My Ex-wife, My Destination

Daisy’s P. O. V.

A Week Later

“Hello, Daisy,” Luke answers my call. My heart flutters every time I hear his voice like old times.

No matter how hard I try to distance myself from this man, an invisible thread keeps drawing me back to him. But I can’t let myself fall back into that toxic cycle again.

“Hey, Luke.” I sit on the bed. “I called you to inform you I have taken an off today, so I’ll pick up Hope from the school.”

“So I’m coming over to your apartment.”

Coming over to my apartment? Why?

“Why?”

“Actually, I have planned a surprise for Hope,” he begins. “She told me about her dream yesterday that she has a Barbie doll house. So, I bought one for her. I thought it would be nice if we could set it up together and surprise her when she gets home.”

I request, “Luke, please stop spoiling her.”

“She is my daughter, Daisy. I-”

“Luke, I know you want to fulfil her every demand and need, but I’m afraid the day you decide to leave her, then what will happen? I can’t afford the life which you’re painting for her right now,” I interject, my voice wavering slightly. I take a deep breath to steady myself. “She needs to understand that she can’t always get what she wants.”

Luke becomes silent for a moment.

“Daisy, I know you don’t trust me.” I hear him sighing. “But I’m not planning to go anywhere. I want to be here for her, for both of you.” He pauses before adding, “Forever.”

A tear automatically rolls down my cheeks, listening to his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” I hang up abruptly, unable to endure the conversation any longer. He’s slowly cracking the wall I’ve built around my heart, brick by brick, and it frightens me.

I keep the phone on the bed and head out of the room as the doorbell rings.

My brows narrow in confusion, seeing the person when I open the door.

It’s Martin. What is he doing here?

“Hey, Daisy.” He greets me.

“Hey,” I respond. “You should be in the office.”

“I took an off. I thought if you’re not agreeing to go for a coffee with me, why shouldn’t I have coffee at your place?” He finishes with a sheepish grin.

I force a smile on my face because I’ve zero percent interest in him.

“Uh, come in,” I say, stepping aside to let him enter.

Although I’m not interested in him, it won’t look good to ask him to leave.

Martin walks in, glancing around my living room. “Nice place.”

Before I can say something, my phone rings inside my room.

“I’m just coming.” I rush to the room to take my phone.

As I bend down to pick up my phone, a spank on my buttocks startles me. I immediately turn around and see Martin looking at me with a sinister smile.

“What the fuck was that? How dare you?” I snap at him, shooting daggers at him.

Martin’s smile doesn’t waver. “Come on, Daisy. We can have a little fun.” He moves closer to me, raising my anger.

“Just get the fuck out of my house.” I push him away.

Before I can say or do something, he lands a hard slap on my face, causing me to fall onto the bed. I become numb. It seems like a nightmare.

“I’m not going from here until I get what I want.” As he answers me, fear crawls to my chest and my heartbeat quickens.

I have to do something. I must protect myself.

As I move to stand up, he grabs my neck, coming over me, and my eyes widen in horror. “It’ll be better for you if you don’t resist, Daisy, or else it’ll hurt you.”

“Fuck off, you bastard.” I spit on his face and push him away with all my strength before scurrying towards the door.

I reach to open the door, but he stops me by clutching my hair and then throws me to the floor. A cry echoes in the room as my forehead hits the cold floor.

It hurts.

“Today, nobody can save you from me, Daisy, because I don’t like the woman who ignores me.” He comes over me from behind, pressing his body against mine.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Tears trickle down my cheeks. I try to move, but the weight of his body pins me down.

“Martin, please. Let go of me.” I wriggle under him, scratching his face.

“Just stop resisting me, you bitch.” He flips me over and slaps me again. I feel a stinging pain on my cheek and fresh tears trickle down my eyes.

He pins my hand above my head with one hand, and with the other, he pulls down the strap of my dress before attacking my neck and shoulder. My body gets paralysed for a few seconds.

I never let any man come close to me except Luke in my life. My soul was shattering. I just want to protect myself from this monster at any cost.

Fight back, Daisy. You can’t give up like this.

I gather all my strength and bring my knee up hard, aiming for his groin.

“Fuck! You bitch.” He howls in pain and loosens his grip just enough for me to wriggle free.

I scramble to my feet and dash out of the room. As he runs to catch me, I shut the door and lock it.

“Open the door, whore.” He knocks on the door from inside and I walk backwards, my body trembling with terror and tears constantly rolling down my eyes.

My back hit someone, startling me. I immediately turn around and relief washes over me, seeing the person before my eyes.

Luke. My ex-husband. The only man I wished to have with me at this moment.

I just embrace him, burying my face in his chest, and my shoulders shake as I cry out loudly.