After His Ex Girlfriend Came Back

Chapter one

At the gala night

Bianca's POV

"Tracy," Johnny breathed, his voice filled with something I hadn't heard in a long time-genuine happiness. His arms opened wide, and before I could even blink, she was in them.

I stood there, frozen, as he hugged her tight, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Like she belonged to him. Like I didn't exist.

"It's been five years," he murmured, his hand sliding down her back.

Tracy laughed, a soft, sweet sound that made my stomach churn. "Too long, Johnny. I missed you."

I clenched my fists. I shouldn't react. I shouldn't feel this way. But how could I not?

I was his wife.

I was the one standing beside him tonight, wearing the dress he picked for me. I was the one who bore his son. The one who cooked his meals, waited for him to come home, and suffered through his coldness every single day. And yet, right now, I was nothing.

Johnny pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her. His hands stayed on her waist. His eyes drank her in.

"You look... amazing," he whispered.

I felt invisible.

I swallowed my pain and forced my lips to curve. "Johnny, aren't you going to introduce me?"

His body stiffened for a second before he turned, pretending like he wasn't causing a scene. "Oh... yeah. Bianca, meet Tracy."

I smiled and held out my hand, even though I knew she wouldn't take it. "Nice to meet you, Tracy."

She barely spared me a glance before looking back at Johnny. "Johnny, can we dance?"

My stomach dropped. My heart clenched. I already knew his answer.

"Of course," Johnny said without hesitation.

Not once did he look at me. Not once did he remember I was here.

I stood still, watching as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

I could barely breathe.

He had never danced with me. Not even once.

Even on our wedding night, when couples filled the dance floor, he didn't take my hand. He said he didn't like dancing. Said it wasn't his thing.

But now? He was holding her close, moving with her as if they were the only ones in the room.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My hands trembled at my sides.

He never fails to remind me how evil I am.

I stole his chance with Tracy.