A Ruined Marriage: Me, My Baby and My Dear Ex-Husband

CHELSEA

Raphael has already left for work, and here I am, sitting here in the study like some kind of sick lost puppy waiting for her owner to return.

Even though Rowena, who is like a mother to me promised me that he will be back in an hour, the scoundrel still hasn't been kind enough to bless me with his presence. “You should take a rest, Miss Chelsea. Stop overthinking. It will just stress you out.”

“Thank you, Rowena.” I smiled and nodded at her and then she left afterward.

I had chills down my spine whenever I thought about him being with that snarky assistant of his, but I immediately disregarded the possibility that he was cheating on me.

“Raphael will never do that to me.”

I didn’t know how long I had slept on the study, but the next thing I knew, I woke up when I heard the car’s engine. I immediately fixed myself and walk through the living room.

Raphael eventually walked through the door a few minutes later with an attitude that was first unconcerned but quickly transformed into a menacing stare as he gazed at me before gently closing the door.

I felt so exhausted of his games. I can no longer take it so I decided to confront him.

“Raphael, please!” I yelled out at him as he attempted to walk away from me.

"You know, if you were a real man, you would've addressed the issue that you apparently have with me instead of ignoring me like some stranger. I am so tired of this! What is this game you’re trying to play on me, huh?"

After that, he shifted his attention towards me, and I let out a brief, gloomy chuckle before responding. “Tell me, Raphael! Please talk to me! I don’t-”

"Chelsea! You better stop yelling at me!” I was stunned when he suddenly screamed.

“What? Are you surprise? And now you decide on playing innocent? Acting like you're so clueless? Like you haven't been going around fucking other men behind my back!" Raphael’s gaze at me feels like a fire burning. And it was scary.

"Fuck… fucking other men? What are you saying? Are you kidding me Raphael!” I snapped out. His words were more than painful as I thought.

“So, you assume me of cheating and chose to ignore me for nearly a month instead of confronting me about it? What the hell, Raph! I haven't and never cheated on you! You're my first everything and cheating on you was never on my mind!" I cried.

I watched as the anguish and malice in his eyes started to fade, but I could still make out traces of it.

Raphael did not answer but instead proceeded towards a door, entered it, and then emerged a short while later with a number of photographs of what I assume to be proof.

As he got closer, he turned them around to face me, and to say that I was taken aback by the sight of them would be an understatement.

There were images of Nicolas and I together... kissing, passionately.

I can't even fathom the thought of my lips coming in contact with him. Never, that was so vile even by just thinking about it.

I approached the question cautiously and stated, "So this is it, Raphael? You think that I cheated on you with my best friend?" The same thing happened with him not responding as it always does. "That has got to be the craziest thing anyone has ever accused me of doing!"

When he made the charge, it was very difficult for me to maintain a serious attitude and to refrain from laughing in his face.

I couldn't help but notice how frustrated he looked as he ran his hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh.

After moments of contemplation, he started to speak. "Let’s stop this. Chelsea, I do not have the patience for your craziness or so. I can no longer trust you, so whether you like it or not, we are getting a divorce." He said this because he can no longer believe her.

“D-Divorce?” That completely ruined my disposition.

“Raphael!” I cried out and held onto him as I said, "What are you saying? That girl doesn't even look like me, are you serious? Can’t you see it, huh? Our figures have a lot of difference. Look at it carefully! Do you really think that Nicolas and I will be together? That I will cheat on you for him? Come on, that's impossible!"

As I felt tears welling up in my awful eyes, I mentally swore at myself and began to mentally hate myself.

As I wipe my tears away, I tried to calm myself out and then talked to him again. "I'm your damn wife, Raphael. We’ve been together for so long. So, I believe you know me so well. How can you not see that it's not me in these photos? These have obviously been edited. It was so obvious, love. Please."

He yanked his arm out from my hold in a violent manner. "Enough, Chelsea. Stop being so dramatic and denial. I want you to have everything packed up and out of here by tonight, and I want you to be at the company bright and early in the morning to sign the divorce papers."

When I glanced at him, all he did was stare at me with a blank expression on his face. He did not answer to any of my questions. "No fucking way, Raphael! This is not real! How can you not believe me, your own wife over some photoshopped pictures!"

I quickly wiped my eyes with the back of my hand to stop any tears from falling. I am so pitiful right now and he would not let me weep in front of him.

As I walked away from the table and toward the stairwell, I stated calmly, "Alright, if that’s what you really want, then I'll go, Raphael. But you can throw away or burn everything that you bought for me because I won't be needing anything from you." I had already made my decision to leave.

As I thought he will no longer speak, he suddenly said, "Yes, Chelsea. That’s a good thing then. Don’t worry, as I won't be needing a wife that can't stick to her vows. I don't need someone who only wants the attention of other men. I don’t need a liar nor a cheating wife. I don’t need you, Chelsea!"