off.

It did actually for a while.

Kane was loving, caring and sweet. He always came home for dinner, and he'd managed to eat breakfast with me before leaving for work even on the days that he'd be late to work.

But he never touched me, not once. He made sure we had separate bedrooms. He provided everything I needed and wanted but he never touched or kissed me.

All that intimate touch? I never had it. Kane made no mistake in making physical contact with me.

Not like he avoided touching me but he made it so casual. It was too short, I barely felt anything. It left as quick as it came.

These weren't things I was taught to keep in mind but I craved them. And I thought having someone like him, with the little progress meant I would get it.

I was so wrong.

The same man divorced me and threw me out for having an affair with another man, when he hadn't touched me since we got married.

In my defense, I should have divorced him for being so distant. Who goes five damn years living in the same house with a wife without wanting to eat her up.

Well, for Kane, I was his untouched trophy wife, until three nights ago when my dreams of remaining in that position was shattered into irredeemable pieces.

I continued scrolling through my phone. The Internet was on fire. News, the blogs, and my house, it was all on fire.

It's amazing how topics like this fly so fast in Vallencourt. Something about that flashing light I had noticed that night.

Someone was watching, waiting and gathering all the evidence. Someone who knew this would happen and placed himself in position to get it all first-hand.

Pictures and videos of me begging Kane made headlines. I was tagged the pathetic cheating dog, and Kane was the angel that mercilessly trampled on my pride.

My phone rang for the millionth time that morning, I refused to answer. I laid curled up in bed in the same clothes that I had on from the night I left Kane's house.

The housekeeper constantly came to check on me to know if I had jumped off the balcony or if I had planted a knife in my chest out of shame.

“Miss Diana, your parents have been calling for three days, but you're not answering. They are on the phone again, what should I tell them?” Alice, the housekeeper, had come to my room to inform me.

I knew why they called. Not for my well-being, but to know why I had chosen to disgrace them, not just as their daughter, but as the wife of their prized son-in-law.

That's the only thing they care about. Their f*****g reputation.

I managed to lift myself up from the bed. My makeup smeared, courtesy of the constant crying and snorting.

I waved her off, “don’t bother answering them, I'll take care of it.”

“But they—”

“it’s okay Alice, I'll handle it. Go get something ready for them."

Alice nodded and placed a cup of tea on the table before leaving me to process my thoughts again.

Having my parents at home wasn't just torture. It was the beginning of unavoidable hell, one where I'd have no choice but to listen to their abusive words. And be asked to perform my duties as a trophy wife.

I took a sip of the tea, and went in to get rid of my dirt, hoping I could erase the emotional and mental strain along with it.

I cleaned myself, and changed into new clothes, just as I was about to claim my bed again, a loud thud from the door downstairs startled me.

But the voice that followed it eased me. It was Lauren's, the next voices I heard caused my stomach to hurt. It was my parents.

God knew I wasn't ready for their poking words. They pushed me to marry him, they too won't give me the chance to explain myself.

Before I could open the door, Lauren barged in with a force that almost had me falling to the floor.

“Ana…” she gasped, hurrying to check on me. My sight was blurry but her scent was enough for me to know it was her.

Then mum began to rant, “how could you embarrass us like this?” Her voice filled the room like the breaking of empty vessels, you don't get to have a clear hearing after that.

“Mum please”

“You don't get to tell me that! Your father and I are going through so much hell trying to clear your name!" She paused after Dad patted her back, but she continued, this time softly, “Diana, why would you do this to us, to Kane?”

I knew saying something would change nothing so I remained quiet.

Lauren muttered, “Did you really have an affair”

“Are you guys being serious right now?” I scoffed, tears were beginning to reach my eyes.

“Of course! If you were faithful, then maybe your marriage would have been saved” mum accused me further. Her words taunted me more.

I laughed hysterically, the room around me suddenly looked like a disco room with shining lights flashing directly into my eyes. I was going insane with fury.

I was still shielding my ears from the noise when Alice knocked on the door.

“Ms Diana, a package just came in for you.”

My brows scrunched up in confusion, “from who?” I asked, still puzzled. No one sends me a package unless I had ordered something, which I didn't.

Alice swallowed, “Mr Kane's butler…” I didn't let her finish before snatching the package from her.

God—could Kane have realized his mistake and sent a ring?

I would gladly take it if it was a ring. I scratched and pulled until the package was bare in my hands.

It was a card. An invitation card from Kane.

“What does it say? Mum asked, moving to look inside the box but I stopped her.

Unraveling the card, I read it. Every word punched harder than the last, giving way to more chances of me losing my stance.

Fuck! My heart began to beat faster. My breaths shorten, and beads of sweat formed on both sides of my face.

“What?” My voice came out strained and ragged. I must have thought that I was dreaming.

Then I pinched myself, and hell, I wasn't dreaming.

I glanced at Lauren, she had confusion all over her face. No hints of betrayal in sight, no twitching in her eyes or her gulping till her mouth went dry.

She was clean. But the card in my hands screamed more than that.

“You’re getting married to Kane?” I choked, the words were hard for me to grasp. I laid hold of the couch so I wouldn't fall.

Another invitation card that was sent to ruin my life once more. Only that it wasn't for me, it was for my sister.

Kane was getting married to Lauren, my baby sister.