My Husband's Ex-girlfriend Provoked Me

I started packing early, sorting through years of memories and belongings with a newfound clarity.

Gale and I might have had separate rooms, but we shared the same closet, one I had once carefully stocked with his clothes, his accessories, his everything.

It had been my routine, preparing his things every morning, a way to keep the peace in our detached marriage. However, it was time to let go.

As I folded my own clothes, I noticed the gifts I had given Gale over the years for his birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays.

Each one was untouched, still wrapped and stashed away as if they were meaningless trinkets.

My heart ached at the sight. I had poured thought and care into each gift, hoping in vain that they would show him how much I had once tried to be a loving wife.

I directly gathered them up and placed them in the donation pile. They would go to someone who might actually appreciate them.

Alongside them, I left behind anything Gale had bought for me. Jewelry, designer clothes, anything he had given as a token to keep me quiet in his life, they all stayed.

I only packed the things I had bought with my own money, earned from the small but steady sales of my paintings.

Once my donation box was ready, I loaded it into my car and headed to the orphanage where I had grown up.

Stopping at a supermarket on the way, I picked up some snacks for the children. I might be leaving soon, but they were still a part of my heart.

As I entered the orphanage, the woman who had raised me with endless patience and kindness, the one I called ‘Mother,’ greeted me with open arms.

We settled in a quiet corner, chatting like mother and daughter.

After a while, I took a deep breath and shared my plans with her.

“I’m going to Italy for further studies,” I told her, a small smile on my face. Her eyes lit up, and she clasped my hands in hers.

“Oh, Rachel! I knew you were meant for great things,” she said warmly. “You deserve every bit of happiness coming your way.”

Her words were like balm on a wound, giving me the strength to share the next piece of news. “I’m also… I’m divorcing Gale.”

For a moment, her face fell, and she looked at me with concern. She knew how close I was to Gale’s mother, and perhaps she had once hoped our marriage could bring me the family I had never had.

But as I explained my reasons, her expression softened, and she nodded with understanding.

“Sometimes, letting go is the bravest thing we can do,” she murmured, patting my hand. “You have to follow your own path, Rachel.”

I nodded and hugged her, “Thank you.”

As evening fell, I drove back home, taking my time along the quiet roads.

It was our usual dinner hour, but tonight, I felt no urgency to rush back, no pressure to make it on time.

In the past, I would have pushed the speed limit just to ensure I arrived before dinner began, knowing how Gale would react if I were late. He had always been strict about it, insisting we share breakfast and dinner every day.

It had puzzled me for years. Why did he care so much about these shared meals when there was no real relationship between us?

Sometimes, I wondered if it was all for show, a way for him to prove to the household staff that we were a ‘normal’ couple.

But we slept in separate rooms, lived separate lives. So, why should we act like a couple then?

Even until that time, I still thought that it was the weird routine Gale always forced me.

To my surprise, when I walked into the manor, I was greeted by an unexpected scene in the living room. Gale’s younger sister, Gritte, and Lilian were there, surrounded by shopping bags branded with luxury logos.

Gritte glanced up, her expression haughty as ever. “Oh, you’re finally home, Rachel. Why so late? We’re hungry because the chef could not come today, so go cook for us.”

Her words stung, each one a reminder of the thankless role I had played in their lives. I glanced at Lilian, who avoided meeting my gaze, choosing instead to fuss with a new handbag.

At that moment, Gale appeared from the hallway, seemingly out of nowhere, and announced, “No need to fuss about cooking tonight. Let’s just have dinner outside.”

His gaze quickly shifted to Lilian, his tone softening. “What do you feel like eating, Lily?”

Lilian’s face lit up with excitement, her eyes shining as she wrapped her hand around his arm. “I want steak! Can we go to our favorite place? The one we used to go to in college?”

Gale nodded without hesitation and grabbed his car keys. Watching them so comfortable and at ease together, I tried to slip away, hoping to avoid joining this little reunion of theirs.

But Gale caught my movement and turned to me. “Come with us. You must be hungry too.”

I hesitated, keeping my voice steady. “No, thanks. I’m not hungry.”

“That wasn’t a question, Rachel.” His face turned a shade darker, his voice laced with irritation.

I sighed, feeling the weight of his gaze on me, and reluctantly agreed. “Fine.”

In the car, Lilian and Gale sat in the front seats, laughing and reminiscing, while I was relegated to the back with Gritte. She sat as far away as possible, treating me like an unwelcome stranger.

Gritte and Lilian chatted, exchanging stories and laughter, while I stayed silent, my gaze fixed out the window as the city lights blurred by.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I felt a wave of bitter familiarity.

That was the same steakhouse Gale had taken me to countless times, never once mentioning that it had once been his and Lilian's place.

It turned out, everything I had thought was ‘us’ had never truly been about us at all.