I was shocked to see his face on the TV. It had been over a year since the last time I saw him.

He looked so hot and handsome in his three piece D&G suit. He was being interviewed live and the female host looked so starstrucked on him.

I breathed in and out deeply. I forgot to notice my son flapping his feet and hands to step into the edge of the counter table.

I looked at him and to my surprised, his eyes were also glued to the TV screen.

He recognized his father. He was pointing his fingers to the screen.

The female host started asking questions.

"You have been selected to judge for this year's Miss Universe. But aside from that purpose, what are the other things that you plan to do while staying in the country?"

"My woman is here." He answered without any hesitations. The crowd gasped while he maintained his serious dark smile.

I was stunned to hear his answer. So, he was here for her.

The female host asked again, "Does she know you are here for her?"

"No." He answered.

"So you'll gonna surprise her then? Are we going to hear a wedding bell soon?"

Before he could answer, the cashier already gave me the amount I would be paying for the groceries. A guy helped me deposit the grocery bags to the baggage counter.

The other saleslady muttered something to her co-worker. "So he is already married? Oh!"

When I looked at the television again, the female host already stood up and shook hands with him. She seemed flattered when he put a hand around her shoulder for picture taking.

He was still undeniably the most gorgeous man in the world. His figure could not deny the bulging muscles inside his suit; his muscles where I used to put my head on while he cuddled me.

I held my baby closer and I kissed his nose and lips and he giggled. I beamed wide at his response.

My son had been my saviour. It was difficult for me to fight my depression. I almost got killed and I attempted to end my life, but when I learned that I was having a baby, it made me want to live again.

It was the seventh month of our marriage. I prepared a hot tub full of roses and put candlelights around the bathroom. I couldn't wait for him to get home.

He always told me that I was his best stress reliever. Most women probably would cook for their husbands. But he was pretty much aware that I had no talent in cooking, except frying hotdogs and eggs. He always did the cooking for us. The kitchen was his second favorite place in the house while the bedroom was his most favorite.

I took my baby to the second floor of the mall, where the toy store was located. We went inside the store and there were already lots of children playing around and selecting toys.

My son would soon be asking for his daddy to take him here and to buy him toys, just like the other dads here.

It had been painful for me to think on how my marriage went. We got divorced. I signed the papers without knowing why I was signing it. He wouldn't listen. I tried begging him to let me explain but he didn't. He pushed me out. I was in sorrow while walking out of his penthouse.

My tears won't stop falling and I was hardly breathing. I had been sick for a week at that time so when my body couldn't take it anymore, I collapsed on the side of the road.

I didn't know I was already pregnant at that time. That explained why I had been throwing up every early morning, but my ex-husband never notice it.

A female doctor who happened to pass by at the road said she saw me lying on the side of the curb. She went out of the car to check on me. She saw lots of blood on my head probably because I hit my head on the curb when I fall.

She took me to her house and cured me. She had no one living with her. Her husband passed away two years ago and her two children were living in different countries.

She examined me and found out I was carrying a child. I told her why I got there at the road, about the divorce, but I didn't tell her who my husband was.

She was very kind and she let me stay there for a week until I fully recovered.

When I was capable to travel already, I booked a ticket to my hometown and left London for good.

I was interrupted when my son was wailing grabbing my face. He wanted to go touch the toys. It must have grabbed his attention especially the assorted colors and dancing lights inside the store.

After we bought new toys for him, we got out and headed to the nearest restaurant. I still had him buckled up on my chest while eating. I fed him the soup so he would stop reaching the plate on the table.

"What's going on here?"

The angry voice came from the frowning man in perfect suit standing at the entrance door.

I looked at my husband while holding my tears from bursting. He strode towards me swiftly and he pulled me up so I could sit on his lap.

The two police officers and four firemen were all looking at us when the manager of the building started talking.

"Mr. Miller, we responded as quickly as possible because we heard the siren of the alarm coming from this house. We checked everything and there is no major damage, there were just so much smoke and the detector alerted immediately."

He looked at me with worried face. I thought he would get mad if he found out what happen instead he kissed my forehead and murmured soothing words to calm me.

"Well, if everything is fine you can now leave." he commanded in his raspy voice and pulled me closer to him.

After the men went out of the door, he touched my face so I could face him. "Are you okay baby?"

I just nodded my head keeping myself from bursting to tears. I was so terrified and scared of what would be his reaction.

"Tell me what happen." he pleaded.

"I was cooking for dinner and I didn't notice the smoke was all over the kitchen already. It was too late when I heard the alarm panicked."

He smiled at me with those sexy eyes.

"You tried cooking for dinner?" I nodded. "For us?" I nodded again.

"I guess Mr. Kitchen and my sexy wife are not friends." He added while I smiled with embarrassment. I hid my face in the crook of his neck.

He scooped me up by his arms, and we headed our way to the kitchen. He let me sit on the chair and kissed my lips before searching the apron.

He unbuttoned his suit and he was top naked. I licked my lips upon seeing his bulging muscles. He wore the pink apron and I swore he was made to be the hottest and sexiest husband of all.

He cooked dinner while I was just sitting there. He glanced at me and I feel so flattered of seeing my husband cooking for me.

"After dinner, I expect my dessert." He said while looking at me with his pupils dilated.

He then came to me and whispered on my ear. "I will definitely ravish you later, my sweetest dessert." And he licked the sides of my ears making me giggled.

I suddenly woke up when I felt a soft touch on my cheeks. I opened my eyes and saw my beautiful baby sleeping peacefully with his hand touching my cheeks.

He was facing me and I kissed his cute face and he was murmuring something in his sleep. He was probably dreaming or playing with his guardian angels.

I always loved to sleep with my baby beside me on the bed. I didn't like putting him on the crib or placing him in another room.

I even bought the super soft bedsheets so he would sleep comfortably. My bed could be occupied by four people.

I intended to have a large bed so my baby had enough space when he would turn and flip in his sleep.

I remembered my last night's dream. It seemed so real again. I had memories that had been invading my dreams like most of the nights.

I got off from bed carefully not waking up my sleeping baby and I put pillows around him. I looked at the clock and it was still 5:30am Sunday.

I had no plans on hitting the pillows again so I went to the kitchen to make coffee for myself.

I turned on the television and after several commercial breaks, there came a buzz break about Miss Universe. It was a report about the preparations for the pageant that would be aired live on television today at 12pm. Then, there were some videos of him, picture taking with the candidates.

He looked so devastatingly handsome as ever in his expensive suit. There were even females who were publicly flirting with him. "Men are always men." I thought to myself.

I heard a loud cry from the bedroom. I almost jumped in hurry and there I saw my baby on his chest crying and looking so adorably helpless.

"Ohhhhh. Not a morning baby!" I scooped him up and he was calm now while I cuddles him to my chest. I kissed his nose and he giggled.

"Good morning! Are you hungry now?" He must have understood what I was saying because he touched my breasts indicating that he wanted his milk now.

I fed him right away and he looked so radiantly full now. I put him on the crib in the living room so I could do my chores.

I switched the channel to Cartoon Network and he seemed to be very excited to watch. He murmured baby words and even shouted and giggled. I was laughing looking at my adorable baby.

Time flew so fast that I didn't notice it was almost lunch time. I cooked the easiest food I could think of. I made a fruit salad shake for my baby.

My baby looked so bored now. When he caught my eye, he immediately called me by raising his hands as if he wanted to be picked up.

I excitedly picked him and he giggled while I kissed his tummy. We ate together while he was sitting on my lap, and again he always tried to reach the plate on the table and frowned when he failed.

After putting the dishes on the sink, we headed back to the living room so we could cuddle while putting him to his afternoon nap.

I switched the channels to look for a more interesting show when I unknowingly selected the channel that aired the pageant.

I was watching the show. At the back of my mind I so wanted to change the channel, but I couldn't.

The candidates were all beautiful and glamorous in their gowns. Surely men, married or not married, had already been fantasizing about the ladies on the stage, most likely including him.

The final round came and the bowl rolled for candidates to select the judge that would give them the questions. There were five ladies left now, and all of them were strikingly beautiful.

Miss Venezuela had her turn and the judge she picked was no other than David Miller. The crowd went wild and Miss Venezuela was obviously blushing upon hearing the cheers. I was wondering if she was blushing because of the cheers or because she has selected David Miller.

"Good morning!" His dark and seductive voice boomed around the arena making the candidates shivered in excitement.

"If you are divorced or annulled by wrong reasons, and he wants you back, will you accept him again or not?"

I was literally shocked hearing his question. What was he trying to imply?

Miss Venezuela took the mic to answer. "I will probably accept him back. But he has to know that things can never and will never be the same again."

“Alright class, I need your research papers by Monday.”

I stood up and gathered my things.

The week is over. I'm so excited to go home. My baby is waiting for me. My brother is babysitting him today.

We take rounds of watching my son. France, my brother, loves to watch him because my son is his “favorite baby of all time” as what he told me. The only thing that he has been complaining is when my baby pooped, which I find very funny especially when France always panics.

As I was heading my way to the faculty room to gather my other belongings, I heard a commotion near the Dean's office. There were bunches of students and teachers giggling like lovesick puppies.

“What's going on?” I asked one of my students.

“Hi maam! There is a super handsome man with Dean Patrick right now. They say he is a benefactor.”

I nodded my head and walked away. I went inside the faculty room and got ready to leave when Mrs. Owen called our attention.

She was giggling while calling our attention.

“Everyone, Dean Patrick wants us in his office to meet the new benefactor of the university. Chop, chop!”

The other teachers stood up and were almost racing to the door. They kept talking about 'handsome', 'hot', 'saucy' man, and even the spinster Miss Spencer was giggling like a teenager.

I took my bag and some books and followed them to the Dean's. I was the last to enter and it was difficult to move because of the crowd outside the office.

“And this is our literature teacher Miss Olivia Grey.” I heard Dean Patrick spoke while I was balancing my bag and the books from falling.

I looked up to see Dean Patrick and turned my eyes to the person next to him. Him.

My books fell to my feet and quickly I picked them up. My eyes refused to look at him and so I just pretended I was busy gathering my books.

The other teachers were shaking hands with him and when it was my turn, I just focused my eyes to his hand and took it, but as I was about to loose grip, he tightened his hold more.

He was staring at me, his pupils dilated and they looked dark and wild. His eyes never left mine. It was only interrupted when my phone rang loudly so I quickly excused myself out of the office.

It was already 6pm when I reached home. I found my brother holding my baby in his arms and they were standing in the front door waiting for me.

I held my baby up and he was laughing hard when I tickled him.

When I was about to enter the house, I saw a black SUV that stopped in front of the apartment building but no one went out from the car.

I got curious but my attention was diverted to my baby who peed on my work clothes and my naughty monster just chuckled.

As I was ready to go to bed, I got a phone call from an unknown number. I answered it but no one was on the other line so I just hung up.

“Livy?” I heard my brother knocked on the door.

“Yeah, I'm still awake!” He pushed the door.

“I have to go out. Clubbing.” He went to me to kiss my forehead, and he did same to my sleeping baby.

“I might not be coming home tonight. See you tomorrow bunny!” He winked at me while locking the door.

I have been flipping around for the last two hours now but I still can't keep my eyes close. I am bothered of what just has happened at school.

Of all the schools in the world, why did he choose our univeristy? He was a philanthropist but I never thought he became interested in this field.

I don't want to think of him anymore. I know it was the end of us the moment he threw me out of the penthouse.

I remembered his last words during our last fight.

We both know that our marriage was a deal. But I never thought that you would go down and sell yourself. I don't have a slut of a wife.

Although it has been over a year now, I'm still hoping I can get answers as to why he threw that easily. I just want to find answers so I could sleep with a peaceful mind.

I closed my eyes and silently praying that someday I can finally free myself from this misery

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I was awaken by the continuous knock on the door.

I checked my phone and it was still six in the morning. It could probably be my brother who was most likely got wasted last night. Not that I'm complaining but I don't like being awaken by a drunk brother.

He has his keys, why must he disturb me? I grudgingly talked to myself while looking for my slippers under the bed.

My apartment is his second house. He lives in a condo but he usually stays in mine so he could watch my baby while I worked.

My brother has several businesses around the city and he has people to work for him that is why he doesn't mind staying at my house babysitting.

I don't want to hire a babysitter. I just don't give my trust easily, and I don't want my baby to grow and bring up by other people.

I worked full time in the university but I always managed my day so I could still go home as early as possible.

I know I bother France so much more already, but he never let me feel left alone.

The knocking still continues . I put my robe on and head my way to the door.

“Don't you have keys?” I said in an irritated voice thinking it's just my brother banging the door early in the morning.

As I opened the front door, I became speechless. All I did was stare at the person standing before me.

I don't know if I am dreaming or hallucinating.

I forgot I was only wearing my nighties without any bra on and I just covered myself with the silk pink robe untied.

I noticed him glaring at my chest. I quickly covered myself and I swallowed deeply.

I looked down so I couldn't meet his eyes. My ex-husband's eyes.

“What are doing here?”

He didn't answer. I raised my head and I almost jumped when our eyes met, and he just gave me his sexy smirk.

I stared at him expressionless.

“What I can help you with?” I asked again hoping he would say something.

Five seconds had passed but he still didn't utter a word, so I abruptly step inside. But as I was about to shut the door, he stopped it by blocking his foot.

It made me stop and I could feel my heart beating so fast.

He made his way inside the apartment. Did he just invited himself in? How dare he!

“This is trespassing. Please see yourself out or I'm calling the guards now.”

I proudly stood up with both my hands on my waist.

“So, this is where you're hiding?” He faced me and I could see the boldness in his blue eyes.

“I'm not hiding from anyone.” I quickly responded. “If you have no business here anymore, please get out!”

But instead of going out, he made his way to the couch in the living room and sat.

“Aren't you going to ask me for some coffee?” He asked. This is getting ridiculous.

“You wish.” I responded raising my eyebrows. I was probably so mean to him but he deserved it.

I heard the sound of the door open and my brother entered. He was suspiciously looking at me then turned his head to check the person sitting on the couch.

“Who is he Livy?” France asked me with his sleepy voice. He indeed got wasted from his clubbing last night.

“He is...ahm...David...a friend....” I stuttered while composing myself.

David stood up to handshake with my brother.

“Hi, I'm David Miller. You must be Olivia's brother, France?”

“I am.” He smiled while returning a handshake.

“France, you smell. Go and take a bath.” I interrupted. He nodded and quickly disappeared.

After my brother left, I turned to him.

“I think your overstaying already. Please make sure to lock the door when you get out.” And I walked away.

“Why can't you say my name?” I stopped. His voice was so daring.

“Why can't you speak my name?” He asked again. “I still remember how you used to shout it when I pleasure you and when I make you co....”

“Stop.” I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

My knees were shaking. I wanted to cry but no tears were coming out. I made a fist so I could still control my rage by my hands.

My knees were shaking. I wanted to cry but no tears were coming out. I made a fist so I could still control my rage by my hands.

“We're done.”

I didn't say much, afraid I might say something that I would regret.

I walked to the front door and clutched the doorknob to let him out. He walked towards me and before he stepped out, he whispered something in my ears..

”I will come and claim you back.” That made me frozen.