My Ex-wife, My Destination

Daisy’s P. O. V.

At night, I’m lying in bed, hugging Hope tightly in my arms as the soothing sound of her soft snores fills the room.

“You and Hope are my destination, and I’m ready to take any path that leads me to you both.”

Luke’s words keep ringing in my head, and I can’t fall asleep. My heart urges me to trust him.

“Daisy, don’t forget what he has done to you in the past. He treated you with so much cruelty, and you endured it without complaints. Don’t become a fool again.”

As a voice in my head reminds me of his cruelty, memories of how he used to treat me five years ago replay in my mind like a movie.

Flashback

Five Years Ago, Florida

I stand in the grand ballroom of a lavish mansion, dressed in a breathtaking gown with a cut from the waist. It is the half-year wedding anniversary of billionaire Luke Anderson and me.

He stands at the centre of attention as he raises his glass. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to propose a toast to the love of my life, my dear wife,” he said, his words resonating through the hall. “I am grateful for the happiness you have brought into my life, and I look forward to many more months and years together.”

His eyes remain fixed on me. And I would be lying if I said that my heart doesn’t flutter, hearing his words.

“Oh my god, Daisy is so lucky.” “Indeed, she’s literally born with luck.” “They look so perfect together.” “Yeah, she has wrapped her husband around her finger with love.”

I smile faintly as I hear people whispering these things. Some are smiling at us with happiness, some are looking at me with envy, and some are busy drooling over my husband, who is quite hot with blue eyes, perfect facial features, and dark brown hair.

“Happy half-year wedding anniversary, baby.” His words catch my attention, and a small smile appears on my lips as he wraps his arms around me, saying, “I’m so lucky to have you in my arms as well as in my life.”

Before I can say anything, I feel his lips on mine. He kisses me softly, sending tingling sensations throughout my body. I can hear everyone hooting for us, but I am so lost in his touch, and my eyes are closed. I’m addicted to his lips. In fact, I’m completely addicted to him.

This man, who is my husband, has just not captured my heart, but also compelled my soul.

I open my eyes slowly when I feel a sudden emptiness and realise that he has moved back. A small blush makes its way to my cheeks as I hear everyone giggling at me.

“Seems like Daisy also can’t resist your charm, Luke.” One of his friend’s comments, and my cheeks turn red.

“Well, we are equally whipped. Isn’t it, Wifey?” He asks in a soft tone, pulling me closer. His fingers are softly drawing patterns on my bare waist, making it hard for me to even comment on anything.

So I just nod, trying my best to suppress the moan that his touch and warm breath are eliciting.

“OMG, I didn’t know people could be so in love even after half a year of marriage.” Someone says, breaking my trance. Before I can glance at the directing, I feel Luke tightening his hold on my waist even more.

I look at him and find him staring at someone behind my back. As I follow his gaze, I notice a couple standing near the entrance of the ballroom. The man has his arm wrapped around the woman’s waist, and they are engrossed in a conversation.

Why did he become so furious at seeing this couple? As I wonder, my brows narrow in confusion.

He digs his nails into my skin, fixing his furious eyes at them.

“What happened, Luke?” Listening to my voice, he composes himself, and his grip around my waist loosens, causing me to sigh with relief.

He turns his face to me and shakes his head. “Nothing, let’s go to the dance floor.” He takes my hand and guides me to the dance floor.

As we step onto the dance floor, he pulls me into his embrace, his arms wrapping around my waist firmly. The touch of his body against mine sends shivers down my spine. We move with the music, but his steps become more forceful, and his hold on my waist becomes tighter.

My heart pounds and I feel confused and worried. What is the reason for his sudden anger? Is it the couple we glimpsed earlier? I steal a glance toward where they had stood, but they have vanished into the crowd.

Luke’s grip on me tightens further, his nails digging into my skin with each step. I can feel his rage radiating from him.

“Luke.” I finally muster the courage to speak. My voice comes out as a whisper. “Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing, Daisy,” he replies with a faint smile, placing a kiss on my forehead, leaving me confused and unsettled.

What happened to him? Even though he says it’s nothing, I can clearly feel the sudden change in his demeanour.

Suddenly he pulls away from me, frowning at that couple. Before I can utter a word, he leads me to the corner of the hall by grasping my wrist. I follow him curiously but refrain from letting any words slip out of my tongue. Questioning angry Luke is like stepping into a lion’s den.

He pushes me against the wall, startling me, and before I can react, I feel his mouth biting the base of my neck, setting my whole body on fire. And before I know it, I again feel myself drowning in his touch. I moan slowly when I feel him leaving another hickey.

He presses his lips against mine, clutching my waist, and grinds his hardness against my crotch, arousing me.

As he pulls away from me, I catch my breath back.

“Let’s go back to the party.” He leads me to that couple, his face stern.

What’s their connection?

“Happy anniversary, Mr and Mrs Anderson.” The man wishes us, shaking hands with Luke.

“Thank you, Mr Jackson,” Luke responds, keeping his tone cool.

That woman also wishes us, glancing at Luke.

“I just come, darling.” Mr Jackson leaves after kissing the woman’s forehead.

Luke again tightens his hold around my waist, giving an unknown look to that woman.

And before I can interpret anything regarding the situation, her words startle me.

“Oh, my God! It seems like you have finally moved on, Luke.” She smirks, staring at him before glancing at his hand, which is wrapped around my waist.

What does she mean?

“Well, I can’t sulk for third-grade things when I’m blessed with grade A.” He gives her a tight-lipped smile. “Anyway, now I’m madly in love with my wife, Olivia.” He places a kiss on my temple. “Now excuse us, we have to wrap the party too because I want to spend another night with my love.” With that, Luke guides me away from her, his grip on my waist firm.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for joining us tonight. I hope you all enjoy yourselves to the fullest as I have arranged a special musical show for you. However, I would like to take a moment to step away from my party because I want to spoil my wife with my love.”

After his announcement, as we ascend the staircase to our room, my ankle twists, causing me to stumble.

He saves me from falling by holding my shoulder, then kneels and takes off my heels before scooping me up into his arms. I lose myself in his arms and the guests who witness the incident murmur with admiration.

He takes me to our room and shuts the door with his leg. Only I am aware of what will happen behind closed doors.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.