The Ex-Husband Wanted Me Back

I didn’t know when Charles returned home after he sent Amanda back to her house. After I finished dinner, I instantly went to bed to get some rest.

Upon waking up, Charles was still sleeping soundly. However, my rough movement might have woken him up too, since he was sleeping beside me.

I ignored him and went to the bathroom to take a bath, and after that I began my usual routine of making our meals.

Charles seemed to realize that I was angry. Usually, I would greet him with a kiss and a nice good morning, but my attitude was completely cold this time.

I could sense as he walked to the kitchen and drank the coffee I had prepared for him. He sat there for a while as he watched me busy myself in the kitchen.

It was unknown what had come after me, but I momentarily lost focus of what I was doing and blood instantly seeped through the wounds. I let out a pained hiss as I turn on the faucet and let the redness get washed away by water.

“Are you okay?” Charles instantly stood up.

I still didn’t pay him any attention.

Before I knew it, he had appeared beside me with a bandage he had taken from the upper shelves of the kitchen. He told me a bit sternly, “Sit down, let me see.”

The movement of my hand didn’t stop as I continued to cut the potato on the chopping board, ignoring the throbbing pain and slight blood that seeped out.

The action seemed to irritate Charles so much that he grabbed my hand, took the knife out of my hand, and then dragged me to sit on the nearby chair. He forced me to sit down impatiently and began to scrutinize my wound.

There was a slight frown on his face as he attentively dabbed antiseptic on it, making me hiss in pain that I pull my hand back.

“Patient, just a little more.” He said and watching him taking care of my wound. I fell into a slight daze.

“I will eat outside this time. You shouldn’t get water on your wound.”

As soon as I returned to my senses, he was already gone. I looked at the neatly bandaged wound on my hand with complicated eyes.

Charles was caring enough that he also ordered a takeaway for me before he left. I received it a few minutes after his departure, as if worrying that I might have continued my cooking activity with a wounded hand.

His action softened my heart. Well, if not for the notification that appeared on my phone screen not long after.

The sender was still the same person who would often send her picture with my husband almost every day. It almost became a habit some months ago.

Amanda and Charles were having breakfast together.

***

It made my feelings more complicated that, upon returning home and noticing that my mood was still not good, Charles had taken us to a night walk.

He still remembered my hobby when I needed to calm down.

“Tell me if you want to eat anything, or do you want to get a drink?” He asked as we walked side by side.

I shook my head, feeling that the chaotic thoughts in my head were cleared a bit. My mood also was slowly improving as I took deep breaths to get rid of the negative energy.

“Do you like it? Amanda suggested to me that I should take you to a place you like.”

My mood, which had gotten slightly better, I could feel it plummeting down at the mention of her.

“Oh?” I hummed coldly.

Charles, who was usually more quiet, began to ask me many questions, as if wanted to lift my mood further, but my mood had already sunk deep to the bottom of a well.

I replied to his questions half-heartedly, and he noticed it after a while. He stopped and seemed to think of what could have made me angry at him again.

Charles sighed, and he thought of something.

“How many times should I say to you that I only regard her as a little sister?”

“You can stop saying that from now on if you are tired.” I said coldly and took large strides forward.

Charles took a deep breath and followed me. It wasn’t long before he caught up to me and grabbed my hand, making me stop walking.

I tried to pull my hand out of his grip, to no avail. Glaring at him, I made it known how much frustration had been piled up on me lately because of him.

“Fine, I’ll tell you.” Charles said. “Please listen to me first.”

I stopped my movement and crossed my hands on my chest.

Seeing that I was finally willing to listen to him, he finally began. “You have to believe me. I have no other feelings besides brotherly affection for her.”

“You know that Amanda lost her brother a few months ago when he drowned in the sea…” He stopped, discerning my reaction before he continued, “Her brother was my best friend. I owe my life to him.”

“If it weren’t for him, I might not be standing here today, Alicia. He also lost a leg because he saved me…” He took a deep breath as if he was drowning in his guilt, and his next words echoed his pain in the silent night that rendered me unable to utter a single word back.

“I think… I think it was also my fault that drowned… if only he still had his other leg.”

We stood in the silence for what felt like a very long time.

I wanted to ask him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the words stuck in my throat just like that. If it’s like that, why do you always make her a priority, then? It’s as if you always have to choose her over me?

Charles seemed to take my silence as an acquiescence that my anger had lessened, and we spent the night walking in quietness as thoughts occupied our minds.