His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias)

The first ever property Tobias acquired with his own hard earned money, was his current residence. Situated in the most affluent and secluded area of the city, building painted with a bright and eye catching cream color, with ten bedrooms, an indoor and outdoor pool, a garden, three kitchens and even a private office, the house was big enough to impress an normal citizen who had lived a mundane life.

But for the Larsen family who had always lived their lives above the curve of life, this residence was considered basic.

Times without number, they had told Tobias to move out, but he refused, because for some reason, this 'basic' house of his, felt more like home, than any other luxurious estate he had ever lived in.

And now, as he carefully walked around the house, eyes scanning each and every area in hopes of finding the littlest trace of the woman he called his wife, Tobias realized why the house which no longer felt familiar had felt so comfortable. It was because of Amara.

She had kept the house warm, always preparing his meals and bath whenever he returned, welcoming him with her warm smile and even warmer words.

All those things were what made the house feel like a home. And all those things, he had taken for granted, never appreciating them and treating Amara like a disposable product because he believed that no matter what, that love in her eyes would never fade away. But after today, he knew he was wrong. The love had faded away and Now, with her gone, the house just felt like another building, boring and devoid of any sing of the once diligent wife that resided in its inner walls, leaving behind only the scent of her alluring perfume. Which felt wrong and awfully out of place to Tobias. But being the man of pride he was, he refused to acknowledge it. The best he did was take not of her absence, but refused to acknowledge the feelings in his chest, no matter how hard they fought to be acknowledged. After about thirty minutes of taking notes of the things that had left with Amara, Tobias sat himself upon one of the bar stool in his house and fetched a bottle of vodka and a glass.

As he poured the alcohol into the glass, he thought; 'Why the hell did I keep thinking about her? Am I regretting my actions?'

Regret, Just the thought of that action alone made him scoff as he downed the first glass, then the second, and third. Soon, he was losing track of how many glasses he had drank, all in the bid to clear the thought of Amara from his mind.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

But surprisingly, the more he drank, the more he thought about his soon to be ex wife.

Soon, his thoughts took a trip down memory lane, recalling how Amara had looked the first night of their wedding. Shy, quiet and somewhat scared. But beneath all that was the happiness that did not fail to radiate from her eyes as she stared up at him, ready to devote the rest of her life to him without being aware of the neglect and abuse she'd suffer for the next six years to come.

He recalled How she had taken care of him when he overworked himself and ended up with a stomach ulcer. She had been so kind and gentle with him, preparing only meals that would help him recover quickly, assisting him in getting whatever important thing he need for work and even insisting that he put said work aside for a while.

A nagging mom, she looked like at that point in time, but all in all, she cared deeply for him, treating him as if his life were more important than hers which she had neglected when taking care of him, ultimately leading to an entire week of sickness due to the stress she had undergone when taking care of him and running the house.

He also remembered The first time he had kissed her, the taste of her lips was a smooth change from what he was used to. He could recall the softness and warmth, her taste, it had all been so intoxicating. The way her body felt beneath his, they way she clung onto him when he had teased her, the sounds that escaped her lips when he made her climax.

All of it was something stuck in his mind, and the more he remembered it, the more he couldn't stop his heart from clenching when he imagined Amara doing all those to another man.

The thought of her caring for another man and even having sex with him, made him feel certain emotions that he had never felt towards Amara.

Anger...and jealousy.

But why was he jealous? He didn't have any feelings for Amara. He merely saw her as a wife forced upon him. So why did he hate the thought of her laying with another man, so much? This question kept repeating itself in his mind, over and over, until Tobias decided to get an answer.

Without further thinking, he pulled out his phone, following the urge that had built up over the past five minutes and deciding to call the one person who was the answer to the question he had. But just as he scrolled through his contact list, looking for Amara's name saved, his phone began to ring.

Unconsciously, he perked up, thinking it was Amara, She must regret it!

but the moment his eyes landed on the name written across the screen, all his anticipation died away. It was Celestine.