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All Chapters of My Ex-husband’s Final Straw : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

11 Chapters

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Bella's POV On the night of our first wedding anniversary, I received a notification from an unknown number—a video of my husband and his female best friend kissing. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I watched it over and over again. No matter how many times I replayed it, the scene remained the same. The man in the video was my husband, Luke Graham, and the woman in his arms was Serena. The same Serena he had spent years assuring me was nothing more than a best friend. He was supposed to be here with me, celebrating our first anniversary. Instead, he was wrapped around another woman, kissing her like she was the one who owned his heart. I didn't even know how to process the pain. How was I supposed to convince myself that the same man who promised me the world was now in another woman's arms? The same man who vowed to love only me had betrayed me with the one person he constantly told me not to worry about. Luke Graham and I had been together for three years before we

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Before I could even reach the closet, his hand closed around mine and he pulled me back into his arms, holding me with a firmness that once felt like safety but now felt like restraint. His touch no longer comforted me but trapped me instead in a space I could no longer breathe in. “Leave me alone!” I snapped immediately, my voice cutting through the air between us with a sharpness I didn’t even recognize in myself, and I hated how his hands still acted like I belonged to him, especially when those same hands had clearly been on Serena, on someone who was never supposed to exist in this space between us. Luke didn’t flinch at my resistance, instead tightening his arms around me, he’s not noticing my anger, or maybe he’s thinking I’m angry because he didn’t come home on time on our anniversary. “I’m sorry, Bella,” he said softly, his voice carefully shaped into something gentle and familiar, the kind of tone that used to undo all my anger in seconds, “you know I’d never put anyt

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He sighed quietly, then guided me forward again as though silence was simply another form of obedience, and I let myself be moved because resisting required energy I no longer had. “Sit,” he said, pulling out a chair for me at a table that had been arranged with obsessive precision, petals forming words across the surface that read like a declaration meant to overwrite reality itself. “Happy Wedding Anniversary” lay there in front of me, and I stared at it without blinking, because the words felt like they belonged to a different life, one that no longer matched the truth sitting heavily in my chest. Luke took his seat across from me with a smile that did not match my silence, and he began speaking as though nothing had changed between us, as though this moment could still be saved by enough words spoken in the right order. “I never regretted the day I met you,” he said warmly, “and I feel lucky every day to have you as my wife, thank you for saying yes to me, thank you for ev

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I sat on the edge of the bed, carefully helping Serena rub ointment on her twisted ankle. Guilt gnawed at me—I should have been home with my wife right now, but Serena’s situation felt too urgent to ignore. I’d always worried about her, and honestly, she’d been there for me through so much. I’d promised myself I’d always return the favor. She smiled softly and wrapped her arms around me. “I know it’s your anniversary, but can you please stay with me tonight?” “I can’t, Serena,” I said gently. “Bella’s already so angry she’s not even talking to me. She can’t find out I came here first. I had to lie to her like you suggested, or she’ll completely misunderstand.” “But I feel so lonely,” she whispered. “I need you here. What if I can’t find my inhaler again and have another attack?” I sighed, torn between staying and rushing home to my wife. Serena had no one. Her family had abandoned her and her mother years ago, and then she’d lost her mom in that terrible accident. Man afte

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I stood there for a long second, staring at Bella, her words hung between us heavily, twisting the knife of betrayal even deeper into my chest. Everything we had built, every promise, every late night where I chose her over and over, all felt like it was crumbling right in front of me. “Fine,” I said coldly, my voice low and drained of any warmth. “Stay here then. Keep letting him paw at you if that’s what makes you feel wanted tonight. I’m done chasing after you like some desperate fool while you throw our marriage away in a filthy bar on our anniversary. Go ahead and drown yourself in whatever makes you forget me.” I turned on my heel and walked away without another glance, shoving through the drunk crowd as her slurred voice called desperately after me. “Luke! Wait—please, I didn’t mean it like that! Come back, we can talk!” But I didn’t stop. The betrayal burned too raw, too fresh. I walked out of the bar into the cool night air, got into my car, and drove straight back to

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Luke’s POV (A few days later) I pulled up to Serena’s mansion again after another long day, my mansion feeling more like a trap than a home these days. Bella’s texts and missed calls sat unread on my phone. Every time I thought about responding, that image from the bar flashes back and it hurts my chest physically. Serena greeted me at the door with a soft smile and a hug that didn’t demand anything. “Still no change?” she asked gently as we settled on the couch. “No,” I sighed, leaning my head back. “She keeps trying, but I can’t shake it." My chest tightened painfully. "A part of me wants to go back and fix things…but then I remember how easily she replaced me that night." Serena held my hand staring at me pitifully."You’ve been the only constant, Serena. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now.” She rested her head on my shoulder. “You know I'm always here for you. Cheer up, okay?” As we stayed like that, the weight of the last few days pressed down on me like

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Bella's POV As I stepped out, a taxi was already waiting outside for me. I took a last glance at the mansion, tears gathered in my eyes, I once thought this would be my home, my last destination.Guess I was wrong, because this house was never my home, Luke was never mine, he always belonged to his best friend not me.Looking away, I let the tears drop from my eyes, the cabbie helping me with my belongings in the boot. I got inside the passenger seat, used my seat belt.The cabbie got inside the car and started the engine.I already sent the location to him, the house he's taking me to, was the one I rented with my savings.I want to live comfortably, take care of my sick mother and forget Luke ever existed, he never loved me, he was a liar, a selfish man if I must say.Getting to the house, an apartment, a big one with two rooms, a large sitting room enough to live with my mother.The cabbie helped me drag my suitcases inside. I let out a tired sigh, and didn't even know where to st

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Memories flooded back as the hospital lights came into view. I remembered the day Luke proposed. It was at that fancy restaurant overlooking the city, with Serena sitting right there at the next table, pretending to be happy for us. She had always been around, like a shadow that never left. "She's just my best friend, Bella. Don't be insecure," Luke would say whenever I complained. And call me insecure. How could I not be when every late night at the office turned out to be time spent with her? When his phone was always silent around me but rang endlessly when she called?The car pulled up to St. Martin Hospital, and I didn't even wait for it to stop fully before opening the car door."Ma'am, please be careful." He said to me and Killed the engine. I stepped out without thinking. "Thank you, sir. God bless you," I muttered, thrusting some cash into his hand. He nodded sympathetically as I ran inside, my legs feeling like jelly.The hospital smelled of disinfectant and despair. Nu

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I deleted what I was typing and left the message without replying, my blood boiling. She could have him. But I wouldn't let her destroy what was left of my family. I called a friend from my university days, Lydia, who worked at a bank. After explaining everything through sobs, she promised to look into emergency loans. "Bella, you're strong. Don't give up. I'll see what I can do."Back inside, I sat by my mother's bedside once they allowed me a short visit. She looked so frail, tubes everywhere, but her eyes fluttered open when she heard my voice."Bella...my daughter," she whispered weakly."Don't cry. God will provide.""Mother, I'm sorry for not listening to you." I said with tears in my eyes.My mother warned me not to marry Luke seeing him with a best friend but I just never listened to her."I'm sorry for everything. I should have left Luke a long time ago."She shook her head."Mother he's cheating with his best friend, he never loved me," I cried."Let him go..." she whispe

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Bella Aria sent me the details of the dress, asking if I was comfortable in it. I stared at the pictures she attached—elegant fabric, flowing lines, but my mind kept circling back to the same thing. I’m comfortable in anything except exposed clothes. Anything that feels too revealing, too vulnerable, makes my skin crawl. I don’t know how to wear something like this at all. The style looked sophisticated, maybe a little daring in places, and I just sat there, phone in hand, heart heavy, wondering if I could pull it off or if I’d feel like an impostor the whole time. I kept scrolling through the images, trying to imagine myself in it, but my thoughts kept drifting elsewhere. The weight of everything else in my life pressed down harder. Before I knew it, my eyes grew heavy. I stared at the screen for what felt like hours, but it must have only been minutes. Exhaustion won and I drifted off to sleep right there on the couch, phone still clutched loosely in my hand and my brea

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