Dear ex husband payback's coming

Chapter 5

FLASHBACKS 6 YEARS AGO…..

I stood at the altar, my heart racing with excitement and nervousness, as I gazed into Raymond's eyes. I thought that marrying him would be the solution to all our problems, that my love alone would be enough to make everything better. But little did I know, I was walking into a nightmare.

As we exchanged our vows, I felt a sense of hope and optimism. I believed that as long as we stay together our love would grow, that Raymond would eventually come to love me as much as I loved him. But the reality was far from it.

Raymond's eyes, once bright and charming, now seemed cold and distant. His touch, once gentle and loving, now felt like a chore. I tried to brush it off, thinking that he was just stressed with work or the pressure of our new life together. But deep down, I knew the truth.

He never loved me.

I felt like a fool, blinded by my own emotions and desires. I thought that if I married him, he would eventually develop feelings for me. But the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, and I realized that I was alone in this marriage.

Raymond's actions spoke louder than his words. He would come home late, without explanation, and ignore me for hours. He would dismiss my feelings, my needs, and my desires. He would make me feel like I was nothing more than a mere convenience to him.

I tried to hold on to the love I had for him, but it was slowly dwindling away. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, with no lifeline in sight. I began to question my own worth, my own value as a person.

Why wasn't I enough for him?

Why didn't he love me after everything I have done, he still never loved me.

The tears I cried were endless, the pain I felt was unbearable. I felt like I was living in a dream, a never-ending nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.

I realized that I had made a terrible mistake, that I had married a man who didn't love me, who didn't even care for me. And now, I was stuck in this loveless marriage, with no escape in sight.

As the days went by, I became a shadow of my former self. I lost my confidence, my self-esteem, my sense of purpose. I felt like I was just going through the motions, living a life that wasn't mine.

And Raymond, he just watched me crumble, without lifting a finger to help me. He was content in his own world, his own reality, and I was just a mere spectator.

I knew I had to make a change, but I didn't know where to start. I felt trapped, stuck in this marriage, with no way out. And so, I did the only thing I could do - I cried, I screamed, and I wept, hoping that someday, somehow, things would get better.

We were at the dining table, I cooked him something delicious, just as he sat down to eat Aaron walked in, his expression stern.

“What's the problem?” Raymond asked, Aaron gazed at me and with that I knew he doesn't want to speak in front of me.

“Speak up” Raymond said his voice authoritative.

“Miss Sophia needs you right now..” he said his voice low and firm

I swallowed hard and breathe, I tried to hide my emotions.

“Where is she?” He asked

“At the hospital” Aaron said, and without another word Raymond dropped his spoon and walked away, I glared at the food in front of me for some minutes, my body shivering, this will be the fifth night this is going to happen.

As I sat at the table, staring blankly at the food in front of me, my anger simmered just below the surface. I gripped my spoon tightly, my knuckles white with rage, my eyes fixed on the meal as if it was the source of all my problems. I knew I had no one else to blame but myself for this mess. I thought that marriage would somehow magically make him love him like I loved him, but now I realized how foolish that was.

My gaze drifted to the entrance, my eyes checking the time for what felt like the hundredth time. It was already past ten, and Raymond rushed out just to see Sophia his ex where was nowhere to be found when he almost went crazy about his company

With a sudden burst of fury, I slammed my spoon down on the table, making the silverware jump. I pushed my chair back, the legs scraping against the floor, and stood up, my eyes blazing with anger. I packed the food into the containers, my movements jerky and aggressive, and then I threw them into the dustbin, the sound of the lid slamming shut echoing through the room.

I stood there, my chest heaving, my heart racing with anger and hurt. How could he do this to me? How could he just leave me sitting here, waiting for him, while he was out with his ex? I felt like I was nothing more than an afterthought to him, a mere inconvenience.

I turned away from the table, my eyes scanning the room as if searching for something to lash out at. My gaze landed on the clock, and I felt a fresh wave of anger wash over me. Ten fifteen. He was fifteen minutes late, and he hadn't even bothered to call or text me.

I strode over to the phone, my fingers flying across the keypad as I dialed his number. It rang and rang, but he didn't answer. I hung up, my anger boiling over. I dialed again, and again, but he ignored my calls.

I slowly walked into the bathroom, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. The pregnancy test I bought that morning was still hidden in my bag, but I knew I couldn't avoid the truth any longer. I had been seeing a lot of symptoms lately - the fatigue, the nausea- and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about me.

I took a deep breath and pulled out the test, my hands shaking slightly as I unwrapped it. I had been dreading this moment, hoping that my fears were unfounded. But deep down, I knew. I knew that I had been careless, that I had let my guard down.

It was the night he came home drunk, the night he forced himself on me without a care in the world. I had forgotten to take my pill, and now... now….

I took the test, my eyes fixed on the stick as I waited for the results. My fingers clicked nervously on the table, the sound echoing through the silent bathroom. I felt like I was waiting for my fate to be decided, like my whole world was hanging in the balance.

And then, I saw it. The plus sign. The word "POSITIVE" staring back at me like a cruel joke.

My eyes widened in shock, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, like all the air had been sucked out of me. I stumbled backward, my hand grasping for the sink to hold myself up.

No. This shouldn't have happened. This can't be happening.

I felt like I was in a nightmare, like I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. I thought of Raymond, of his nonchalant behaviors, his lack of concern for me.

And then, everything went black.