The Ex-Wife's Comeback!

Chapter 2

CARA

My eyes fluttered open, and I squinted against the bright light of the morning sun. My head was fuzzy and my body ached. I lay in bed for a moment until I recalled how I had blacked out the night before.

I flinched, opening my eyes wide and looking around. I was on a king-size bed in a room with polished tiles. Vases and flowers adorned the window side, and everything was perfectly placed.

"Where am I?" I mentally asked myself as I stood up from the bed. I had passed out the previous night. Shouldn't I have been taken to the hospital? Or had the strange man left me here, and I was kidnapped?

I didn't know what to think or feel in that moment—fear or worry seemed appropriate.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall, well-dressed man in his early forties walked in carrying a small bag. He looked extremely handsome, and his style was far better than Jayden's.

There was something intense about his presence. His emerald eyes scanned the room like he owned it, his features sharp, unreadable—like he didn’t have time for nonsense. His expression was cold, distant… but oddly captivating.

"Good morning, sir," I greeted him, but he didn't spare me a glance or respond.

"What a snub," I mouthed silently, not daring to say it out loud.

"Go downstairs for breakfast. Once you're done, be sure to leave my house," he said, and with that, he attempted to leave.

"Sir, you almost ran me over. Shouldn't you be apologizing for what you did?" I asked. He halted and turned to face me.

That's when I noticed his emerald eyes and small lips, which looked as if they were painted pink.

"Young lady, if you wanted to get yourself killed, you should have gotten a knife and stabbed yourself. You could also hang yourself in your room. There are many ways to die; why pick the roadside?" he asked. I cringed, realizing how embarrassing it was for him to know I had tried to take my own life.

"I'm sorry, sir," I said, bowing my head. He scoffed.

"Still, you could have noticed someone was standing in front of you if you weren't drunk," I retorted, lifting my head.

He blinked and said, "Leave my house." He then reached into the bag, pulled out a stack of cash, and threw a bundle on the bed.

My eyes widened at the sight of the money. It had been ages since I had seen this amount, not after Jayden had sucked me dry.

I stared at the cash on the bed, then looked at him, hoping he wasn't about to say something else.

"Go get yourself checked. You might need medications," he said. I smiled.

He was rude, yet strict and caring—a perfect example of my dad.

"Aren't you taking the money?" he asked when he noticed I was just staring at him and smiling weirdly.

"Oh, sorry sir. Thank you," I said with a slight bow as I quickly took the money, though he continued to stare at me.

"Why did you try to do that?" he suddenly asked. I knew he was referring to my attempt to get run over by a car, but I pretended not to understand.

"What are you saying, sir?" I asked politely. He just shook his head, mumbling under his breath.

"Young women with their shenanigans, I just can't deal with it," he muttered, heading towards the door. Then, as if recalling something, he added, "I am a businessman. I don't accept strangers in my home, let alone a lady. Kindly leave before I get back from work." This time, he left without returning.

I wanted to leave as he had instructed. I wanted to leave everyone alone and be by myself. I didn't want any man in my life telling me what to do. I clenched my fist tightly, fighting off the emotions that were about to burst out.

I wanted to leave too, but my next words to him surprised even myself.

It dawned on me that I was truly at a crossroads.

“Can I stay?" I asked, surprising myself. I couldn't hide my helplessness. I had nowhere to go, and my parents were out of the question.

He stopped abruptly, his emerald eyes fixed grimly on mine.

"Stay? Young lady, I don't want you in my house by the time I get back!" His voice was a mix of confusion and anger.

I shivered at the coldness of his voice, and before I could respond, he was gone.

That was the coldest encounter I'd had with anyone, and yet, I was helpless.

As I stood there, lost in thought, my stomach growled loudly, a painful reminder that I hadn't eaten for hours.

I sighed, recalling how he asked me to go downstairs for breakfast and I immediately made my way downstairs.

When I arrived, I saw food on the dining table and I pounced on the meal. And after devouring it, I went upstairs to rest and ponder my next move.

Lost in thoughts about my life, I drifted off to sleep. It wasn't until I heard a loud, angry voice that I realized how quickly time had passed.

"What the hell are you still doing in my house?!"