My Ex, Please Love Me Again

Anya didn’t understand why Phil did it. She came back to reality and got annoyed. They had divorced and she didn’t want to owe him anything.

She took out the phone and called him. It was the first time that they talked again since she talked with him for Tristin last time.

She asked him why he had paid the medical fees for her mother, but Phil just answered indifferently, “No particular reasons. I owe you that.”

“It’s all my fault. I’ll be responsible for her in the rest of her life. It’s not about you and me.”

Phil said it coldly and he had also mentioned the car accident, which had irritated Anya instantly.

“Indeed!” said Anya, meanly, “It would be better if you could suffer for her.”

She said it and hung up the phone. She just didn’t feel like taking with him again.

Now that he had admitted he had caused the car accident, she just felt free to let him pay the medical fees for her mother from now on.

If he hadn’t caused the car accident, she would still have her mother around and a home even though his father had set them up and made them lose everything.

But, her mother was lying in hospital now and she had been living with this monster for the past few years.

She had nearly carried a baby for him. She had nearly given up the chance to study abroad for him. And she had nearly fallen in love with him.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Anya hated herself dreadfully whenever she thought of it.

She tried hard to calm down before she saw her mother in the ward. Then she pushed the door open lightly and went in.

The woman in bed looked peaceful and her skin was fair. She had a delicate and pretty face and she looked much younger than her age. In no way did she look like a middle-aged woman who had suffered a lot.

She had been well cared for since they had paid dearly for it.

She lay on the bed quietly, looking like she was sleeping.

But Anya knew clearly that she wasn’t sleeping. She couldn’t hear what she said or respond to her.

If she was alive and conscious, she would definitely talk with her and give her a good advice.

With the thought in mind, Anya’s eyes went red with tears.

She went over to sit on the chair next to the bed. She held her hand as usual and wanted to tell her what she was going through now and what she was going to do in the future.

Maybe Anya had been too sad and grudged these days. She couldn’t help bursting into tears when she started talking. Tears dropped on Lorie’s pale hand.

Anya wiped the tear off the back of her hand and dried her tears carelessly. Then she squeezed out a rigid smile and said, “Sorry, mom. I have no idea what’s wrong with my eyes these days. I feel like shedding tears all the time.”

She talked and talked and realized that her mother simply couldn’t hear or feel anything at all. She didn’t see a point of crying in front of her.

She was overwhelmed by complicated feelings in heart. Then she just took her mother’s hand and buried her head on the bed, weeping lightly. She hadn’t shed a tear since her mother fell into unconsciousness. Since she accepted the fact, she knew crying didn’t help at all.

But she failed to manage her emotions this time. Nothing could have hurt her deeper than knowing the fact that Phil had put her mother into this.

“Mom, I’ve divorced Phil because…” Anya choked with sobs, “I hate him. He turns out to be the one who has caused the accident. Oh God! It was him.”

“You know what, it was him who told you that dad has been cheating on you. He said he did it only to approach me. He wanted to approach me by helping us with the divorce case.”

“He also said he loved me very much and he loved me at first sight. But I wish I never had his so-called love if it ended up with a tragedy like this now.”

“It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault.”

Anya cried with guilt and sorrow. She didn’t figure out what Phil had seen in her but she thought she must take all the blame for having made her mother suffer.

Phil confessed his love to her when he got drunk one time. He told her he loved her at first sight but she just found it hard to believe.

If she remembered it correctly, she met Phil for the first time at the school anniversary party after she played the song The Swordsman with her band.

After the show, the president of the student union introduced Phil to them in the backstage. But she didn’t pay much attention to him and she just took him as a dashing fellow student who was many years older than her.

She was a freshman and wasn’t into the successful business elites like Phil. She thought she had nothing in common with them and they lived totally different lives. In her eyes, these mature businessmen were possessive, dominant and cunning, which were not her type.

She also thought that those successful elites like him were good at playing tricks and fond of setting people up. She preferred simple people and things. She wanna date a boy who was open-minded, passionate and who was willing to look into the future with her.

So, she just greeted him politely with the other band members and then left. She didn’t know Phil had been into her at that time. He went to the backstage for her only.

Phil told her that she looked like a Goddess with the white dress and white veil on her. She could play the piano so well that he fell for her instantly.

He was more into her when he saw her face unveiled in the backstage.

She found it incredible and unbelievable, and she even despised him. Screw the “love at first sight” thing. She thought he was only sexually attracted by her.

Why didn’t he have a crush on the other two girls in the band?

Undoubtedly, he thought she was prettier.

She was confident with her beauty. She had been pretty since she was little and she had always been the knockout in the crowd.

She still remembered Phil once rolled over on the bed with her in his arms and stared at her, “Yep. I am sexually attracted by you. So what? Every man loves pretty women.”

Then, he had sex with her when he was drunk.

When she thought of the whole thing again, Anya felt terribly bitter in heart.

If it could start over again, she would never want such a stunning face and she would never attract Phil’s attention.

If it could start over again, she would never have built the band and she wouldn’t have played in the show brilliantly.

If it could start over again, she wished she could find out her father was a jerk by herself so that she could avoid Phil’s terrible tricks.

Unfortunately, there was no “if” in real life. The fates of her mother and hers had been doomed.

She could do nothing with it but cry her heart out by the bed.