My Ex, Please Love Me Again

As a successful man, Phil had been hooked up by different women in life. Quite a few of mature and gorgeous women threw themselves on him but he took none of them.

For quite a long time, he even doubted he was a gay because he had felt nothing for those pretty women.

But he was pretty sure he was straight the moment he saw Anya.

He liked women. He didn’t have a crush on them because they were not his type.

Fewer but better. He would like to be single rather than starting a relationship carelessly if he didn’t meet the one he wanted!

As bullheaded as he was, he would do everything to get what he wanted.

He was sure the girl on stage was the one. Then he thought of ways to get close to her even before he saw her real face under the veil.

He told the president of the student union to show him to the backstage in the name of appreciating classical music.

He saw the girl there, unveiled, and looked stunningly delicate and attractive. She was chatting and laughing with her partners and making out with the young man in the band.

At that moment, he couldn’t help to be jealous.

He was jealous of the young man for talking and joking with her so naturally, for being able to be so close to her and for being her peer and thinking in the same pattern with her.

After all, he was a bit too old for the freshmen.

He was also jealous to see her eyes sparkling with love when she looked at the young man. Obviously, she had a crush on him.

The president of the student union introduced him to them and said he was deeply impressed by their brilliant performance.

He also got to know her name was Anya, and she was the team leader of the band.

Anya. Her name was Anya.

He spoke the name again and again and savored it with interest. It was a simple name but he thought it was the nicest name of all.

The name went well with her as well the instrument she played.

After that, on behalf of the band, she came over to greet him and also spoke highly of him.

She said everyone at school was very proud of him. But he could see she was just flattering him as a matter of form and she didn’t really pay much attention to him.

She gave him the cold shoulder but he just got more interested in her. Ezra called him a freak.

This was how they met for the first time. And he simply fell in love with her at first sight.

Sine then, he had planned and set up everything that happened between them. Of course he knew Anya would find out the truth some day but he was still willing to do it and suffer it.

He was still happy to do it though he had to be very cautious every day.

The only regret he had now was that he didn’t get her pregnant earlier.

If they had a baby now, she wouldn’t have cut herself on New Year Eve.

Phil told Arthur not to take Anya home for him and make her suffer as a homeless, but Arthur knew he said yes but meant no. So, he still waited for Anya for a while in front of Lorie’s hospital building.

Lorie fell into unconsciousness again in exhaustion. Then Anya calmed down and planned to leave first.

She had booked a room in a hotel near the hospital. She needed time to decide where to go in the future. But she thought she might choose to stay and take good care of Lorie until she finally regained consciousness.

Anya saw Arthur leaning against the car as soon as she got out of the hospital building. It looked like he was waiting for her.

Seeing her come out, Arthur invited her with a smile, “Jean wants to invite you to our place. Emelia and Nina will come over, too.”

Anya really wanted to go, but she said, “I’d like to go but I think I must take a shower and get changed first. I am a mess now.”

“Have you booked a hotel?” asked Arthur.

She refused to go back to Phil’s place and she heard the the old apartment had been sold out. So, she had no choice but to stay in the hotel.

“Yep.” said Anya.

“I’ll drive you over.” said Arthur.

“Thanks.” Arthur was friendly and she just accepted it.

Before they got in the car, Arthur opened the trunk and said, “The maid brought a suitcase to you just now. She said Phil told her to pack the stuff for you. It’s some necessities.”

Anya was stunned and raised her eyes to look at the suitcase in the trunk. It was a white suitcase of limited edition. Phil had it customized for her. Her name and a little piano were engraved on the handle of the suitcase.

The good old days with Phil crossed her mind again. Every moment they had together and everything he ever gave her were the best.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She used to protest against it. She told him that she didn’t want to live such a luxurious life and she would be rejected by her college classmates if she lived so extravagantly.

But Phil cared nothing for it. He held her into his arms and said, “This is not a luxurious life. This is the normal life we have. Only those who can’t live up to it may take it as ‘a luxurious life'”.

Anya was lost for words. She knew he was bullheaded and he wouldn’t change his mind easily once he’d decided. So, she just let him.

In fact, she didn’t care much whether she would be rejected by her classmates. She had changed a lot since something came up to her family. She used to be a social person and like to make friends.

But she didn’t open her heart to others easily later. In the past few years, she had got no more friends around besides the two girls in the band.

Her father used to be the most loved and respected man to her. But he turned out to be a dirty jerk. His betrayal to her mother and her had nearly ruined all her trust on love and friendship.

Therefore, she didn’t give it a shit if they disliked her or not. Anyway, she wasn’t interested in making friends with them.

She had mixed feelings while looking at the suitcase in front of her.

Suddenly, she seemed to have remembered something and took a ring out from her pocket. She gave it to Arthur and said in a low voice, “He gave me this ring. Please give it back to him for me. Thanks.”

This wasn’t the wedding ring that Phil gave her. Their wedding ring was a priceless diamond ring but she never wore it.

Then, Phil paid a great sum of money to customize this ring for her in order to show she was off the market. The ring was simple in design and fashionable. Anya loved it.

Actually, she didn’t want to wear a ring. But Phil was kinda a control freak. He made her put on the ring, saying that a wedding ring would frustrate and stop those guys who had lay their eyes on her.

She just started the relationship with Phil at that time and she didn’t know him well. Then she retorted, “You think wearing a wedding ring can frustrate and stop them? If you really love someone, you don’t care if he’s married or not.”

Phil pulled a long face and snorted at her, “So, do you mean you still love someone in your heart even though you’ve married me?”

Anya thought it nonsense. She was just giving an example of it. She wasn’t talking about herself. Come on. How could he get her wrong?

But she couldn’t get a chance to argue with him. He was ashamed and mad, so he just threw her onto the bed and fucked her badly. She didn’t get it that Phil would be out of his mind once he was challenged on such kind of matters.

It finally dawned on her after she provoked and challenged him for millions of times. But she couldn’t control herself sometimes and deliberately pissed him off. But it ended up being punished severely on bed.