GOODBYE EX, DON´T LOOK FOR ME ANYMORE
Antonia Rovayo · Ongoing · 34.5k Words
Introduction
man whom her family had warned her not to chase if she doesn’t want to be heartbroken. Turning a deaf ear towards her family, Kamila married with Arnoldo Morrison.
Arnoldo was against the marriage due to the fact that he never had feelings for Kamila. However, the both of them got together because of the Matriarch of the Morrison family, Grandma Megan.
A marriage was supposed to be a sweet journey for a woman who had just been accepted by her in laws but Kamila’s was the opposite. Being treated as a servant wasn't one of the roles of a married woman. Her in laws all treated her like dirt. Her husband continuously cheated on her with his lover, Iraida Evans whom his grandmother had always looked down on.
After witnessing her husband having sexual intercourse with his lover in their matrimonial bed, Kamila couldn't take the torture anymore. She has reached her limit of endurance. She couldn't let her heart to be continuously played with as if it was some toy.
Kamila reached out for the divorce papers, signed her name and left the Morrison mansion with a promise that she would come back and make them loose everything they had ever worked hard for love? She has three elder brothers who dote on her.
Kamila went back to her family and started her plot against her ex in laws until she met Ethan, her childhood friend whom she had bumped into years ago
Chapter 1
On the day of Kamila's wedding, she hadn't known then that she would be passing through the gates of Hell instead of a new home.She sacrificed everything she possibly could for Arnoldo, all in hopes that her love would be reciprocated. Her family " the Wilsons " had tried to persuade her to change her mind and not be involved with Arnoldo. They had warned her that she was only going to be hurt by him.It was true. Even before their wedding, Kamila had caught signs of her fiancé's infidelity. At that time, Kamila hadn't listened to her family. She thought that Arnoldo would change for her.On the day of their wedding, her soon-to-be husband was an hour late. She hadn't missed the odd stares they gave her, nor the low murmurs between the guests.
Kamila was indeed the star of her wedding. Alas, it was not because she was the bride.It was because she was a laughing stock.They hadn't openly mocked her solely because Grandma Megan had been present. Even so, their hushed gossip and subtle laughter could still be caught by the keen eye.When Arnoldo had finally arrived, he strode to the altar coldly. He hadn't even spared his bride a second glance before they finished the entire procession, and in less than two minutes, Kamila was officially Mrs. Morrison.Arnoldo left right after, leaving the same way he entered "coldly and quickly as though Kamila carried a contagious disease. Only the Morrison family's matriarch had congratulated her while the other members of the family " and even the guests " snorted and left.With the way things went, they knew that the marriage wouldn't last. There was no point in staying to celebrate a loveless union. If anything, the moment Arnoldo and Kamila were pronounced husband and wife, they were already eagerly awaiting the day of their divorce.The Morrison family was one of the biggest and wealthiest families in California. With their strong influences in the business and political world, many businessmen could only hope that their daughters could marry into the family so as to help progress their own businesses. As such, Kamila's marriage to Arnoldo was seen as nothing more than a thorn in their sides.Kamila lay on the ground as she reminisced those awful memories. Her wedding day had been so long ago, and back then, she had been hopeful. Now, all that those memories left was a bitter taste in her mouth and a cold, empty feeling in her heart.All the torture that she had experienced in this god-forsaken house had all felt like salt rubbed into her wounds.She regretted it. She regretted not listening to her family back then when they told her to stay away from Arnoldo.Kamila abruptly sat up and shook her head.
This was a nightmare and the only way to wake up was if she went through with the divorce. She knew that she couldn't continue like this.She had made up her mind.After a long shower, Kamila took out the divorce agreement that was kept near the bed, read it, and signed it with a flourish. It had always been kept near their matrimonial bed, a sore reminder that Arnoldo had always pushed for their separation. The thought of it made Kamila's heart ache, though she waved it off.She couldn't think about that now.It was stated in the divorce papers that she would be given an alimony of fifty million dollars, along with a house. Kamila needed to talk to Arnoldo about this term; she was worth way more than that, especially all that his family had put her through.With the papers signed, Kamila returned to bed. She wasn't dumb enough to head back downstairs where the mother and daughter duo were. Karla and Arlette would only find more ways to cause her trouble. She had decided that she would only head down when it was time for dinner.Even though the Morrisons had hired dozens of servants to tend to their needs, Kamila was the one who was responsible for most of the household chores. Even the servants didn't respect her, emboldened by the poor manner their masters treated Kamila.This was the last time Kamila would help out in the house. No more after.Kamila had unknowingly fallen asleep and had awoken to the sound of the bedroom door opening. In stepped
Arnoldo, the man she had once called her husband. Kamila merely glanced at him, unmoving, an action that stumped even Arnoldo due to how clingy she usually was on a normal day.He frowned, curious and displeased by her sudden coldness until he finally noticed the divorce papers by the side table, signed with her name.His heart skipped a beat and he turned to her to ask, "What is this?""What?" Kamila snapped. "Can't you recognize your most prized possession when you see it?"He was stunned, his eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. Her tone was cold and sarcastic, a stark contrast to how she had always spoken to him. She had always been sweet, timid, and shy, a good wife who would never get mad no matter what Arnoldo did.Kamila continued, "I know that you've always wanted a divorce. That's the entire reason why you've always kept the papers in the bedside drawer, right?" She looked him straight in the eyes and added, "Let's get this divorce registered. Then, you and I would both be free."Arnoldo blinked dumbly, wondering what it was that had caused Kamila to change her mind. She had been so insistent on staying married. Then, his expression darkened. This was surely just another trick she had up her sleeve."Whatever," he said before leaving for the shower.Kamila paid him no mind. She climbed off the bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen where the butler was waiting."Good evening, Miss Kamila," David greeted with a warm smile.Her heart warmed. "Good evening, Uncle David." In this house, only he and Grandma Megan treated Kamila with respect. There was no need to be hostile towards an ally.Together, they got to work to prepare dinner. None of the servants bothered to help. This would be the last time Kamila would be cooking for her 'wonderful' family anyway.
"When Arnoldo left the shower, Kamila was no longer in the room. Yet, the sheet of divorce papers remained right where she had left them " out in the open for him to see.He didn't know why but the sight of it made him frown."Is she serious?" he wondered out loud to himself.The moment he entered the dining room, everyone was already seated. Karla and Arlette were chatting while Arnoldo's father, Adam, was on a call. Grandma Megan wore a warm smile as her gaze followed after someone else. Arnoldo looked in the same direction just to find Kamila busying about, bringing the dishes to the table so that everyone could eat.His confidence, previously shaken by seeing Kamila's signature on the divorce papers, surged back.'There's no way Kamila would agree to a divorce,' he thought to himself. 'She wouldn't want to make Grandma upset.'But as soon as that thought entered his head, he frowned. Hadn't a divorce been what he had wanted for the last three years?Once the dishes were served and everyone sat down, Arnoldo found himself unable to tear his eyes off his wife. If she was serious about the divorce, surely she would bring up the topic.As if she had read his mind, Kamila suddenly declared to no one in particular, "Arnoldo and I are getting a divorce."
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