Take Me Back,Ex-Wife!

Chapter4

Chapter 4

Cassandra's POV

I waited patiently for him to return home so I could ask him directly if he was having an affair with his ex-lover that is already married but he didn't come home that night as well again.

Days later I noticed he was keeping a distance from me, he wouldn't return my calls or texts, and even when I tried visiting him at his company, the secretary would tell me he gave strict orders that he doesn't want to see me.

My life is just getting sad every day, he did me wrong and this is what I get in return?

I faced lots of gossip from other colleagues at work except for my team where I have Sir Liam as my boss, the rest said all manner of words that my marriage lacks affection, some even said it out loud for me to hear that a lady of my cannibal doesn't deserve to be the wife of almighty Dylan Williams and the girl in the picture is more prettier than me.

I tried to keep my emotions in check so I don't react wrongly at work.

Sir Liam stood for me this time around and I was so happy, "Stop spreading false rumors, what do you know about marriage? If you aren't married then you have no right to ruin someone else's home with your stinky mouth.”

"We are sorry sir.”

"Sorry for yourself.” He shouted at them.

"If you know what is good for you three, get back to work otherwise I will make sure your boss deducts from your salary for playing when you are supposed to be working.” They rushed out immediately and I noticed I was almost in tears but I had to control it.

"Are you okay Cassandra?” He asked and I nodded my head, "Yes Sir Liam.”

"I see, let's have lunch together and I am not taking no for an answer.” He walked away and I have a feeling he must have seen through me that I am emotionally down.

During the lunch break, we went to the restaurant together and he bought our lunch. He wanted to know what was wrong with me but I told him I was okay, just stressed and all.

"I know you are not comfortable sharing things about your personal life but if you ever need a friend to talk to, I am always here for you.” He held my hands and I nodded, wearing a smile on my face.

Immediately after we finished we had to return to work. I decided to get so busy at work so I wouldn't end up thinking so much about everything happening to me. How on earth would I tell Sir Liam that my husband prefers taking solace in another woman's arm and refuses to come home to me.

I drove home feeling so tired when I saw my husband's car. It seemed he had come home today so I rushed in. I saw him wearing his pajamas and sitting with his laptop.

Immediately he saw me, his countenance changed like I was a plague, I had to say something, "Hi, I didn't know you were back, I will go make dinner.”

"No need, I had dinner already.” He replied coldly.

"You haven't come home for some days now, you don't return my calls or texts and you won't let me see you in the company, tell me are you avoiding me now?”

"This is the exact reason I don't like to come home, I guess I should just leave.”

"Dylan, why are you doing this to me? I found a used condom in your suit jacket, are you really having an affair with her? I thought you had moved on already.” I couldn't control my tears anymore as I let it pour like rain and I held his hands.

He slowly took off my hands and gave me an evil smirk, "Those fake tears don't work on me golddigger, and quit making stories to accuse me of cheating, slut!”

He walked away and I remained frozen, did he just call me a gold digger and a slut?

He came out all dressed with his car keys and he drove out of the compound, I almost had a panic attack as I fell to the ground. How can he be so hard not to feel remorse for everything he is doing to me, how? He denies everything while still acting like a saint and he calls me the name of things I don't do. This is so hard to bear, I hate him just as I love him so much.

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I returned home from work the following day, and my team at work had a surprise birthday party for me. I was grateful.

Getting home, I found a lady sitting in my living room with her legs crossed and her dress exposing some part of her body.

"Finally I get to meet you, the lady who stole our dream man.” That voice, I recognize it, she was the same lady that called me with my husband's phone, she is the reason my marriage is crumbling right now.

I need to be tough right now because I am the present in Dylan's life and she is just his past.

"It was you right? Don't you have any shame at all? I wonder how your husband will react if he finds out everything you are doing.”

"You don't have to worry about that, we are divorced, and guess who asked me to do so?”

I know this game, she is trying to mess with my head and I won't give her the chance to do so.

"Why are you in my home anyway?”

"I will tell you after you fetch me a glass of juice.” She gave me a deadly smile.

I tightened my fist so hard and I took a deep breath, she was not worth my rage, I needed to put my emotions in check.

"Go fetch the glass of juice yourself, it's over there.” I pointed and she smiled saying, "Thank you so much, you are so nice.”

"I don't need your thanks.” She walked to get the glass of juice and walking close to me she sampled the necklace on her neck, "What do you think of this necklace? Dylan single-handedly bought it for me the night he was not home.”

Tears almost left my eyes but I won't cry in the presence of this b***h, "Isn't my husband so generous that he had to get you a necklace, wow, my husband is the best right?” I gave an evil smirk and she walked in the direction of her bag, I guess she didn't have anything to say, enough of her mind games. I hate Dylan so much, why on earth will he get her the same necklace I have been wishing to get? Is he doing this on purpose? Is he excited about hurting my feelings just because he knows I love him so much?

I can't believe the gut she has to show up here in my home and spout out nonsense from her mouth.

She brought out a wristwatch from her bag and I recognized it at a glance. It was the same wristwatch I got for Dylan on his birthday last year. How on earth did it end up with this b***h? Don't tell me he also gave it to her as a gift.

"I believe you recognize this right?”

I took a few seconds before saying, "Now you have your glass of juice, can you tell me why you are here? If you have nothing reasonable to say, I believe you know your way out, I need to make dinner for my darling husband.“

"I am sorry, Dylan invited me over so I can't leave just yet.”

"What?”

"He forgot the watch with me that night.” She came closer and whispered to my hearing.

"That night was the best night for us, I can't believe your husband ditched you on your wedding anniversary and decided to call me over to spend time with me, When he held me in his arms, he said he often thought about the memories we had together, anytime he holds you he always wishes it was me and you were his regret... You know how sexy he gets when he is drunk but don't worry nothing happened between us, oh mine I really don't know why he keeps running to me every night, is it love?...”

"You b***h!!” I couldn't control myself at this point, I already had enough of this b***h attitude, I landed a slap on her face angrily, and the glass cup of juice she was holding shattered on the floor spilling the drink everywhere.

"Stay away from my husband.” Trying to land her another hit, someone grabbed my hands with force and I ended up falling on the broken glasses. My heart was torn into pieces when I realized it was Dylan.

Dylan was so calm with her, "Are you hurt? Tell me what happened?”

"I was just trying to be nice to your wife, she just started insulting me and slapped me.” She cried.

"You bloody liar!” I reacted.

"Shut up Cassy, I wasn't asking for your side of the story.” I was shocked by the whole thing.

I noticed the b***h gave me an evil smirk, she clumsily tried to stand on her feet and fell again but my husband helped her up, "I need to take you to the hospital, I can't let you go home like this.”

"You don't have to Dylan, I guess your wife is also wounded, you should be attending to her.”

"She can take care of herself because she brought it upon herself.” He said it with hatred in his eyes like a burning fire, he carried her in bridal style and left.

I still couldn't process what was happening, did Dylan ju

st show it to my face that he only cares for her?

I felt the warmth of my finger that had a cut and I was bleeding.