Mr Ceo's Pregnant Ex-wife
Chapter 23: •MOVING ON

Chapter 23:?MOVING ON

I woke up early the next day...too early actually for my own good—around three am when everyone else was still under the peaceful trance of dreams curled underneath the blanket's warmth.

The moment my eyes fluttered open, my fully awakened body refused to go back to sleep. Closing my eyes and forcing myself to sleep turned to be an impossibly hard task.

I let go a deep exasperated sigh. My sleep-deprived self wondered how was I going to face the day with my strength already drained from its usual energy this early in the day.

My back leaned on the headboard after I slumped on the bed, hugged the pillow around my chest trying to gather some strength from it.? Even the pillow wasn't enough to console me now. I guess no amount of words nor number of material things of great value could help me feel better after the difficult ordeal I've been through.

Even my dreams that once been my haven turned to taunt me with terrifying memories making me sometimes wake up from the sound of my frightened screams.

I told myself that after I dealt with the problem with my husband and after the divorce was finalized, I will start a fresh new life away from the place where I could not recall a single pleasant memory. I will rebuild my life from scratch and work harder to achieve the dreams I long since gave up.

From my comfortable position on the bed, I lazily got up and made my way to the nearby round table where a pen and paper were impatiently waiting for me.

I pulled the chair. When finally I was settled and comfortable on my seat, I stared at the pen and paper wondering where would I start or even if I have enough strength to start what I should have done a week ago.

"Please Lord, give me enough strength to finish this," I mumbled, my fingers trembled as I reach for the pen. Tears pooled my eyes.

My chest tightened, my fingers lost their strength, and the pen fell from my fingers. It rolled on the table's top before it came to a halt on the top of the empty bond paper—as empty as my heart.

Leaving my job of long five years was one of the hardest decisions I forced upon myself. If I want to start? a fresh, new life then i need to do this despite how heartbreaking it was for me.

I must do this! I repeated the mantra inside my head as my fingers clasped the pen rather too tightly.

A tear slither down my flushed cheeks when my fingers slowly moved to the bond paper. I Forced myself to painfully write the words dictated by my mind. I need to finish this, then pray and hope later that the manager will accept my resignation.

The Elite Hotel was the place where I worked for the past five years and it never once occurred to me that I will have to live it someday just because it holds too many painful memories I suffered alone because of Ace.

True, I got more enemies than friends there. But the friends I have, even though I could count them on my fingers, they are genuine and I treasured them deep down in my heart. The thought of leaving them behind made me want to weep from anguish.

I shut my eyes firmly, forcing the tears back. I stopped writing for a moment as I gathered all the courage I could to continue and finish the letter I started.

Looking back five years ago, when my naive heart still believed in true love and fairy tales, there I met Ace clad in an expensive black suit. The moment I met a pair of enchanting blue eyes I knew I was in love. If only I have known Ace was my doom I will never fall desperately in love with him nor will I seduce him so he could marry me.

I told myself If I stayed further to the Elite Hotel there is no guarantee that Ace will not bother me again. I need to do what's best for me, my decisions would be difficult at first but in the end, I shall bear the fruit of my sacrifices.

When I opened my eyes, I clutched the pen firmly into my fingers. I must do this! I told myself as my gaze shifted to the paper. If the paper can talk it should have screamed at me to finish the task and get over my procrastination.

When I finally finished the letter, I put the pen aside and took the paper with tears streaming down my cheeks.

I neatly folded the paper and slip it inside the envelope. My resignation letter was finished.

There's no sense in turning back, it's moving forward that matters now. I vacated the chair with a distant look upon my eyes as I made a beeline straight to the window.

The cold, morning air kissed my cheeks in greetings when I opened the window. The sky was still dark yet I could now see the sun slowly making its way on the horizon.

Despite my foul mood, I raised my head to the sky and smiled.

Just like the sun, I will rise again and shine brightly into the sky. I? swear it will happen, one day when the time is ripe, my promise will come true.