Dear Ex-husband. You Won't Hurt Me Again!(Mummy,I got you a date)

Chapter 1

Ava’s POV

My mind was focused on the documents I needed to check when suddenly, an envelope was slammed on my desk. I lifted my head and saw Jaxon, my husband. His expression was so dark as he said nothing but tapped the envelope he almost shoved at my face.

“Sign in.” His voice was deep and low, void of the affection I yearned for from him.

I flickered my eyes to the envelope and opened it, taking out the documents inside. My heart skipped a beat as soon as I read what was written. I blinked once and twice, my mind trying to process the details in front of me.

I had spent the entire morning convincing myself that Jaxon had remembered.

It was our anniversary.

Not just any day, it marked six years since we said “I do.” And despite everything we had been through, despite the cracks and the distance, I held on to a foolish hope that today would mean something. That maybe, just maybe, he’d show up with flowers, or even just a quiet smile to say he remembered. I kept checking my phone every now and then to see any slightest sweet text from him; I even wore his favourite perfume.

Instead, he slammed an envelope on my desk like it was a warning shot.

“Just sign it.” Jaxon snarled, getting impatient by the second.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and sighed. “I need to review this at least. Do you even know what this is?” I asked, just making sure.

I’ve known Jaxon for years, and even though we weren’t that close like a husband and wife should, I could tell he wasn’t the one who initiated this matter. If I had to guess, this must have been decided and prepared by his mother.

Jaxon… Well, he was that type who’d listen to his mother’s words more than spare a moment for his lawfully wedded wife’s opinion.

“This was supposed to be our anniversary,” I whispered, feeling the sting behind my eyes. “Jaxon, this is a divorce agreement. Is this really what you want?”

“Does it matter? It needs your signature, so I want you to sign it,” he insisted, oblivious to the pain in my chest, thanks to his indifference.

I balled my hands into fists, glaring at the document and at my husband, who didn’t seem to care a little about how I feel. “W-Why?” My voice cracked, failing to hide the waves of emotion surging inside me.

“This is why you should have just signed it. Is it that hard? All you have to do is sign the goddamn paper, Ava!” Jaxon raised his voice. He made it sound like I was at fault for checking…for asking why we suddenly need to divorce.

“This is a divorce we’re talking about, Jaxon. Do you expect me to just let go of everything…our marriage, without even telling me why?” I said I stood up abruptly, but my legs faltered. I sat back down, pressing a hand against my chest as my heart raced. This wasn’t just a piece of paper. It was the end of everything I had fought for. The end of late-night cuddles, shared dreams, and the baby we lost.

“I deserve to know why you’re giving up on this…on us,” I whispered, clutching my chest. “You’re not going to tell me that your mother wanted you to do this, are you? Jaxon, it’s you that I married, not your mother. Why do you have to do everything she said?”

Jaxon turned to me, his gaze fierce as he looked at me in disbelief. “She’s my mother, that’s why!” he retorted, defending his mother. As much as I wanted to be happy that he cared so much about his mother, I couldn’t help feeling small knowing that he’d never care in the least about me.

“But you’re no longer a little boy, Jax. You’re a married man. You marry to build a family, not for your mom to control every decision you and your wife make. I am your wife, or does that mean nothing to you now?” I asked, keeping my voice calm but making sure to emphasise each word I said.

I was hoping Jaxon would realise it. Our marriage should just be between us, his mother not included.

”You gave me nothing but disappointment,” he muttered.

I staggered back as if he’d struck me.

“This marriage is ours, Jaxon. I know you respected your mother so much, but for once… Can you also consider me, your wife?” I looked up, holding back the tears forming in my eyes.

“I don’t want to listen to any of this, Ava. Sign the divorce papers and we’re done. You’ll be free like you always wanted, and my mother will not bother you anymore,” he said, sounding tired, like he had had enough of me and this marriage.

I just wanted to know why… If he could at least give me a reason why I need to sign this paper, not just because his mother told him to make me. But the more he was acting like this, the more I realised that he was the reason all along.

This marriage wouldn’t work anyway if I was the only one trying to build it. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the pen from the desk and stared at the document for seconds.

Jaxon stood still, watching me as he waited for my signature to appear on the dotted lines above my printed name.

“One more thing,” I said, looking at him, but this time, I braced myself hard to keep my emotions hidden. “I’m curious, so I hope you can answer my question. Is it… Is it Camille?”

I saw him clench his jaw as he looked at me with sullen eyes. “You should know more than anyone else why this divorce has to happen, Ava. Yet, you keep asking me why. It is you who failed to do your duty as my wife.”

I felt a pang in my chest as he reminded me of the past that kept me awake at night, haunting me with what-ifs, making me drown in both pain and regret.

“The moment you lose that child, I know you’re not the one, Ava. I don’t need someone who couldn’t even take care of herself and my baby,” Jaxon said, bitterly. His tone subtly blamed me for what happened.

It was like he’d poured acid on an open wound.

My breath caught. My hands curled into fists. I had relived the loss of our baby every single night. The pain of losing my child, our child, had already ripped me apart. But to hear him say it… like it was my fault… like I wasn’t enough… that shattered what was left of me.

Tears burnt in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

But did he even know? I suffered, too. It wasn’t like I wanted what happened.

“You think I wanted to lose our baby?” I asked softly, the tremor in my voice barely restrained. “You think I didn’t bleed for that child? I grieved alone, Jaxon—while you let your mother tell you I wasn’t worthy. You didn’t hold me. You didn’t even ask if I was okay. You abandoned me long before today.”

He said nothing. Not a single flicker of guilt crossed his face.

But it was too late to speak for myself. Jaxon should have known it too, even without me saying it. Just like how he expected me to know the reason why he suddenly demanded a divorce.

So I grabbed the pen and signed the paper.

It felt like cutting my own veins open—like writing the death certificate of a love I had once believed in with every inch of my soul.

“Fine,” I said, signing the divorce agreement. “It’s done.”

I stood up, gathering my strength as I left my seat and headed for the door. There was no point for me staying in this room with the man who wanted me out of his life. My whole world went blank… Tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

And just as I turned to leave, the door swung open.

“Jaxon, babe!” I heard Camille’s voice as she walked in, just when I was about to leave. She had that huge sweet smile on her face as she strutted toward him. Her heels clicked against the tile, her perfume wafting in like poison.

She barely spared me a glance, brushing her shoulder against mine like I was invisible. I almost staggered back at the deliberate shove. She pulled Jaxon closer in front of me and kissed him. She was wearing the same necklace that Jaxon got for me. I have been replaced, not just divorced.

“Well, well,” she smirked, glancing at the signed papers on the table. “You really did it. I guess congratulations are in order.”

I stared at her for a long second, then turned to Jaxon. He hadn’t flinched. Not even now. Not even with her standing here.

“You’ll regret this,” I said coldly, my voice laced with everything I had kept buried for far too long. “One day, you’ll look back and realise what you threw away. And I hope it haunts you.”

I let out a sharp breath and kept it all inside, walking away in silence with a heavy heart.