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

RAPHAEL

Time passed like a rapid storm. A few years had already passed in just a snap.

And it's been almost five years since I committed the worst decision I made out of my whole life.

And it meant parting ways with my wife, Chelsea.

I was too naïve back then, believing that such graphic images were truly representations of real events. And because of that, I lost her.

As soon as Chelsea moved out from our house, I started slacking off in terms of my job.

I was so certain that she had cheated on me that I couldn't even bring myself to pursue a new relationship or even just get laid while I was still under the impression that she had done so. It was impossible to imagine her acting in such a way.

My own mother would not even let me to see her or my father until I had put things right with her, and my father was in agreement with this decision.

When I would attempt to come over, he would always speak about how much he missed his daughter-in-law and how much of a fool I am to even consider Chelsea doing such a thing.

Wasn't he also blaming her for what happened?

And I am well aware that I committed one of the most serious errors that a man is ever capable of doing. I was an idiot who let his rage and envy cloud his judgment, and as a result, I fell for a trap.

Trapped by who? Who’s behind this scheme and why I let my marriage get ruined?

I have a few theories about it already, but after years had passed, I still haven't figured it out yet.

Chelsea begged me to trust her, but she swore under oath that she had not cheated, and I just refused to accept her.

‘Fuck… fucking other men? What are you saying? Are you kidding me Raphael!’

‘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!’

‘Please, Raphael!’

These are the words that kept resurfacing in my mind every time I think about Chelsea and that night, the night we had a major argument. The night I proposed a divorce to her to which she accept.

And after the divorce, everything was ruined. After giving each image a careful examination, I was able to determine that the lady shown in those photos did not in any way resemble her. They had in fact been modified; I have no idea what was going through my head.

I have searched for Chelsea in every possible location, but it seems as if she has just left our world and relocated to another one.

Even though there was no trace of Nicolas in North Cardova following our most recent meeting there, I went looking for him nevertheless. Consequently, I reasoned that they must be present together in some location.

Even if they weren't dating, the very idea of them being in the same roof made my anger boil at the prospect of them seeing one other after all of these years.

Chelsea is my wife, and she will always be. And she needs to be with me.

I had such a strong desire to talk to her. To see her. To apologize to her. To communicate with her. Try to touch her one more time.

Hear her giggle anytime I attempted to prepare breakfast or made jokes that were too simplistic. If necessary, I would even ask her to give me another opportunity to prove myself, which is something I would do without hesitation.

Since I haven't been able to find Chelsea, my life has returned to the dull state it was in before I met Chelsea.

…..

As I waited forLeo to finish buying the coffee, I looked out the window and watched the vehicles go by. I checked my watch and it's been nearly five minutes since he was last seen in there.

“What’s taking that man so long?” Getting a cup of coffee shouldn't even take that long; it shouldn't take that long.

Before slamming the door behind me in exasperation, I switched off the vehicle's engine and then stepped out of the vehicle.

I strolled across the street and was about to enter the tiny café when I observed a small person strolling with her hands full.

At that moment, I turned around and continued walking. I have no idea why, but I had the overwhelming need to assist the young lady.

"Hey! Have you considered getting any assistance with those?” I stated out of concern as I got closer to her as I was walking.

"Uh, no thanks man, I'm good. I can handle it alone," she said. The young lady talked hastily while making an effort to use a low voice.

I came to a halt in my approach to her and observed, rather perplexed, as she picked up her pace.

"Okay?" I mumbled something under my breath before turning to enter the coffee shop. Just as I was approaching the door,Leo rushed out and stood there staring at me in disbelief.

"My dear friend! Before you say anything, you didn't give me enough penny, so I had to stand there like a broke person while an old friend of ours helped me out. Do you realize that I was really strapped for a small amount cash? Five cents, Raphael! Five cents!"

It was an exclamation he made as he pushed the beverage into my hand.

"An old friend?"

"I had a lot to say and that’s the only thing you focused about? Well, yes. You didn't see her?" He asked.

"Who?" I was beginning to feel aggravated by the situation.

Justin then proceeded to grin in an odd manner at me before shaking his head and heading towards the vehicle.

"Oh, bro, you’re hopeless. But, never mind."

‘Who could that old friend be?’