Chasing His Ex-Wife

CHAPTER 6

CHRISTIAN

It has been exactly forty-five minutes since I gave Isabella our divorce papers at the cafe.

As always she looked beautiful in that sinful bottle green dress. But I don't think that I will ever have any right over her, not that I want to have her again. I closed my eyes as I tried to control my emotions. She just looked so beautiful that I wanted to take her there and then.

When she asked for divorce a few weeks ago, I was utterly confused. Weren't we doing well? She never once complained about anything before suddenly dropping the divorce bomb on me. But I don't mind, it was not like I thought that our marriage would last long. I didn't think that it would come to an end this soon. I thought we still had some time together.

When she asked me for divorce I was shocked but I didn't mind it. If she wanted to be out of this marriage, who was I to keep her trapped with me? I know that she was forced to marry me. She was so young when she married me, just twenty two. She still had to experience her life. People her age would still suffer from dating experience and heart breaks.

I looked at my wrist watch, Stella is twenty minutes late, as always. I glanced at the door of the restaurant again but she was nowhere to be found.

Today is the first time I'll be alone with Stella. God, I had missed her. I ran my fingers through my hair to set properly. It has been three years since our separation. A Lot of things have happened after that. But at the same time I did not look forward to seeing her. I miss what we had back then and nothing else. I can't say that I particularly miss her anymore.

This setting felt similar because this was how I would take her on dates. Back when we started dating I would always make sure that I treat her like a princess. She loved baked goodies and I made sure to treat her with that. Sweets were her weakness and they were my weapon to win her over. We both were studious so study dates at our favorite cafe was like an escape from the nightmare. I have loved Stella since I was in high-school and finally gathered the courage to ask her on a date when we both entered the university. I was over the top when she said yes when I proposed to her four years ago after dating for almost a decade.

“Sorry. Did I make you wait for too long?” A melodious voice said and I looked up to see Stella standing in front of me. My breath stopped as I looked at her. She looked gorgeous in that bottle green dress. The silk of the dress hugged her body like a second skin.

Isabella would look even better in this dress…

A frown appeared on my face. What? Why was I thinking about my ex-wife?

“Twenty minutes, to be exact.” I told Stella. I didn't want to sound rude but I can't help it. I was still upset with her. She had run away from our wedding three years ago with no explanation at all. I still remember the humiliation I felt when I was told that my fiancée had run away that morning. But the humiliation can't top the heartbreak I felt. I also remember how aloof I was with Isabella during our first few weeks of marriage as if she was the one at fault. She didn't deserve to be treated like that.

“Always so punctual.” Stella muttered as she took the seat in front of me. She looked at me with a smile as if she was not guilty at all. “Did you order it already?” She asked and I nodded while a waiter brought our food. “You still remember my favorite food.” Stella muttered softly as she eyed the creamy shrimp fettuccine pasta. Her eyes softened as she looked at me with awe in her hazel eyes.

“Of course. You would always order this when we were here.” I muttered as I took a bite of pasta all while I kept my eyes locked with Stella. She was looking at me with sad eyes as if she was missing something, or rather someone.

“They make the best pasta and you know my love for seafood. I just don't understand how some people can hate seafood.” She muttered, mouth full of food. “Take Isabella for example.” She added.

“She hates seafood?” I asked Stella who nodded before furrowing her brows and looking at me as if I had grown two pairs of horns on top of my head. I just blinked at her.

“Of course. She hates everything that belongs to the sea. Sometimes she would sleep with empty stomach if we had seafood.” Stella chuckled and my confusion began to grow even more. “But wait, how could you not know about her dislikes? Isn't she your wife?”

I just kept looking at her. Isabelle hated seafood? But she would always eat it whenever I ordered the take out. She even used to cook it for me. Why didn't she tell me anything about this?

“We are getting a divorce.” I told her instead. She is the first one who I have shared this news with. I watched as her eyes grew even wider. I thought that I would feel lighter now that my secret was out but instead the burden on my chest felt even heavier.