Pursuing My Ex Wife Isn t Easy

Daisy’s P.O.V.

As the door to my room bursts open and I shift my gaze towards it, my eyes widen in horror upon seeing Luke, my husband, entering with a woman clad in a sexy outfit.

“Luke, who is this woman?” I ask, my heart thumping inside my chest.

He gives me a sinister smile, scaring me more. “This woman is my new toy because I’m bored with you, Daisy.“

“Luke….” I stammer, tears welling up in my eyes. He can’t do this. The only thing which was giving me strength was that he was mine, my husband. He can’t just throw me away like this.

The woman beside Luke giggles, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. “Hi, sweetie,” she purrs, sending a chill down my spine. “I’m Luke’s new playmate. He said you wouldn’t mind sharing.”

I feel like the floor has slipped out from beneath me. Is this some sick joke? I’m his wife.

My hands tremble as I clutch the edge of the window for support. “Luke, I’m your wife.”

“You were never my wife, Daisy,” he sneers, and the woman standing beside him smirks at my condition. “You were just a worthless piece of trash that I’m throwing away.”

A sob escapes my mouth. He called me a piece of trash many times before, but today his words rip my soul out of me. Because for the first time, he insults me in front of another person.

Luke wraps his arm around the woman’s waist. “Now, leave my room. I have better things to do.”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I stare at him, my vision blurred with grief and anger. How could he be so cruel, so heartless?

I won’t let him hurt me any longer. I won’t stay with him any longer. His presence already starts to suffocate me. I can’t believe, for this cruel and shameless man, I was enduring the pain every day.

I rush out of the room without looking behind me. I directly come to the dining table where the divorce papers lay. With trembling hands, I pick up a pen and sign my name on the dotted line. I take out the ring from my finger and place it on the divorce papers.

It’s finished.

I lost. He won.

Five Years Later

(It’s been five years since I looked beyond Luke. It was quite hard to even breathe in the beginning because my days used to begin thinking about him and end up doing the same. I made my life hell because of him. How did I run behind a person who didn’t even care for me? I was an idiot.

The Luke I loved was someone else who died when he passed the school. The Luke I married was a heartless person. I still cherished the moments I spent with Luke in my school times.

Now one thing that matters to me in my life is my little daughter. She is my entire world.

After a few weeks of my divorce, I shifted from Miami to Manhattan because I applied for a job as a content writer there and I wanted to go away from Luke. When I shifted to Manhattan, after a few weeks, I got to know that I was pregnant. Before this news, I was surviving my days, but after this, I got hope to live again. Therefore, I kept my daughter’s name ‘Hope’.

Hope taught me the true meaning of life. No matter how dark the night may seem, there is always a glimmer of light waiting to guide us forward. She is the sole reason for my existence today. She brings immense joy to my life, and having her by my side makes me feel complete. Raising her on my own wasn’t easy, but it was worth every sacrifice.

There are moments when she sees her friends with their fathers and asks me about her own dad. She insists, “I want a daddy too,” but sadly, her father is unaware of her existence. It saddens me deeply to see her longing for a father’s love. I do my best to provide her with both a mother’s and a father’s love, but I struggle with how to answer her questions about her dad.

However, I can’t fall weak. I have to handle her, and with time, she will understand that I’m enough for her.)

I sit at my desk, sharing my thoughts in my diary. It is something which will never change.

“Mommy.” Hope’s voice brings me back to the present, and a smile graces my lips as I hear her soft tone.

As I turn towards her, I find her sitting on the bed, rubbing her eyes while clutching her beloved rabbit toy, affectionately named “Rabbi.”

I approach my little princess and settle down beside her. “Good morning, my baby,” I murmur, embracing her and planting a gentle kiss on her head. She continues to rub her eyes, still halfway lost in her sleepy state.

“Goody morning, Mommy,” she greets me with her endearing, drowsy voice, instantly warming my heart.

She settles into my lap, resting her head against my chest. “Today, I saw my Daddy in my dleam (dream). He said he’s coming to me super soon.” My heart sinks as I listen to her words.

She is only 4 years old, and I don’t know how to explain to her that her daddy may never come because he doesn’t know about her existence. And also, I don’t want him to ever find out that he has a daughter. What if he tries to snatch her from me? I’ll never let that happen. Only the mere thought of losing Hope makes me shiver.

I place my hand on her face. “Hopi, Daddy won’t be able to come to us because he lives far away,” I explain, my voice tinged with sadness.

“No, Mommy. He promised me he would come,” she insists, her eyes reflecting a deep sadness.

Hope is like a blend of me and Luke. Her stunning blue eyes reflect Luke’s while her gorgeous long blonde hair resembles me. Every time I gaze into her eyes, memories of my ex-husband flood back, making it even more challenging.

I can’t bear to see her so upset. I know I need to divert her attention.

“You know, Hopi,” I say, stroking her hair. “Mommy has planned something special for her princess today.”

Her eyes light up with curiosity, and she tilts her head slightly, eager to hear more. “Tell me, Mommy,” she requests, her voice laced with a hint of anticipation, and she forgets about her daddy for a few seconds.

Thank God!

I sigh with relief.

I gently tuck her hair behind her ears, telling her, “We’ll do your favourite work today.”

Her face lights up with a flicker of excitement as she asks, “Painting?” She hugs her favourite toy tightly and beams up at me.

“Yes, painting, sweetheart,” I confirm, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. She’s so adorable, I can kiss her face all the time.

“Let’s do it.” Hope claps her hands and bounces on the bed with excitement, causing me to chuckle.

I remind her, “But first, it’s time to brush your teeth and have breakfast with Mommy, Hopi.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she agrees, nodding her head and pecking my cheek.

I envelop her in my warm arms and kiss her forehead before getting up and leading her to the bathroom, carrying her on my back. After settling her on the counter, I apply toothpaste to her brush and hand it to her.