Dear Ex, Please Come Back To Me

CHAPTER 2

Abigail

"I don't want you anymore, Abigail," he said, his voice devoid of any compassion, any hint of the love we once shared. "Sign these papers and leave when you are ready."

“But, – but Xander, why? What is going on?” I gathered the courage to ask.

“Listen, your poor performance is destroying my reputation and you are simply a waste of space here. I mean, you haven't even helped me achieve anything since we got married. So, why should I still keep you?” He explained.

‘Waste of space?’ My mind asked repeatedly. This is making no sense. Was that a reason for a sudden divorce? What about my dreams–

“My life? Xander you know that there is an upcoming contest for rising artistes. You promised to help me run it through. What happened to that? What happened to your love for me?” I asked him.

What was I thinking when I said ‘love for me'? Clearly, I wasn't blind. I was alive enough to have understood that Xander no longer wanted me in his life. He showed it very sharply. I was disgusted by him.

But even after noticing all those signs, I still stayed in the marriage and the reason was simple. ‘I loved him’. I loved Xander Wayne.

Everything that unfolded was like a story. The story where the male leads cheats on the female leads and the female leads ends up with a rich dude.

The only difference was that I doubted if I was a female or even a human. Honestly, I did not know who I was. And a rich dude? Fantasy!

Before Xander could say another word in reply, the steps of his mother's high heels hitting the tiles as she walked downstairs, sharply cut in.

“Abigail.” She called out loudly.

“Remember why you married my son in the first place 4 years ago? Remember what you did? I do not want to remind myself of that horrible memory. It breaks my heart. I've been keeping up with you. No more!” She ordered and pointed to the papers in front of me.

This was getting serious. It was no joke. My marriage was about to crumble. Oh no!

I immediately went on my knees.

“Please, mother. I beg of you. Don’t do this to me. Please Xander. You’re all I have. I love you very much. I’ve never done anything to you. Please don’t–”

“Enough, Abigail. Enough with your fake tears. Just.. just leave!” Nathan said, devoid of any compassion.

But as he spoke, I noticed something. He couldn’t look at my face. He didn’t look exactly happy. He was frowning and he looked depressed.

But that meant nothing because he still didn’t offer to stop it. He just sat there, stoic!

Left with no choice, I stood up and picked up the pen. My hands began to shake!

As I signed, the tears from my eyes kept soaking up the papers. I just didn't understand the reason for the sudden divorce.

But I knew that something was wrong. Something was happening. Something that made Xander suddenly want to throw me away. He loved me right?

No, it wasn't those eyes of Doris which were staring happily and scornfully at me. Or the... maybe. Maybe it was.

After signing the paperwork, I dropped the pen and looked at my husband – ex husband – one more time.

“I loved you, Xander. And I still do!” Then I left the house.

Lost and adrift, I found myself drawn to an empty stage, once owned by Xander just down the street.

I stood there, on that deserted stage, all alone. The vastness of the silence mirrored the emptiness in my heart.

I never stood on the stage except for times like these when everyone was gone and I would just sit alone with my piano and voice out my feelings to thin air.

And so I did.

I kept crying for help to a being, higher than I was. My mother blocked me from ever calling or texting her after what I did to her. And my dad, well, she anchored him.

I began to sing with all my soul. As I remembered what happened 4 years ago, my songs became more loud and saturated. Regret clouded me. Tears wet me.

Xander was the only person who held my heart together, well, apart from my piano. And now, he has shredded it to pieces.

I tried thinking of the exact thing I did that prompted him to suddenly divorce me. But nothing was coming to mind. He knew my past and agreed to love me nevertheless.

Then where did the sudden hate come from? Why did he do this to me? Why did he hurt me and break my heart? Why?

And then, suddenly, almost as if in response to my pain, a single clap shattered the stillness.

Startled, I turned to see a tall, mysterious figure appear from nowhere. He was hidden from the light, clapping his hands.

I stopped playing the piano to be cautious of who was there.

He remained sitting at the back, in the shadows of the large hall, so I couldn't see him.

"Beautiful," he said softly, his voice a reverent whisper.

“Who are you?” I echoed.