MY EX WANTS ME BACK

Chapter 3

Nicholas's POV

“OH s**t,” she muttered pushing me away, her eyes filled with fear looking at the strange in front of us. I couldn't help but wonder who he was. And why does she feel so scared around him? “I… I…can…explain… I…. I…promise it is not what you think.” She began stuttering.

Why is she weak in front of this person? What happened to the bold character that I fell for?

“Oh shut up, this is what you do behind my back? Sleeping with every d**k and harry you come across.” The stranger said, making my blood boil in rage. “I have always expected this from a low life like you, and I promise to make you suffer this.” He threatened and turned to leave. I stood up ready to make him pay first with his blood, when I saw Lucinda running behind him in tears. I swiftly held her hand and she turned to me with anger flashing in her eyes. I gave her a puzzled look, what did I do? Shouldn’t that anger be channeled to the asshole that just insulted her?

“What do you want from me!!! Who sent you?” She yelled, leaving me perplexed. “Please don't destroy my marriage further,” she said in tears, My eyes went wide in shock, taken aback by her words. Marriage? How is it possible that she doesn't look it? Yes, I know it isn't something that is written on the forehead, but c’mon, I began feeling a sharp pain in my chest. I let go of her hands slowly.

“I don't have money now, but I will try to raise your money and pay up; also, before you fire me, I resigned from my job.” She said and ran away. I opened my mouth to speak, but for the first time, I was speechless and too weak to form any words.

I never wanted her money or wasn't planning on sacking her. I just wanted to use this meeting to see if we can start something. I don't love, and I don't know how to love, but the first time I saw Lucinda, I knew she was the one I had been waiting for.

Even after hearing she is married, surprisingly, my heart still yearns for her; there is this feeling convincing me that we can work something out. Her marriage looks pretty damaged. Why can't she walk away and be with someone like me who will cherish and love her? Wait, do I sound stupid now? I guess this is what love at first sight does. I hate love, it is clearly for stupid and weak men.

I walked out of the cafe and drove to clear my head, but I still couldn't stop thinking about Lucinda. What if she is in trouble now? Why do I feel attached to a woman I just met? This isn't good because whatever my heart gets attached to must be mine and Lucinda isn't exceptional.

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Lucinda's POV

I let out a heavy sigh, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as my mind continued to reel from the whole drama that happened last week. Micheal hasn't come home since then, I tried calling and sending him messages begging to explain myself, but he keeps ignoring my pleas. I should have been the one angry for sleeping with my best friend, but Instead, I chose to keep that aside and settle things with him amicably.

A loud horn pulled me out of my thoughts; I immediately stood up from my bed and checked who was entering through my window. My face lit up seeing Micheal parking in the garage. Finally, he wants us to talk things out like adults.

Rushing outside, I eagerly awaited my husband. But before I could reach him, he stepped out of the car and walked to the passenger. He opened the door, and Daisy emerged with a sly smile on her face.

Why has Michael brought the devil incarnate into our home? The same woman causing havoc in our marriage. I watched in horror as he retrieved a box from the trunk, likely hers. They exchanged whispered words and burst into laughter. Their laughter cut through me like a knife.

As they walked past me, my body crumbled under the weight of betrayal. My chest constricted, and tears streamed down my face. Every day, I struggle to find motivation, clinging to the hope that someday, things will improve. But instead, they spiral further out of control.

In this darkness, death seems like a mercy. Why must I endure this agony? Will my life ever know peace?

I took a deep breath, trying to get a hold of myself as I dragged my legs inside. Just then a maid passed me carrying a familiar box.

“Where are you taking that?” I asked, confusion etched on my face.

“Sir Michael asked me to move your belongings to the guest room,” she replied, shattering my heart further. This is the height of it. My silence is only worsening the situation. I know this is all Daisy’s game, and my husband doesn't realize he is a pawn In her game.

I won't watch still or always cry and let the enemy I thought was my friend snatch my husband.

“Sleeping with my husband isn't enough now you think you can take my position, you whore.” I yelled entering the room. “Before you destroy my home, I will send you where you belong to bitch.” I said, flinging her box outside. In a snap of a movement, I felt a strong hand grasp my arm, spinning me back around, and I felt a stinging sensation as Micheal’s palm connected with my cheek, sending my head jerking sideways. My hair spilled across my face, partially obscuring my vision. I winced, rubbing my sore skin, my eyes watering in shock.

I looked at Micheal’s gaze, and those eyes that held love for me years ago were now replaced with hatred, all for a lady that he once hated and told me to stay away from. Does my husband realize he is gradually becoming the one thing he hated the most because of that wolf in sheep's clothing?

How did Micheal move from “Be Careful about Daisy, I hate her aura.” to him allowing her to warm his bed? What changed? When did it happen?

“Baby, are you okay?” Micheal said, patting Daisy’s head and she nodded.

“I told you I can't move into your house. I don't need bad energy around me.” She said, pouting. This was all Michael’s plan; I can't believe he hatess me so much that he doesn't think twice to hurt me.

“I will deal with that, my love.” He said, kissing her on the forehead. “The next time you cause her and my unborn baby any harm or stress. I promise to deal with you, LUCINDA DETROIT.” Micheal barked at me and I let out a gasp as his words registered slowly in my brain. Unborn baby? Do you mean Daisy is carrying my husband's child? Meaning the Lord decided to answer a mistress's prayers and blessed her with a child so she could fully live the life I had always prayed for and hoped for. Does karma come back for people? Do the bad people suffer?