His Ex Wife

The drive back home to Yvonne’s home had been a quiet one, she was not really able to digest what she had come across today. Scott was still in love with someone else, someone who had destroyed her marriage, it was not Anna, it was the girl he had mentioned today, Mariella.

Mariella how dare you…she thought bitterly to herself, barely able to control her anger.

Scott halted the car right in front of her doorstep. She looked at him one last time, his stoic face and heartless eyes were fixed to the road and he waited for her to get out of the car. This time she did want revenge. More than ever before.

He really had destroyed her life, time and herself. She wanted to make Scott Anderson realize how much of emotional commitment it took to love someone, to put that person above everyone else, to dedicate your life so loyally and blindly to someone who just did not care about you the same way, someone who was just testing you out like you were a trial product!

It inflated her anger but she did her best to compose every bit of her and placed her hand on to his pretty reassuringly and said softly, concealing all her anger to herself, “Scott, the past lies behind us, but today you need is a friend more than a lover and even though you never loved me, I did. With all my heart and my love was enough for both of us. Probably always will be…I’ll be there for you if you need me…”

Yvonne gently tapped his hand that was placed on the staring wheel, she felt his hand loosen on the wheel but nothing more than that, his face did not give away a single thing he was feeling at this time. Giving up, she got out of the car and closed the door behind her.

She was sick of him and now, with her back against the car and Scott, she was standing on her own feet yet the ground did not feel stable beneath her feet and she felt numb inside- lying did not make her feel good but her anger found ways to justify her lies.

A man like Scott deserved nothing but lies, just what he had given her, her ego reminded her.

and speed away. Internally she felt as if Scott had been indecisive to leave at all, they had been married for 3 years, that was the least she could make out, still feeling a tad bit

She felt too weak but she at least she was clear now- she wanted nothing! Absolutely nothing to do with Scott

play with his feelings and leave him broken, he shall sow what he has reaped- tit for tat, only then will we be even and over Scott, she thought vehemently. She knew whose help she was going to take in this; the only guy who had

took over her face as she thought about how she was going to execute her plan this time, she knew how to

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am by now and Scott drove faster than he did on average, at a deadly speed. He was far from Yvonne’s home, his own or even the

did not halt him. Generally driving fast aided him in thinking but today he was blank, in fact; he did not know what to make of today. He did not even know what had happened with Yvonne today. Nothing went

when Yvonne was compassionate towards him. He hated to admit it but he had controlled his urge to pull her

yet when he thought about his first love, his tongue went beyond his control. He wanted her name on his tongue, to taste her name, to taste her…but Yvonne’s compassion and care made everything about what he had been feeling all evening just wane

want to risk it this time, he did have the realization that he had hurt her enough, he would take it all slow, maybe friendship was the only bond that would bring his lonely heart back to life. He tried to forget about Mariella and the past, it was hard to shake everything off his mind even now, specially knowing what he had done to her, maybe that is

He felt lighter thinking he would have her again in his life. He had already made many

with Anna. This time, without reminding him of Mariella, he saw Yvonne for what she really had been- a gorgeous girl with a heart too kind for the beast that he had become. He had wasted time, a lot of time

something with an obstinate desire, that he knew he could not have. He pushed on

never come