One night with Ex-Husband

Heart break

The next day’s sun rose with the brightest and coolest rays in sync with the previous night’s passion shared by two souls. There lies Maira on her stomach, completely naked, while her hips and certain areas of her chest are covered with a quilt, her hair gliding with the wind over her bareback. A moan escaped her lips, and she shivered slightly with the morning cool breeze making her eyes fluttered.

Although her eyes felt heavy to even blink, her other senses were on high alert. She could hear the bird chirping outside the windows. She could smell a familiar masculine cologne, her body covered with goosebumps with the presence of someone familiar, and her heart beats rapidly on its own accord.

That’s when her brain registered her surroundings and could recollect her last passionate night with someone who wanted to divorce her for an unknown reason.

How? When? Why? She mentally slapped herself, but then she couldn’t hide the contentment. She felt as if she was complete now; she couldn’t stop but feel happy again. Why? Why does she feel like falling in love again?

Though her body aches everywhere, she couldn’t be more than happy with the pain.

She opened her eyes and saw Abram standing near the open window, only in his trouser.  As his back was towards her, she couldn’t make out his expression or his thoughts at that moment.

Tucking her loose strand behind her ear, she slowly got up, covering herself with the quilt though she felt shy, knowing well, there was no part of her which he hadn’t seen before.

“I see you are still the w***e you were back then," his words broke her little dream she just thought of. Maira’s breath halts with his words.

He didn’t mean that, right? She was staring at his back, but his following sentence made her gasp in despair.

“A desperate woman like you, who can sleep with her ex-husband, can no wonder w***e around any men." He said while turning towards her with no remorse.

Maira felt her world just scattered in front of her, and she couldn’t do anything to save it. The hurt that welled up in her eyes starts streaming down her cheeks. She started breathing heavily as if his words were choking her and she felt suffocated with his intense glare.

He started menacingly walking towards her and said, “I did the right thing by divorcing you."

He halted and stood near her, while wiping her tears, said, “ How much do you charge for a night?" smirking at her teary face.

“Oh, now you can’t talk? Last night you were screaming my name like a slut, enjoying every bit of pleasure I was giving. I never knew you were a s*x hunger kitten."

She lowered her gaze, seeing the ferocity of disgust he held for her. She clutched the quilt tightly and crawled back. As if the words were not enough to cause her agony, his stare was magnifying the pain. Abram leaned near the bedside drawer and took out something before saying;

“Here! Take extra 200 bucks for the sake of our old times." He roughly grabs her palm and shovels the currency into her hand.

With that, something broke inside her. Maira was panting while her trembling hands were tightly holding the quilt. After he tricked her into an abortion, she vowed never to cry in front of her husband, but what he said just now shattered her soul beyond repair. Her quivering body and hollow eyes didn’t hide the agony she felt at that very moment. “I am sorry for everything," she said with a shaky voice.

“Do I look like I care for your apology? I am going to the bathroom, and before I am back, I don’t want to see your face. Get out."

After slamming the bathroom door loudly, Abram walked towards the sink. Till now, he was controlling his fury.

How can I lose control? How can I make love to her, after what all she did to me? Why do her tears make my chest hurt? Why do I feel guilty about seeing her broken? Abram thought.

“s**t! Dammit," he yelled, punching the mirror continuously.

She can move around like a slut in my absence, and if I called her one, she felt hurt. What a hypocrite, he mentally growled, recollecting how seductive she was looking last night and what that asshole was commenting on her, making him lose his cool.

Only he knows how he controlled himself, seeing Maira looking hot in his bed with just a quilt around. It took all his self-control to mask his arousal for her while spewing the insult to her. He was not angry at her, he was mad at himself for still letting her control his emotions for her, and he vented that on her. Unknown to him, his act shattered her and her confidence.

Once his anger subsided, he was thinking of apologizing to her if his ego lets him or at least to drop her at her home as the place was a little far from the city; however, when he came out, he saw the room was empty, but he noticed there was a note on the bedside drawer.

“You did the right thing by divorcing a w***e," it was written with a tear stain.

He immediately rushed out of the house as he felt something was not right; something terrible would happen.

“f**k, f**k," he growled, seeing the corridor empty. The apartment was situated near the city outskirts, and there were no means of transport. She was not carrying her phone, and her dress; it could make any man go wild for her.

“f**k, Maira, after all these months staying away from you, you still could make me worry for you," he said to no one while starting his car.

To add to his frustration, it started raining heavily. He was just out of the main gate when he noticed a small figure strolling in the distance. He knew who it was and immediately sigh in relief.

Thank God, he whispered.

However, before he could chase Maira, a car stopped near her, and the next second she was gone.