MY EX PLAM
Chapter 15
“Watch the threshold, Mr. Morgan,” his assistant warned, sweating profusely while practically carrying his boss’s deadweight.[]
The poor guy’s frustration was palpable. Since the divorce, everything had spiraled into chaos.[]
This marked the seventeenth bar retrieval this month alone. Ryan inevitably drank himself into oblivion, huddled in dark corners rejecting even the most stunning women who approached, muttering incoherently to himself throughout the night.[]
Struggling through the mansion’s entrance, they discovered a slender figure perched on the living room sofa, her heavily pregnant silhouette visible even in the dim lighting.
“Aria, whip up some hangover pills, would you?” Ryan slurred, mistaking Sophia’s outline.[]
Sophia reclined against imported throw pillows, her expression darkening further as she witnessed his disoriented state.[]
Months had passed since the divorce was finalized, her pregnancy now unmistakably advanced. Yet Ryan still hadn’t mentioned marriage. Despite showering her with Van Cleef & Arpels jewelry, he completely missed what she truly desired–the legal title of Mrs. Morgan and everything that entailed.]
what the hell’s happened to you? You’ve completely changed!” Sophia finally exploded, tears threatening her perfectly applied mascara.[]
“I’m fine… it’s late… get some sleep…” Ryan momentarily gained lucidity, irritably dismissing her concern.
His signature attentiveness had vanished completely.
Ignoring her indignant sobs, he slammed the bedroom door with unnecessary force.
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He stumbled into what had previously been Aria’s private sanctuary–the room his housekeeping staff hadn’t dared to clear despite his explicit instructions. The floor resembled a war zone.
Empty Macallan bottles formed a perimeter around the bed, crystal ashtrays overflowed with cigarette remains, and the air quality bordered on hazardous.
Ryan collapsed face–first onto the unmade bed, crushing the pillow against his chest like a lifeline.[]
In his semi–conscious state, he could still detect lingering traces of her signature Jo Malone perfume embedded in the Egyptian cotton–a strangely comforting
aroma.
The irony struck him with sudden clarity.
Despite sharing a roof for three years, they’d essentially lived parallel lives that rarely intersected.[]
They maintained separate everything–dining schedules, bathroom facilities, social calendars.
Whenever she returned home, she’d silently retreat to her personal space, the soft click of her door marking the boundary between their worlds.]
Oddly enough, during their first months together, Aria had genuinely attempted to establish some semblance of normalcy. She’d researched his preferences and habits with surprising thoroughness.[]
Each morning, she’d brew pour–over coffee precisely to his specifications–no cream, no sugar, exactly 205 degrees. She’d thoughtfully coordinate his suits and ties, ensuring everything functioned with clockwork precision.[]
During holidays, she’d prepare elaborate homemade meals, her smile almost reaching her eyes while wishing him seasonal greetings.[]
Yet he’d maintained deliberate emotional distance, even bringing conquests home and flaunting them maliciously, hoping to provoke any reaction from her glacier like demeanor.
Gradually, she’d abandoned these efforts, retreating further into silence until months passed without meaningful exchange.[]
Ryan now faced an uncomfortable revelation–he knew absolutely nothing about the woman he’d married.[]
Her passions, her food sensitivities, her dreams and nightmares–all remained complete mysteries.[]
From beginning to end, they’d remained perfect strangers occupying adjacent space without truly acknowledging each other’s existence.[]
Their separation should have brought profound relief. So why did his chest constantly ache with this peculiar emptiness?]
My Ex Planned His Wedding… On My Death Day?!
Something vital seemed missing from his life, leaving him perpetually disconnected, constantly sensing absence where completion should exist.
He’d even caught himself absentmindedly calling her name during a critical shareholders‘ meeting, shocking everyone present into uncomfortable whispers.
Every time he closed his eyes, he visualized Aria walking away without a backward glance, disappearing with someone else.]]
This singular image had become his personal torment, impossible to exorcise from his thoughts.
Insomnia plagued him nightly, while a persistent 104–degree fever refused all medication.[]
Alcohol became his sole refuge–only under its numbing influence could he temporarily escape the emotional quicksand threatening to consume him.
“Ryan, please… can we just talk about what’s happening?”
Sophia’s tearful voice penetrated the door, accompanied by increasingly aggressive knocking.
The sound instantly shattered his alcohol–induced haze.
Ryan grabbed the nearest projectile–an antique Tiffany lamp–and hurled it against the door with surprising accuracy.
“Get the fuck away from me! I’m not in the mood!“[]
He burrowed beneath the fragrant comforter and surrendered to restless unconsciousness.
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