My Ex-wife, My Destination

Daisy’s P. O. V.

Flashback

Five Years Ago

After putting on my dress, I step out of the room, searching for Luke. Last night, he was just about to reveal the reason for his hatred towards me. Couldn’t I have fainted just a minute later?

However, now I know the truth. I won’t back off until Luke answers why he despises me.

I stop as I see him sitting at the dining table having breakfast.

Be strong, Daisy. Confront him; it’s high time.

Encouraging myself, I walk over to him.

“Luke,” I whisper, standing beside him, and he looks up from his breakfast, his face devoid of any emotion. “I-”

I pause as he hurls a bunch of papers at me, startling me. They fall to the floor, and I stare at Luke, trying to read his expression. But his face is unreadable, his eyes cold.

I slowly bend down to pick up the scattered papers from the floor, my hands trembling slightly. “What is this?” I ask, glancing up at him.

Luke replies in a curt tone, “Divorce papers.”

I freeze as his words reach my ears. I feel like someone has knocked the breath out of my lungs. Divorce? Why?

My chest becomes heavy. I can’t breathe.

Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes as I look up at him, searching for any sign of remorse or hesitation. But there is no emotion in his eyes.

“But… but why?” I stammer, unable to comprehend what’s happening.

He responds, “Because I don’t want you in my life anymore. I’m tired of you.” His expression remains impassive as he stares directly into my eyes.

I feel as if the ground has been ripped out from beneath me. Why is he divorcing me suddenly? I endured everything until now just to face this day.

No. I won’t sign the divorce papers. I know I may sound crazy, but I still won’t give up on him and our marriage.

After taking a deep breath to steady myself, I gather the papers in my trembling hands and stand up.

With shaky hands, I push the papers back towards him. “I won’t sign them,” I declare, my tone wavering but firm. “Luke, I won’t let you walk away from me like this. I want to know why you despise me.”

“You already know why I hate you, Daisy.” He stands up, pushing away his chair, and pulls me to him by grabbing my arms. “Stop the fucking drama, sign the divorce papers, and leave.” He pushes me away.

“I won’t sign them. Luke, I won’t leave you.” I declare, my eyes filled with unwavering determination fixed on him.

He turns his back to me and utters after a few seconds of silence. “You’re making a mistake, Daisy. You’re just making things harder for yourself.”

I step in front of him. “I don’t care,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion. “Luke, I love you. There’s something you’re not telling me. I can feel it. I won’t give up on us until you tell me the truth.” As I lift my hands to touch his face, he pushes them away.

“You’re living in a delusional fantasy, Daisy. You were nothing more than a fuck toy for me, and now I’m bored with you.” He declares, shattering my heart, but I refuse to let his words break me.

I’ll fight for us until I can.

“You’re lying, Luke, I know. Please tell me the truth.” I beg, clutching his collars.

“There’s nothing to tell,” he snaps, his tone sharp. “I don’t owe you any explanations. Just sign the damn papers and leave.”

Tears blur my vision as I shake my head, not ready to give up on him. “I won’t,” I repeat, my voice growing stronger with each word. “I won’t sign anything until you tell me why you hate me so much. What did I do to deserve this?”

Luke’s expression softens for a few seconds, a flicker of emotion crossing his features before he quickly masks it with indifference. “Fine, you don’t want to sign the divorce. But don’t blame me for what I’ll do next.”

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving me standing alone in the empty room, clutching the divorce papers to my chest as tears stream down my cheeks. Despite the pain, I refuse to give up hope. I will fight for our love, no matter what it takes.

I know I should sign the divorce papers and leave, but I can’t. I can’t look beyond Luke. Giving up on him is like cutting off an infectious part of my body, and I can’t bring myself to do it, no matter how much it hurts.

***

It’s evening. I sit by the window, staring outside. I’m terrified of what Luke will do. The entire day, I’ve spent just wondering about my life. Since childhood, I yearned for my parents’ love and attention, but I never got it.

When I met Luke during my school days and he offered to help with an assignment, it was the first time I felt something for him. With every meeting, I fell harder for him. He was so generous and sweet. He was like a light in my dark life.NôvelDrama.Org content.

However, now he is someone else. I know I should sign the divorce and leave, but I can’t because I yearn for the Luke I fell in love with. I know Luke is still present inside him, but he’s buried beneath layers of anger and resentment.

A smile crosses my face as the memories of happier times flood my mind. I remember the first time Luke held my hand, the way he smiled at me, the way we became friends. It feels like a lifetime ago, yet those moments are etched into my heart.

My thoughts are interrupted as the door to my room bursts open. As I shift my gaze towards the door, my eyes widen in horror, seeing Luke entering with a woman clad in a sexy outfit.

“Luke, who is this woman?” I ask, standing up, my heart thumping inside my chest.

He gives me a sinister smile, scaring me more. “This woman is my new toy because I’m tired of you, Daisy.”

“Luke….” I stammer, tears welling up in my eyes. He can’t do this. The only thing giving me strength was that he was mine, my husband. He can’t just throw me away like this.

The woman beside Luke giggles, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. “Hi, sweetie,” she purrs, sending a chill down my spine. “I’m Luke’s new playmate. He said you wouldn’t mind sharing.”

It’s like I’ve taken a blow to my stomach. Sharing? Is this some sick joke? I’m his wife.

My hands tremble as I clutch the edge of the windowsill for support. “Luke, I’m your wife.”

“You were never my wife, Daisy,” he sneers. The woman standing beside him smirks at my condition. “You were just a worthless piece of trash that I’m throwing away.”

A sob escapes my mouth. He called me a piece of trash many times before, but today his words ripped my soul out of me because, for the first time, he insulted me in front of another person.

Luke wraps an arm around the woman’s waist. “Now, leave my room; I have better things to do.”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I stare at him, my vision blurred with grief and anger. How could he be so cruel, so heartless?

I won’t let him hurt me any longer. I won’t stay with him any longer. His presence already starts to suffocate me. I can’t believe, for this cruel and shameless man, I was enduring the pain every day.

I rush out of the room without looking behind me. I go directly to the dining table where the divorce papers lie. With trembling hands, I pick up a pen and sign my name on the dotted line. I take the ring off my finger and place it on the divorce papers.

It’s finished.

I lost. He won.

I failed terribly in bringing back the Luke he was before because he has been dead for a long time. And dead people never return. I was a fool to believe that I could bring him back. I wasted my life on him.

But not anymore.

I wipe my tears from my cheeks, staring straight with determination. “Finally, I’ll look beyond Luke,” I murmur.

Perhaps it’ll hurt me in the beginning because I made him my life, but eventually, I’ll find peace.

Now there will be no more humiliation, no more pain, no more heartbreak, no more waiting.

“Goodbye, Luke. I hope our paths never cross again.” I whisper, staring at his room before leaving the house.

I thought divorcing Luke would shatter me, but right now, I feel nothing. No pain, no anger, no regret, nothing.

Flashback Over

Present

He cheated on me in the past, and now he thinks I’ll forgive him. No way, I’m not Daisy Anderson anymore; I’m just Daisy, Hope’s mother, who is a strong woman and who won’t let a person like Luke enter her life and destroy it again. I’ll do anything to protect myself and my daughter from him.

Hope deserves better than a father who can’t even be faithful to his wife, and I won’t let her grow up in an environment filled with lies and betrayal.

Mr. Luke Anderson, I won’t let you enter our lives and destroy them. If Hope and I are truly your destination, then I’ll make sure you never reach that destination. You may have been my husband once, but now you’re nothing to me but a painful memory that reminds me of the mistakes I made in the past.