All Chapters of Done With My Ex, Moving To The Next : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11: Choosing Myself ~STELLA~I was alive.My eyes opened slowly in a dimly lit room, but it didn't take me long to register that it was my room. My signature scent filled the room as I squinted, trying to sit up. “You're awake, ma'am," The man beside me said. He was old. His voice was nothing like the man who had approached me when I'd collapsed. “Stella," Valerie!I wrapped my arms around her, tears falling down my face without warning. This time, it wasn't pain or hurt. It was because I missed her and every part of me craved the bond we'd always shared.“How did you find me?" I asked her, my eyes directly on hers as I pulled away from her hug.“Someone called." My brows pulled apart as I pushed backwards in shock.“Who?" I asked, my voice hoarse and unclear.“A Good Samaritan who probably wanted to save you as much as I did" “And who is he? Is it him? " I asked,

Chapter 13: The Heart Of A Villain: A Villain We Stand By. ~STELLA~ I'd woken up, my nostrils filled up with the sterile smell of the hospital. But I was in tears. I didn't want to open my eyes. I closed them, as the ‘beep’ sound of the heart monitoring machine continued. I was disappointed. He could have been and still brought me into all of this? How could he have made me feel like I was never enough?? How could he have done all this? How could he have attached my image to his? “I had to do it." Dylan walked in but I didn't raise my head. “She found out, Mom. I don't know what to do” Mom? He was on a call and telling from his tone, he was nothing close to being sober about it. What! His Mom knew it too? Are you really clueless or you're just pretending? Rhys would have known too. God. I had been so clueless

Chapter 15: The Mastermind Exposed Valerie moved back to town, weeks after I was discharged from the hospital. Even though it cost her and I begged her not to, she vowed not to listen to me. We were all on a round table—Valerie, Mr. Desmond, Rebekah, and I. We gathered everything we could—screenshots, evidence of Dylan's abuse, and even pictures. The court hearing was in three days. It'd been a whole month since I got discharged. Also, a whole month and two weeks since I last set foot into Dylan's house. All my luxurious belongings were there—I was ready to leave it all to him. I wanted something more suitable and satisfying. I declined my Father's call for the second time. I'd informed him I was leaving the marriage and since then, my phone had been buzzing at an explosive rate. I said nothing aside from my primary intent: Leaving the marriage. I didn't add or take out of it. My phone buzzed again, ringing while its vibration shook the papers on the table.Mr. Desmond, Valeri

Chapter 17: A Stranger I know~STELLA~I moved out of Dylan's house, on the same day my Father disowned me on live channels to the entire world.That night, I disappeared from the world, the internet, and the media. I had managed to walk into the house after struggling my way to bypass the reporters who were all arrayed outside the house, waiting for me. Waiting for a stupidly embarrassing interview that involved poking their stupid recorders into one's mouth, forcefully. I wiped a tear as I walked into the room but Dylan was on the bed. Waiting. I could perceive his motive in the atmosphere. “What are you doing here?" My self-restraint failed me like I hadn't managed to go through all that shit without breaking down. I should have ignored him and gone ahead with packing. He said nothing but his gaze said more than he could have ever said with his mouth. At once, I knew who was behind it. Taylor. “Dear wifey” Someone called from behind. I could feel the roughness embedded in h

Chapter 19: “Fate, You Say?" ~STELLA~ My ex-husband’s half-brother was the neighbour who'd moved in beside me. It was a whole lot to deal with. Since yesterday morning, I'd tried everything possible to avoid him. Being indoors all day was the easiest for me. Since I had no friends aside from my bestfriend who lived miles away, my room was my only safe zone. I glared at my phone's screen. It was a message from him. “Hi, neighbour. Do you care for dinner? I made way too much food, I thought to share with you" My eyes ran through the words like fire running through dry bushes. “How did you get my phone number?" I texted back. I wasn't impressed. I had no sort of impression about him showing up in the flat next to mine. “Fate, we should call it?" I scoffed, I hadn't heard a lie as silly as that in a while. ? "C'mon Stella