I Need You Ex-wife!

VICTORIA

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. The day I married the man of my dreams, Brandon. Instead, it became the day my heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

My fiancé's sister, Elese, arrived at the venue before me wearing the exact same custom-made wedding dress as mine.

I stood frozen, watching them greet guests together.

This wasn't the first time Brandon had treated me this way. I had foolishly hoped that our wedding day would mark a new beginning. That he would finally become responsible and cut off whatever inappropriate attachment that exists between him and Elese.

But here on my wedding day, I was forced to watch them flirt openly in front of our guests.

After greeting a few people, Brandon leaned closer and whispered something into her ear, making her blush instantly. He whispered again to her, and they shared a laugh.

A sharp ache pierced my chest.

That was supposed to be me. I was supposed to be the one standing beside him, laughing at his jokes and not her.

I wanted to confront them right there, but I knew it would only create a scene. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to remain calm and approached them with a composed smile.

"You both could make a perfect couple," I said softly, ensuring only they could hear me.

The words startled them. They had been so absorbed in each other that they didn't notice my presence until I was standing right beside them.

To my surprise, Elese burst into tears and ran away.

The shock on Brandon's face instantly transformed into fury.

"You always act petty and narrow-minded!" he scolded me loudly, making sure everyone heard it.

Without another glance at me, he rushed after Elese and that became the end of the wedding.

I felt completely broken.

The world seemed to spin around me, but somehow, I managed to keep myself together.

My bridesmaid who's also my best friend, Benita, hurried over. She had witnessed everything.

"Victoria, be strong, okay?" she whispered gently. "I'm here for you. Please don't let them see your weakness."

I swallowed hard and wiped away the tears threatening to spill.

"I'm leaving, Benita. I'm going straight to the hospital."

What I didn't tell her was that I was going there to schedule an abortion. I knew she would try to convince me otherwise.

By the time everything was settled and I finally returned home, it was already late at night.

Pale moonlight streamed through the living room windows, bathing the house in a cold, lonely glow.

Dragging my exhausted body toward the bedroom, my eyes landed on the bridal bouquet resting on a table.

The sight felt painfully ironic.

The confetti that scattered across the bed hadn't been cleaned up yet but I was too drained to care, so I brushed it aside and collapsed onto the soft mattress.

As I plugged my phone into the charger, a notification appeared.

It was an I*******m post from Elese Jones.

The caption read, "Blessed by your presence, not wasting our encounter."

The photo showed Brandon holding her in his arms. They stared into each other's eyes with unmistakable affection, their faces only inches apart. Matching couple rings gleamed on their fingers.

In the past, seeing something like that would have sent me running to him, demanding answers, but now, I simply locked my phone and set it aside.

Of course, Brandon is everything most women desire. He is tall, handsome, successful, and wealthy.

However, as the saying goes, "Behind every successful man stands a woman." I must say I'm the woman. That woman had been me.

Brandon and I had been together for eight years. We were already legally married through a private court ceremony but he treats me as if I were nothing.

This wedding was to make our marriage public and allow us to celebrate with friends and family.

But instead of that, it became a disaster because of his so-called sister, Elese Jones.

When I first met Brandon years ago, I didn't even know Elese existed.

In fact, they didn't share the same surname, which always made me suspicious. But whenever I asked, Brandon would give a different explanation for why Elese bears the surname Jones instead of Brown.

Letting out a weary sigh, I rolled onto my side and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

**

The next day, Brandon didn't call. He didn't text either. He didn't even bother checking on me.

The only updates I received about him came through Elese's I*******m posts.

She had shared photos of them kissing, shopping together and holding hands.

On those pictures, they were practically acting like couples who are on their honeymoon.

Out of curiosity, I viewed her profile and started going through her post until I stumbled upon a particular one.

"I can't take this anymore," I muttered.

The image showed them inside a jacuzzi in a luxurious hotel suite. They were shirtless, with only foam bubbles covering their bodies.

The picture shattered whatever remained of my heart. The worst part was that nobody knew Brandon and I were already married.

To the public, Elese is the legal wife of Brandon. She's the only one he goes in public with often. They might even be considering me as his sister or even an ex-girlfriend who couldn't move on from him.

People would probably assume our relationship had failed and that I had shown up at the wedding to create chaos out of spite.

The thought made me sick. With a heavy heart, I picked up my phone. I was going to call my lawyer.

A few seconds later, Barrister Frederick answered.

"Hello, Mrs. Brandon," he said with excitement evident in his voice. "I'm sorry I couldn't attend your wedding ceremony today."

"Well," I said with a sigh. "I didn't have any wedding today..."

"How?" he asked immediately. "But you gave me your wedding invitation? Was it postponed?"

I let out a weary sigh. "It wasn't. Brandon actually got married, but to a different person."

Without giving him time to come up with other questions, I added, "I just called you to begin divorce proceedings. I want to dissolve the union completely."

Sensing the pain in my voice, Frederick didn't bother going further in asking what happened. He simply replied, "I'll do just that. It'll be ready in a few minutes from now."

Within hours, he had already prepared and forwarded the necessary documents. His response came quickly.

I sat in the living room with my laptop open, carefully reviewing the draft.

Suddenly, I heard the front door open. Looking up, I saw Brandon walking inside with Elese beside him. He was holding her hand.

The moment our eyes met, a flash of guilt crossed his face. He immediately released her hand and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Elese has never been to the seaside before, so I took her there." His explanation sounded forced.

"Besides, you're pregnant, and..."

Before he could finish, I lowered my gaze back to the laptop and nodded indifferently. "Mmm. Okay."

Hearing that, the words he was about to say died in his throat.

When he saw that I wasn't reacting, his expression darkened even further.

"Do you have to be like this?" he demanded coldly. "I already told you Elese has never been to the seaside before and that was why I took her there"

He folded his arms and frowned. "Besides, why can't we go on a vacation? What exactly are you making a fuss about? I've told you many times that Elese and I are just..."

"You and her are just siblings. I know," I interrupted calmly. There was no anger in my voice. No jealousy or desperation. It was just exhaustion.

The coldness on Brandon's face deepened. His brows knitted together in frustration.

"Then what are you making a fuss about?"

"I'm busy." I returned my attention to the document, refusing to look at him again.

Standing beside him, Elese immediately seized the opportunity.

"Victoria, don't be angry," she said softly. "Please don't argue with Brandon because of me."

Then she turned toward Brandon with a sweet smile.

"Although Brandon couldn't take you with us this time, he specially bought you a gift from the seaside."

"Brandon, hurry and show Victoria what you got her."

As if eager to prove himself, Brandon quickly pulled a small jewelry box from his pocket.

"I got this for you." He opened it and pushed it toward me. "Take a look," he said. There was even a hint of pride in his voice, as though he expected gratitude.

I glanced at the content with the corner of my eyes, and I saw a pair of delicate floral earrings.

Tiny diamonds were paved around the edges, while blue jade petals gave them an elegant and refreshing appearance. It was beautiful, quite true, but given the situation, the sight disgusted me.

Without hesitation, I pushed the box back toward him.

"No need." I returned my gaze fully to the laptop. "I don't collect freebies."

The atmosphere instantly turned icy.

Brandon's face stiffened. His eyes widened slightly in disbelief.

"Victoria..." His voice dropped. "What do you mean?"