OH PLEASE, MY EX-WIFE

In the evening, Edward does not come back. Alice goes out the room after the children fall asleep. What an empty living room! She hesitates, and finally enters a string of numbers in her phone. Memory is a strange thing. She believes she have forgotten the number, however, when she thinks of it, it just pops up.

As she presses the CALL button, her hand wets a little bit with an unconscious tense.

It gets through quite soon. "Alice?" The voice coming from the other end of the line seems unreal.

She pauses, then answers quietly: "Yes. I'd like to talk to you."

The other end is silent. Alice wonders if he feels surprise or he does not hear it. When she is about to speak again, a deep male voice comes over the phone, "What about tomorrow?" "Ok." Alice nods. When she is about to hang up, the voice speaks again, "Wait."

Her hand stops there with the phone still beside the ear.

However, the silent remains as the time passes. It seems that the word "wait" is an illusion as Edward speaks nothing after that. Alice frowns and says, "Let's talk tomorrow. It is getting late now. Have an early rest tonight." There is no respond. Alice hangs up the phone.

Alice goes upstairs to see her two little kids. They are sleeping soundly; she covers them with the quilt and kisses their foreheads. Then she walks to the next room and goes to bed.

It is mid-night when a helicopter lands in the island. A travel-stained man shows up at the door of the villa. No one is expecting this. He gives a sign to his servants and bodyguards to stop saying anything but step out. He goes up to the second floor and enters the room for the two kids.

Edward's heart is softened as he sees their innocence and tranquil faces. "How nice that they are babies of Alice and me," he thinks.

However, he does not come back in the mid-night for the children, but for their mother, Alice.

He walks lightly so as not to wake her up. As he enters the room, he sees her sleeping quietly like an angle under the yellowish light. He can't move his eyes.

He is jealous of that two children at a moment as they gain 100% love from Alice. While for him...He loses it due to the mistake he made five years ago.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

How can he win back her love again?

He is eager for the answer.

In the next morning, the sunlight goes through the dark purple curtain and pours over the person in the bed. Alice awakes and rubs her eyes slightly with a gentle yawn. As she opens her eyes, the other pair of black eyes are staring at her, so focusing and untiring. She stuns. The warm sunlight shines on his angled face. He looks so handsome but also has a sense of unspeakable loneliness, like a prince living in the dark. Her heart aches a little.

"You...why are you here?" He told her over the phone last night that he would come back today, so she assumes he's busy and may be back until the afternoon.

Edward smiles leisurely, "Because you asked."

His tone is so casual and careless, as if he would abandon all important things and come to her immediately just because she wants to see him. It is all because of her. Alice frowns slightly, wondering if he's here yesterday.

As she is about to ask, the voice of the kiddie comes from the next door. Rebecca is awake. Alice gives Edward a look, gets off the bed and walks to the next room.

"Daddy!" Seeing Edward followed Alice, Rebecca jumps out of the bed excitedly and rushes at him.

Edward catches her subconsciously. The tiny soft kiddie rubs him in his hug and said: "Daddy, why are you so cold?"

Edward doesn't know how to answer her question and the kiddie swiftly changes the subject talking about how much she misses him.

Albert looks at all this and feels embarrassed with his lips twitching. He will never behave like his sister. However, when he sees Edward's nervousness as Rebecca rushes at him, he accepts him a little bit.

At least, Edward loves them.

The family of four seldom have breakfast together. Even though Alice does not speak much, the warm feeling of a reunion family satisfies Edward.

After breakfast, the butler takes care of the two children, while Alice talks to Edward proactively, "Let's have a talk."

Edward pauses with a slight resistance. He probably knows what Alice wants to talk about, something he can't stop but reluctant to let go.

"Let's go to the study."

Alice shows no rejection.

The study is so quiet with only two cups of tea steaming. The servant closes the door carefully. And it's just the two of them.

Edward stands in front of the window with his back to Alice, who is sitting on the sofa, and looks out into the distance. The island has a pleasant climate like spring all year round with thick trees, singing birds and scented flowers. It is a beautiful place that is comparable to the arcadia.

Edward seems to wait for Alice to speak first.

Alice considers for a while, and finally says, "The children and I will not live here for long."

Edward's tall figure trembles slightly, but he doesn't turn around. Then comes his low and attractive voice, "Is here not good enough? You can ask the butler for anything you need."

"No. Here is a nice place." It is true. The island is like a small city with all things they need. But her mind is clear. "Rebecca, Albert and I can't live here forever."

"Why not?" Edward turns around and looks straight at Alice, "This place is built for you. If, if it is because you don't want to see me, I..."

"No. It is not what you are thinking." Alice interrupts Edward, and looks back into his eyes. "I admit that Rebecca and Albert are your children, but you and I are no longer in a relationship. It ended five years ago. You can come and see them, but is not in here. I'm not supposed to be here."

After all, they have nothing to do with each other now.

Edward's eyes darken because of what Alice says. He understands what she means. She refuses to stay with him, and children are their only link...

He can force her to stay. However, thinking of her resisting through a hunger strike, his heart aches.

"Is it the only way?"

His voice shivers. It seems he's so vulnerable and unwilling to accept the truth.00000