Mr Ceo's Ex Wife

Pain she hid (Part 2)

But why didn’t he love her? Why? For nine years she stood by him, nursing him when he was sick, encouraging him when he was down.

She was there when his grandfather died, the only father figure he had since his dad died when he was three.

She held his hand when his grandfather’s will was read, she celebrated when he had got to take over the company just as he wanted.

So why? She didn’t want much, she wasn’t greedy, all she wanted was for him to pay attention and give her a bit of affection. Even if all he did was ask her how her day was, she would be so happy.

The first moment she saw him at the college entrance ceremony standing on the podium in a casual button-up blue shirt and black slacks, she knew she wanted to be his wife.

The more she thought of it the more she grieved, he was all she had left, and now that he was gone she didn’t want to live in a world where the three most beloved people of hers were gone. These were all the thoughts of Stephine, by her own assumption, looking at the pained look on Sarah’s face.

Seeing Stephine take her bait, it was going to justify her second attempt. The words of Stephine's would naturally be passed on to Samuel. This was her manipulation, it wasn’t easy, but it was absolute.

The face of Samuel entered her mind. Wasn’t he here now? She wanted to see him, to touch him, to kiss him.... But she remembered what happened that year, and it woke her up.

The sacrifices they made, the pain, the hurt, the love, everything was just rushing back. She truly f****d up this suicide and honestly can’t f**k up the next attempt.

Because she knew one more attempt was all she could muster. Samuel was her everything back then and what she did to keep him safe, to keep that part of her hidden, she acted like it didn’t matter.

She switched tactics, so she could only go deeper into the lie she crafted when she was younger. To make it seem, the trauma switched her out and went with whatever arrangements those two had for her.

Having Samuel here was not a good thing for her. Their distance always let her make smart decisions, but now she really had to end her life. For their sake, she needed to. Then she remembered something about her parents, but before she could think further, Stephine touched her shoulder, waking her up from her daze.

“Sarah, I asked you a question.” Stephine frowned at how Sarah went silent for quite some time, after dealing with Sarah’s mental health for so long, she could tell she was withdrawn.

“What did you ask?” Sarah asked her, it was so soft that Stephine almost didn’t hear her.

“I asked if you wanted to talk about it?” Stephine carefully asked again, yet Sarah didn’t make a sound again.

She just blankly sat there staring at her hands on her lap, but Stephine wasn’t in a rush, if she had an inch of impatience she wouldn’t be a therapist.

“Tell me something Stephine, did I try to kill myself because of the divorce?” Sarah suddenly asked and caught Stephine off guard.

She hesitated, how was she going to answer Sarah? Stephine, herself, didn’t know why she jumped.

“Do you think you jumped because of the divorce?” Stephine replied with a perfect question after a moment of hesitation.

“I didn’t jump because of the divorce,” She answered simply. She didn’t want to explain because she didn’t think she could explain, instead she wanted to shift the topic.

“When did he get here?” Sarah raised her head and asked before Stephine could ask anything further. Stephine pursed her lips, and she could vaguely understand that Sarah didn’t want to say anything right now.

“Who is it you speak of?” Stephine played dumb, after all, she couldn’t say his name and answer Sarah’s question straight forward.

“The man who was here, when did he get here,” Sarah paused and rephrased her question, making Stephine heave a sigh of relief secretly.

“You seem to know him?” Stephine looked Sarah straight in her eyes as she uttered the truth, "I don’t know, when you were brought in, he was one of the people who pulled you out and was the one who escorted you to the hospital."

Sarah saw the truth written in Stephine’s eyes, she truly did not know when he had come. She silently nodded before moving her gaze to her hands, which she clasped together.

Stephine felt awkward at Sarah’s silence and decided to try to get her to speak again. When she was about to open her mouth and began talking again, arguing started outside the door.

“You will let me, she is still my wife!” Sarah’s head raised as her eyes lit up, a good show was coming up, Maxwell was there. He was here. This added more fuel to the fire, making Sarah somewhat expectant, but Stephine watched worriedly as she saw Sarah’s reaction.

“It’s okay, to let him in,” Sarah shouted as well as she could with a dry mouth, and the arguing ceased. She didn’t know who was stopping him, but she knew it probably had something to do with Samuel.

Sarah held her breath as the door swung open, and she took in his graceful figure as it strutted in the room.

She was so focused on him that she didn’t notice the other person cautiously walking in the room, caressing her stomach.

Stephine, who was standing there, felt her heart drop. Nothing good could come from this. She was sure about that, especially looking at Maxwell’s stone-cold face.