My Ex, Please Love Me Again

Maisie and Ezra then arrived at Phil’s villa. Having rang the door bell for so long, they got no answer. But as Phil’s car was parked outside of his villa, that meant he was at home.

Maisie took a glance on the lock of the door and said, “I will call Anya for the code.”

“Okay,” replied Ezra.

It seemed that was the only way as, perhaps, Phil would not like to open his door for them.

At that time, Maisie put through Anya on the phone. It sounded like she hadn’t gone to bed. “Anya, we were here to see Phil, but he seemed drunk now. Could you tell me the code of his door lock?” She asked.

Instantly, Anya told Maisie the code and the call was ended in Maisie’s thanks. She didn’t even ask about Phil, though Maisie mentioned that he got drunk.

Finally, Maisie and Ezra opened the door with the given code. As soon as they stepped inside, a seemingly horrific scene was right in front of them. The living room was such a mess. Obviously, Phil and Anya had a fight at the living room as the snow-white carpet was splashed with blood.

Maisie sighed in her heart. They were supposed to be watching TV at their home at that time. However, they should be home and so intimate to each other, but were told what Phil had done. There was no doubt that everything was falling apart.

As Ezra walked inside, he rushed to the basement. Phil lived in a villa. Inside its basement were liquor cabinet and lounge where Phil collected various fine wines.

Sure enough, Phil was totally drunk with a few of bottles next to him.

When Ezra got down, Phil was sitting on the floor, leaning against the cabinet with his legs bending up and looking dispirited.

As hardly did Ezra know how to comfort Phil, he helped Phil lay on the couch aside. Though there was floor heating in the villa, he could not just let Phil keep sitting on the floor.

Speaking of the floor heating, it reminded Ezra that Phil did not live here at the beginning. As the original one had no floor heating while Anya always had her barefoot on the ground. Phil then just moved into a villa with floor heating which was set in the entire house after costly renovation.

Phil had done countless crazy things for Anya. However, when it came to Phil’s mind, it turned out to be such poignancy and became numerous knives deeply stabbing into his heart.

The more love that he gave Anya before, the more hurt he got right now.

“Why are you here?” Drunk and sleepy though, Phil managed to recognize that the man before him was Ezra.

“Stop torturing yourself. That’s your fate.” Straightly Ezra left words to Phil.

If it was not his fate, then what?

At the beginning, all of them persuaded Phil to make his confession first. But as he was worried that Anya would not accept it after she knew the truth, he persisted in keeping it as a secret.

Now as the truth was unfolded, Anya could not accept him, could she?

Being with her for years though, it finally came to an end in vain, didn’t it?

On the contrary, it was because he had spent time with her too cheerfully, at this time, he was overwhelmingly hurt.

If they had not been together from the start, it wouldn’t be so hurt now.

Phil lay on the couch with his hand on his forehead, stubbornly saying, “I control my own fate.”

Ezra got angry but amused by him, “Now it is just the case. You’re still not letting it go.”

At that time, Maisie got downstairs as well with a blanket founded on a couch in her hands. She handed it over to Ezra, and he put it on Phil shortly.

Phil pulled up the blanket on his face, “Leave me alone. Don’t worry about it.”

Soon, Ezra changed his topic, “Tristin went for Anya tonight.”

Maisie glanced at him and thought why he brought up the topic about Tristin. Was he just to provoke Phil deliberately?”

What should they do if Phil was so irritated that he was reluctant to get divorce and let her go?

However, Ezra continued, “I heard what he said to Anya. Never has he given up for these year that she is married. There is no reason for him to give up now that she is going to divorce.”

Under the blanket was a scornful sneer coming from Phil. Then he burst out into a string of deep laughs.

Amid the laughs, Maisie felt the endless self-mockery and desolation.

It was desolate, wasn’t it?

Phil deeply knew that his rival in love or competitor was no other than Anya’s heart.

No worry was needed only if her heart belonged to him even though there was lots of temptation outside.

Just as his love to her, she was the only one in his heart. For years, numerous girls had been passing by though, and he never took a glance on them.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Likewise, if he was not in her hear, then even if there was no suitor around her, he would be stuck in suffering.

Did she really not love him?

Otherwise, how would she cut her wrist callously just for getting a divorce? Ordinarily, she dreaded pain most. Even a small cut on fingers could make her cry a lot.

But just a moment ago, she rushed into the kitchen, took out a sharp knife and cut her wrist …

As long as the instantly bloody scene poured into Phil’s memory, a fierce pain rose in his chest. Not only did the knife slit on her wrist, but also it stabbed into his chest.

Unexpectedly, his tears poured out. Ezra and Maisie aside subsequently heard his miserable sobs beneath the blanket.

Maisie was shocked and turned to Ezra who was next to her. Never did she expect that Phil would be so miserable when he cried. As it was known to all, “Men only weep when deeply grieved.”

Perhaps, Phil was really in grief now.

Ezra was so angry that he scolded, “You’re such a spoony!”

After that, he dragged Maisie and then went upstairs.

Although Ezra scolded Phil, meanwhile, he left with Maisie. What he wanted to do was to conceal Phil’s grieved crying and at least show some respect to Phil.

It was after leaving the basement that Maisie gradually calmed down.

Although she and Ezra had been completely isolated from each other before, it would not be as fierce as that of Phil and Anya. At least, nothing about death was related to them, nor so much unsolvable resentment was intertwined.

But that reminded Maisie how she was heartbroken back then when Ezra was stabbed by Diana.

No wonder how heartbroken he was and how desperate he became.

Ah …

Maisie couldn’t help but put her arms around Ezra, and buried into his arms entirely.

What happened to Phil and Anya made her cherish this man before her eyes more.

Likewise, Ezra held her in his arms tightly. At that moment, no word was needed to understand her thoughts.

He cherished her as well.

After a wordless hug for a while, “What do we do about Phil?” asked Maisie slightly.

“I will go downstairs and help him on to his bedroom. And then, we just return home”, Ezra sighed and replied.

Since Phil was so drunk, he could probably do nothing any longer. Nevertheless, his drunkenness tonight must serve discomfort to his body.