My Ex-Husband Wanted Me Back Chapter 01
When I was eighteen, I walked in on my sister, Shauna Harmon, pressing Winfred Logan against the piano, her hands roaming over his abs.
His ears were burning red, but he didn’t resist. He just let her do whatever she wanted.
Later, she refused to marry him and ran away. And he followed his parents’ wishes and married me instead.
But everyone knew the truth: even as a married man, Winfred had never truly let Shauna go.
Three years later, Shauna came back. I asked for a divorce.
After a long silence, Winfred signed the papers.
“A divorce is just a formality,” he said.
“You can still think of me as your husband, Geraldine. Let me know if you ever need anything.”
I smiled and said nothing.
The truth was, I no longer wanted him as anything at all.
***
The moment I walked through the front door, divorce certificate in hand, my mom barked out her command.
“Now that you and Fred are divorced, delete him from your contacts. Right now.
“Shauny hurt her hand—she can never play the piano again. The only thing that makes her happy is having Fred by her side. Don’t get in the way.”
Our parents had always favored Shauna. Since childhood, anything of hers was completely off-limits to me.
I’d endured it for twenty-five years. And finally, I’d had enough of my mom’s blatant favoritism.
“I can’t do that,” I said flatly. “Winfred gave me half his assets in the divorce.
“We still need to figure out the transfer.”
The smile vanished from my mom’s face.
She jabbed a finger at me, snapping, “Geraldine, you were married to Fred for three years. He never loved you, and you don’t even have a child to show for it. Who gave you the right to take a single dime from him?”
Shauna joined in, her voice trembling with tears. “Dina, are you really taking that much money from Fred? Is it because you’re angry that I came back and took him from you?”
Mom’s expression darkened further. “Geraldine, stop being so willful. Shauny is the one Fred always wanted to marry. What’s his belongs to her!
“To think your father actually praised you for being sensible for once. He even went out to get a cake to celebrate your divorce.
“If you still want me as your mother, give back everything Fred gave you!”
Her words cut deep, leaving a hollow ache in my chest.
To Mom, I was nothing but a thief who’d stolen Shauna’s happiness.
But Shauna was the one who’d run away three years ago, claiming she wanted freedom—that she couldn’t bear being bound by the Logan family’s strict rules.
Both families would’ve become a laughingstock if the truth got out. To keep their reputation intact, Winfred’s parents asked me to marry Winfred in her place.
Now, Shauna was back after three years, and everyone still saw her and Winfred as a couple.
I was treated like a disposable, soulless tool—convenient when needed, and tossed aside the moment I wasn’t.
I used to believe that if I were obedient enough, Mom would eventually love me the way she loved Shauna.
I just wanted someone to love me. But every compromise I made was met with accusations and blame.
Fine. I didn’t need that kind of love anymore.
Starting today, I’d be the one who loved myself.
I took a deep breath and kept my voice calm. “Mom, if you want to cut ties with me and let Shauna take care of you in your old age, that’s fine by me.
“But Winfred gave me those assets willingly, and I’m not giving them back.
“Besides, have you forgotten? When Shauna ran away three years ago, she said she chose freedom and despised things like money.”
Shauna was at a loss for words, and tears streamed down her face.
“What’s going on?” Winfred’s voice came from the doorway.
The moment he walked in, his eyes landed on Shauna’s tear-streaked face.
He paused for just a second before turning to me, his brow furrowed, and hissing, “Geraldine, did you upset Shauny?”
Whenever Shauna cried, I was blamed.
My parents always took her side.
And so did Winfred.
I had no interest in wasting time on meaningless explanations, so I turned to leave.
Winfred grabbed my arm, his frown deepening. “Where are you going?”
I looked at him and let out a bitter laugh. “You saw it yourself. No one wants me here. I’m moving out.”
I’d given up on this family a long time ago.
And I was done with Winfred, too.
