His Ex Wife

I’m just another promise you couldn’t keep Iyan…she had laughed in pain, her last words before she drew in her last breath in- it jolted Iyan from his sleep, he was still on his way to New York.

Peace and calm were far from Iyan this night, it was going to be a torturous one he had thought as he sat on his private jet and it was no lie. Warren, his secretary had been with him the whole time, he asked Warren to get at the back of the plane, Iyan had been in no mood for company now.

His eyes were red and puffy from the lack of sleep and his mind numb from her thoughts, she had never gone away from his mind but it felt today, he had actually absorbed the reality of her death. She was indeed gone and she would never come back. He recalled the night she had died in his arms, feeble and weak, barely any energy left to fight at all.

The night she had told him about Scott…

His knuckles turned white as he thought of Scott again, he couldn’t wait to be in New York.

Yvonne woke up to the sun already being out since hours. Someone was ringing the doorbell since a long time. Still half-asleep, she got up and reached the door clumsily.

“Hello dear, Oh my, I must have woken you up,” it was Mrs Irene. She was a frail old lady who lived next door to Yvonne. Nothing went unnoticed from her eyes, she was quite a gossip but Yvonne liked her anyway, she had a very pleasant personality.

“No no, that’s alright,” Yvonne smiled at her, her hair was messy and eyes a bit puffy, “Come on in, would you like to have tea?”

“Oh no dear, I just wanted to tell you that I actually have to rush to the pension office but there might be a tenant coming, just let him know I’ll be back by 3,” she requested.

“Or you could just call him?”

“You know how much I hate this new digital world of phones and emails! Why can’t people write letters anymore? You know how romantic it used to be back when men dropped anonymous letters, they had feelings! These mails and texting you youngsters do is so robotic!” she exaggerated.

Yvonne made a small laugh out of that, “I’ll keep an eye if anyone’s coming,” she reassured Mrs Irene.

“Thank you dear,” she leaned forward to kiss Yvonne on the cheek, that’s one thing Yvonne really liked about her, she was so English, she reminded her about her mother. Yvonne’s mother like Mariella, had died when she had been 17.

After Mrs Irene left, Yvonne came back in to realize her small bag and her heels from last night were still lying in the living room. She turned on her coffee pot to boil and meanwhile, cleaned up the mess. Finishing that, as she was pouring coffee into her mug, her mind got back to what had really happened with Scott.

Thinking back to last night, it felt like a dream to her. She thought about what had happened and then one name came to her mind, Mariella… The bitter words came back.

You are just not what I was looking...

had loved him for far too long…but nothing

had felt,

it was probably not Scott either. The only one responsible for that

my life away from me...the grip around her coffee mug tightened. She was too

though, it must still have been on vibration mode. It kept

calls from Iyan and 1 unread

at him though for reaching out to her so late. Before calling

I’m sorry for everything…

knew him better than anyone- he was a manipulative man and he could stoop to any level to get his means straight. His text invoked no other emotion than anger. Yes, she was angry, so angry at him. First you play around and when you’re done with the game, you say sorry- and his game? Her life! He had been playing with her life and her emotions the whole time. He

she realized

really realizing, she had dialed Iyan’s number and she waited for him to answer.

said her name as if he had been relieved to

you were not here,”

I’m in New York now, if you had not picked up, I was going to

“Can you come actually? I

sounded and replied, “I’ll be there in half an hour and I’m bringing food so don’t eat,

say anything

food, he recalled back from college days. In reality, he wanted to see her, strangely enough, he had been missing her. She was the only girl he

again and Iyan stood there in casual clothes, just a tee shirt and shorts and shoes. He was also wearing the thin rimmed glasses, just like a pair he used to wear back in college. He had brought food too. Well what more could a guy

the Thai food from his hands and inviting him to sit in the living

“You know girls would lie flat just to see a deity like me descend on earth…but I choose to bless your noble home today child!”

her laughter in as she heard that, she realized it had been a long time since she had even stretched her cheeks that fully to smile at all. On the other hand, even Iyan was glad to hear her laugh, he wondered how long it had been since he had seen her laugh. Truth was he knew that even

said handing the bowl of Thai fried noodles to Iyan and placed one in front of her. Both sat on

a clown you know,” Yvonne

know, God I’m hungry!” he said and they

serious talk- she knew she could not

to him, “To be honest, I don’t know what he wants with me anymore, he did not take me on a fancy dinner or tried

he listened quietly. He did not want to give any hint to Yvonne about

you want me to avenge him and all but if he doesn’t even want to be with me, I don’t think I’ll be suitable for your plan,” she said thinking of who Scott really wanted-