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Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband! A Perfectly Crafted Lie.
~ DAISY'S POV ~My hands shake so badly I can barely hold the tiny piece of metal. Sweat drops from my forehead, splashing onto my bare skin.The heat inside me is a monster, clawing at my chest, trying to take away my last bit of sense. My breath comes in short, rag gasps. I can hear the director behind me, his groans getting louder and deeper. I'm sure he is losing his fight against the drug and I am losing mine too.Please work, I pray in my mind. Please just open.I slide the hairpin deeper into the lock, feeling around it, my fingers also damp and slippery. My vision blurs but I can't stop, so I poke the metal against the lock.My body is overcome with weakness and my knees finally give out. I slide down until I am sitting on the floor, my forehead resting against the hard wood of the door.I feel so tired. The toxic fire in my blood is telling me to stop. It is telling me to drop the pin, to lay down, and to just let the darkness win.And just when I am about to give up, the do
Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband! A Burning Sense Of Survival.
~ DAISY'S POV ~“Sebastian help, I've been drugged.”I can only get those two words out as I see Vanessa coming my way.My eyes become wide as I watch her shadow stretching across the tile floor. Vanessa is walking fast, her heels clicking against the floor like a ticking bomb. The fake, sweet look she had on the stage is completely fine.Now, she looks like the Vanessa I know.Before I can utter another word, Vanessa drags the phone out of my hands and a cold gasp escapes my lips as my fingers are violently forced open. She snatches my phone away with a harsh laugh, a smug smile crossing her face. She does not even bother to look at my screen phone or the caller ID, she ends the call, pressing the red button without a single thought and throwing my phone onto a nearby chair like a piece of trash.“Who were you trying to call, Daisy?” Vanessa sneers, hissing at me sharply. “Your manager? Your driver? It doesn't matter. No one is coming to save you tonight.”I can't answer her as even
Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband! Drugged
~ DAISY'S POV ~The silence in the grand hall is enough to make me choke as every single face in the crowd is turned toward the stage, their eyes wide with curiosity.The spotlights are bright, and they shine on us directly. Let me put it this way… I am no different from a specimen under a microscope. I can feel the sweat breaking out at the back of my neck. I freeze in shock, still watching Vanessa darkly as I wonder what plan she has installed for me. My mind is a mess of every possibility, of every outcome with different thoughts crossing through my mind.Is she going to tell everyone about my past? Is she going to tell the world that I am the woman who allegedly pushed her down the stairs five years ago? Is she going to mention Sebastian? The suspense is too much for me and it weighs down on me, making it hard to draw a single breath of air.But Vanessa does not scream and she does not point her finger like she wants to start an argument or a fight.She only smiles as she calls
Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband! Fake Apology
~ DAISY'S POV ~ The flashing lights are blinding as camera shutters click like a thousand tiny teeth snapping in the dark. The red carpet under my heels feels like a path of fire but I push myself to smile. I hold my head high as I walk into the Grand theater. This is it. This is the premiere of the movie I spent months shooting. It is my big night, my moment to show the world that I am not the weak and broken girl who left five years ago. I pose for the reporters, my elegant dress flowing around my ankles, but my eyes are constantly scanning the crowd. I am still nervous after the incident at the hospital. Well, I should be… it's normal. So, I am still looking for stalking eyes. And then, my breath catches in my throat. Standing near the main entrance, dressed in a sharp black suit that costs more than a house, is Damien. He is resting his back against a marble pillar, his legs crossed, and a glass of champagne in his hand. He looks good with that pose but I hate i
Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband! Ten Steps Ahead
~ SEBASTIAN'S POV ~I am as calm as a lion monitoring its prey, such that I can hear the ticking of the large clock on the wall, and every second feels like a drop of water falling on my head.I am staring at the receptionist, my eyes burning. I am waiting for the number that will change my life. I am actually waiting for her to say five years old.The receptionist looks at the report on the computer screen, her eyes moving back and forth across the screen. Then she looks up at me. She looks nervous but she doesn't look like she is lying.She mutters, her voice barely a whisper. “Mason… he is seven years old, Mr. King.”I feel like the floor has been pulled from under me. Not only that, I feel like I am drunk with strong wine as I stumble back a step, my hand searching for the edge of the desk to keep me from falling.“Seven?” I whisper Mason's age to myself again in confusion Seven. The number echoes in my head like a bell. I start to do the math, my brain working like a machine
Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband! Strings Of Confusion.
~ SEBASTIAN'S POV ~My lungs are burning. I am running through the hospital hallways like a madman, my heart thumping against my chest. I had rushed to my mother's room, my mind filled with the image of her dying, only to find her sitting up and drinking tea.The doctor and the nurses I met there looked at me like I was crazy. They told me her health was actually getting better, not worse.Meanwhile, the nurse that came to call me had made excuses as she was summoned by another nurse. So she left me before I got to my mother's room. I rushed back to Mason's room the second I realized what had happened. I am moving so fast that I almost knock over a cleaning trolley. Oh gosh! My mind is a storm of thoughts.The nurse lied. I frown in confusion, my eyebrows knitting together. Why on earth would the nurse ever tell such a lie? Why would she look me in the eye and tell me my mother was dying when she wasn't? It doesn't make any sense. Nurses don't just make up heart attacks for fun.
Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband! The Truth Of It All.
Daisy POVSebastian.My heart stops beating for a second when I see him standing there in the doorway, his eyes instantly locking onto mine.Maybe it is best that he is here.Maybe this is my chance to finally show him the truth. A chance for him to finally see Vanessa for who she really is.“What
Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband! Return everything to vanessa
DAISY POV ~I can't believe she just said those words to me. I can't.Where did it all go wrong? These are my parents, the same people who showered me with love and care, the same people who stood by me during every milestone I have ever achieved in life.But now, they are the same people hurting m
Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband! Yet, another heart break
Daisy's POV ~Humiliated beyond words, I grab my purse and rush towards the exit.Outside the restaurant, my phone buzzes in my purse and I pull it out with shaky hands.The buzz is from a notification. A tagged post on social media.Someone has already uploaded a crying video of me sitting in that
Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband! The proposal
DAISY’S POV ~I can't believe my eyes right now.But it's real. Very real.Tears blur my vision as I watch my husband acting lovey-dovey with another woman in front of the world. Right there in the show, they are welcomed and ushered to make themselves comfortable on plush white couch.They are sti
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