Dear Ex Your Request For A Reunion Is Rejected novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

December 24th, Christmas Eve. Snow was falling heavily outside.

Calista Marchand woke up in the emergency department at the hospital downtown, blood everywhere as they wheeled her toward surgery. All she could think about was her baby.

She grabbed the doctor’s hand, her voice barely a whisper. “My baby… Please save my baby.”

The doctor’s expression was grim as he leaned down. “Ma’am, we’ve been trying to reach your husband, but he’s not picking up.”

Calista couldn’t believe it. She asked for a phone from the doctor and, with trembling, bloodstained fingers, used what little strength she had left to call Lucien Fenwick.

The phone rang forever before someone finally answered. Fighting through the pain, she gasped, “Lucien, please—”

A cold voice cut her off immediately before she could finish speaking. His voice was thick with irritation and indifference as he asked, “Calista, how long are you planning to keep this up? I’m on a business trip. Can’t you be more understanding?”

She bit her lip hard, tasting blood. “I’m hurt, Lucien. Really hurt. Please come back…”

He had run out of patience and interrupted her again. “Whatever it is can wait until I get back. I’m hanging up now. I’m busy.”

But Lucien didn’t hang up. That’s when Calista heard it—the soft, sultry voice in the background.

“Lucien, was that Cali? Is everything okay?

“I left your towels on the bed. Your phone! Lucien, she didn’t overhear us, did she?

“Maybe I should call and explain…”

“What’s there to explain?” Then he hung up.

Listening to the dial tone, Calista felt her heart breaking piece by piece, as if needles were stabbing through it. Indeed, there was nothing to explain. After all, they’d been together all along, hadn’t they?

If she hadn’t called, they would probably already be in bed. Still, why did it have to be that day of all days?

That day was her and Lucien’s third wedding anniversary!

He had promised to take her to Eldoria for New Year’s, but when it was time to leave, he called her a hassle and took Ophelia Marchand instead. She had pleaded with him, assured Lucien over and over that she wouldn’t be any trouble, that she’d keep to herself, but he still chose Ophelia.

Devastated, she had fallen down the stairs. She called the ambulance herself, but then got into a car accident on the way to the hospital.

A single tear rolled down Calista’s cheek and disappeared into her hair. Her chest ached with raw pain. After three years of marriage, she was nothing but a burden to him.

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