Her Ex-husband Is A God Of War

7

“Does that mean I can have her?” Charles further twisted Lainey's boyfriend's hand. If he twisted it a inch further, the man would end up with a broken arm.

“You can! You can!”

Charles let it go. “Thanks.” He walked back to Lainey like nothing just happened. He held out his hand to her. “Shall we go on our first date?”

Still not believing all that was happening, Lainey reached out her hand to Charles. For the first time in her life, she was seeing someone who could deal with her boyfriend without making an effort.

As they left, Lainey's boyfriend swore under his breath to deal with Charles at all costs.

Outside, Charles smiled at the woman. He wanted to continue flirting with her but seeing no need for that, he shut his mouth. He wasn't ready to get into any relationship and he didn't plan to in the future.

“Thank you so much, sir,” Lainey's father said, getting out of the car.

Lainey snapped her head toward the voice. “Dad?”

Her father looked at her with a sigh.

“If you don't mind, I will leave now. I have something urgent to attend to,” Charles said.

“Alright, sir. But please don't forget…”

“I don't go look back once I have started,” Charles said.

The man bowed.

“What is going on, dad?” Lainey asked her father as Charles left.

“I sent him to rescue you.”

“Why?!”

“‘why’?”

“Dad, arrange for us to get married right away.”

“You don't know what you are talking about, trust me. You want to get married to Charles Decker? Do you think someone like our family is worth having him as an in-law?”

—--------At the Court—----------

“I knew he didn’t mean it,” Emmy’s mother said. “He must have realized he can’t survive without our family.” She hissed.

“I’m no longer accepting him as my husband. Even if he comes crawling, I’m not getting back with him,” Emmy spat.

“It was all because of your father. If he hadn’t brought up the suggestion…”

Emmy shot her a sharp look. “You already told Dad?”

“Of course not,” she said, though a flicker of fear crossed her voice. “But Emmy… if you go through with this divorce, are you planning to marry again?”

“Not yet.” The man she really wanted was Roger, and Roger wasn’t exactly the marrying type—at least not yet. Still, he had a way of making her feel complete.

“Miss Emmy, someone’s asking for you outside,” a court worker announced.

“Tell him to come in. What, is he scared now?” Emmy said, rolling her eyes.

“Ma’am… he’s…” The worker smiled awkwardly. “I’ll just tell him.”

“If not for Dad, none of this would be happening,” Emmy muttered under her breath. “I told him—nothing good was ever going to come out of that useless guy, but he wouldn’t listen.” If she had known Charles was this worthless, she’d have dumped him ages ago.

“Good morning, ma’am,” came a familiar voice.

Emmy’s heart jumped. She turned and saw Roger walk in, impossibly handsome in his suit. That broad chest... flashes of last night lit up her mind.

“Oh my goodness, Mr. Roger! What brings you here?” her mother asked, smiling.

“Emmy told me what happened after our meeting yesterday,” Roger said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would escalate like this.”

“It’s okay,” Emmy cut in quickly. “Charles and I were never meant to be.”

Then Charles walked into the court.

At first, Emmy didn’t recognize him. For a split second, she thought it was one of her favorite movie stars. She blinked a few times, trying to convince herself it was really him.

“Why did you keep us waiting? Do you think we’re jobless like you?” her mother snapped.

“He probably spent hours picking those clothes,” Emmy hissed. Only God knew how many years it would take him to pay off whatever he was wearing.

She scoffed again. Did he really think dressing up would change her mind?

“No matter how many rings you put on a pig, it’s still a pig,” she muttered.

Charles acted like he hadn’t heard any of it. The documents were signed. It was done.

Emmy and her mother stormed out after a final barrage of insults.

“Until your rotten life ends, don’t ever come near me again,” her mother said.

“Mark down today. One day, you’ll crawl back begging, and I’ll remind you of this moment, you ungrateful thing,” Emmy added.

With his hands tucked in his pockets, Charles strolled out of the court. Finally, he was free.

He wouldn’t have believed a family this ridiculous actually existed if he hadn’t lived with them himself.

Nothing he did was ever enough. He managed their business from home, did the laundry, made sure meals were ready on time—but it was never something. To them, it was nothing.

Just then, someone ran past him. Then another. Two more. Then five.

Charles paused, confused. What was going on?

He turned and noticed a crowd forming near the court’s gate. Curious, he moved toward it.

“Say yes! Say yes!” the crowd chanted.