The Ultimate Ex-wife

Welcome to Hell

Enzo

This was probably the only time that I’d been in this club that I didn’t feel entirely fulfilled. My feelings were all over the place. The loud music and the strippers that were all over me did nothing to calm my raging nerves.

Yes, I practically ran away from my wedding party because I couldn’t breathe. The atmosphere had been suffocating. Or maybe, it was because the sight of a woman who I barely knew, was playing games with my emotions.

Maybe I just hated her too much. That should be it. This is a passionate kind of hate. That’s why my emotions are everywhere. That was why I gave the order to keep her outside until I returned so that she would feel the brunt of that hate. Especially when I knew that I didn’t have the intention of returning until the next day.

I downed my glass of whisky and tried to focus on the exotic dancers with me. On a normal day, I would let them touch me up, but tonight, I felt particularly disgusted with their touch and only settled for private dances.

But that was short-lived. Stefano, my best friend, who must have had enough of my dramatics for one day, tipped the dancers off and shooed them away.

“Oh, come on. Man. I needed those chicks” I protested.

“No, you need to go home.” Stef countered. “You’ve been here for too long now. Your wife is still probably locked in that car outside your house. You have to get her in”

I groaned, sinking back into the plush leather chair. “Stef, you’re my best friend. You’re supposed to back me up here, not support that woman”

“That woman is your wife, Enzo. And she hasn’t done anything wrong to you. It will be totally heartless of you to treat her in this manner. I mean, come on man, it’s your wedding night. You two should be together”

I shook my head in disagreement. “f**k, no. This was all her father’s idea. That old geezer blackmailed me into this marriage. I couldn’t care less about his daughter’s feelings. He wanted the union to revive his company, and it has. His daughter can suffer for his sins for all I care”

“At least get her out of the car and allow her to rest. Do you know how she must be feeling all cramped up in that car by this time?”

“Fine!” I groaned and stood.

Begrudgingly, I left the club, got into the car, and ordered the driver to take me home. After giving the security instructions to let her out, I went straight into my room.

Immediately I got to my room, I yanked my shoes off and sprawled on the bed, my eyes closed as I relished in a peace that was short-lived. Within minutes, the door to my room flew open and a fuming Emilia stormed in.

“What was the meaning of that stunt that you pulled? How could you give that kind of order? Are you trying to be a baby monster?”

I didn’t know if I was more offended by her referring to me as a monster, or because she decided to add baby to the noun. Who the f**k calls someone a baby monster?

“I’m tired, Emilia, and I need to rest. I do not have time to trade words with you” I said, sitting up on the bed.

There was silence for a while before she spoke up again.

“I want out. I can’t do this with you anymore. I want a divorce”

I raised a brow as I unbuttoned my shirt. I didn’t miss the way her eyes followed the movement of my hands, and for some odd reason, her staring made me excited. “A divorce? Sweetie, this is our first night together as a couple. No court will grant you divorce for a marriage that isn’t even up to twenty-four hours.”

“Well, I see no reason to stay in the same space with you when it’s obvious that you don’t even want me here. I don’t know what you got from this marriage with me, but I think we can live separately and save each other the stress”

“You think that if I had a choice, I’d have you here breathing the same air as me? You think too highly of yourself, Emilia Romanos.”

I stood and walked towards her. With every step that I took toward her, she took two backward until I had her trapped against the wall. Being so close to her, I was able to take in a lot of her features which I hadn’t been able to.

Her hair, which had been pinned to her veil suddenly loosened and cascaded in soft, brown waves down her back, making me want to run my hands through them. Her eyes were mesmerizing. They were a deep shade of brown, flecked with gold. And as she looked at me, it felt like she was trying to see into my soul…like she was trying to draw me into them. Thick, dark lashes accentuated their entire allure.

“Then why are you so close to me right now, recycling oxygen with me?” she asked, her voice small.

But I could barely hear what she was saying. My focus was on her lips… the way they moved as she spoke, almost in an enticing manner. They were full, and despite the makeup, I knew that they were naturally tinted pink. They looked so soft and inviting, and for a moment, I wondered what it would feel like to put my lips on hers.

That was when it occurred to me….I was attracted to her.

I was f*****g attracted to someone who I should harbor hate for!

“Enzo…”

“Don’t f*****g call my name!” I snapped.

This was all messed up. I was angry…angry at myself because I couldn’t tell how I came to this point. I couldn’t tell how I came to the point where her whispering my name would make my damned c**k nod in answer.

I stepped away from her, not wanting to be anywhere close to her at the moment. It had to be the alcohol. I’d taken more than my body could handle. That was it.

“Now, listen, and listen good, Emilia. This marriage…it will be your worst nightmare. You’ll wish that you’d never accepted my so-called proposal in the first place.”

Feeling the hate that had kinda died down in me rising again, I took two short steps to her and leaned towards her ear

. “Welcome to hell, Mrs. Lombardo”