There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Anya now had also become calm and self-assured. Adhering to the principle of eating without saying anything, she ate with her
head down and not saying a word, ignoring Phil’s silent protest.
They finished their lunch in total silence. Phil put down his fork and looked at the girl sitting opposite him. He said, “I have a
question.”
Anya looked back and felt his question would be hard to answer.
Phil smiled at her. “Do you think... two strangers would sit face to face and eat together like us?”
Anya could not answer him.
She knew he was not easy to fool. What a sharp question!
To fight back, Anya pretended she did not know what he meant and responded to him coolly, “Why not? We are the best
example, aren’t we?
“We don’t know each other well, but we still sit down to eat together.” The last sentence was added on purpose.
Phil was gritting his teeth in anger and stared at Anya with the tip of his tongue pressing against the molar tooth.
For fear of annoying him and being lifted up to kiss, Anya moved her eyes away and explained, “Many school girls were
interested in you when you came to my school. One of them asked me about you and wanted your phone number or something.
“I just want to study here quietly and don’t want to be involved in affairs. So I told her we don’t know each other well.”
Phil huffed, “Just tell them I’m your ex-husband. You can then study more quietly. I’m sure no one will ask you about me
hereafter.”
“I don’t want to have any contact with you,” Anya retorted without a second thought. “I don’t want others to only know about our
relationship but never know MY value.”
It was true that Phil was excellent and common people could not hold a candle to him.
But Anya thought she was good, too. She was confident in her excellence in appearance, capacity, and character.

Her college entrance exam grade was among the top. Also, she was among the best students in her major as director scenarist.
She used to be a confident, outstanding girl.
But it was all because of Phil that she lost her name after their marriage. Every time others mentioned her, she was called “Phil’s
little wife” or a worse nickname. No one knew she was Anya.
She did not want such a life again.
She wanted others to call her by her name. She had her own excellence.
Phil looked shocked. He never knew she cared about her name and fame so much.
To be honest, he had never thought that his identity and position would make her upset. He had always believed that she would
take vicarious pride in them.
“Anya...” In his heart, shock, heartbreak, and great guilt were so intertwined that he could not help but murmur her name.
He never meant to hurt her. He wanted to present her with the best in the world all along.
“Lunch’s over. You have to leave.” Anya had nothing to tell and stood up to see him off.
“I never meant to hurt you.” Phil knew it was time to leave and he made a solemn statement before he walked out.
His statement, however, only elicited Anya’s self-deprecating laugh, “But you gave me a deadly blow.”
Anya’s mother’s car accident was the bad blood between them that would never go away.
Anya finished her words and went back to her bedroom without looking back, leaving Phil grieving alone.
If their life could be rewound, he would have tried every means to stop Lorie from getting into a car accident.
He would be willing to exchange his ten-year lifespan for Lorie’s safety if it was possible.
After standing for a long time in the dining room, he began to clean up the food on the table and the kitchen, and then he left.
Anya never came out again.
She did not want to confront him. And she was sleepy when the lovely sun shone in the bedroom at noon. Anya leaned on her
bed and became drowsy.

When napping, she recalled a drowsy, warm afternoon when she was a child. She stayed beside her mother, and they talked
about her future boyfriend.
At that time, she was innocent and pure. She leaned on her mother’s lap and said firmly that she wanted to marry a man she
loved who was the most handsome, nicest man in the world. Her love was not involved with money and fame. She would be
happy to be his wife, even if the man was penniless.
At that time, her mother shook her head with a tender smile, saying her daughter was as childish as herself.
Actually, Anya looked forward to experiencing a love story similar to Lorie’s. Although Morgan was penniless, Lorie married him
without hesitation.
And now...
Lorie’s marriage was a pretty sad story.
But Anya did not expect her family would change. If one had warned her at that time, she would not have believed it.
In her eyes, Morgan was a good father. He was gentle and considerate to her mother and loved her very much. No one would
believe he would have cheated on his spouse.
It was because Morgan used to love her immensely that she hated him so much after learning that he had cheated on her
mother. And her hatred became even stronger, especially when she got to know that he also loved Gracie, his illegitimate
daughter.
Anya was sick of him and all the things he had done to her and her mother.
Maybe it was because of these bad memories, Anya woke up from her nap at once.
Whether to marry someone or not, was not a question for Anya. Marrying a good man was less important than living a good,
brilliant life on her own.
She tried to calm down to get up and went out of the bedroom. Phil had already left. The dining table and kitchen were cleaned
and tidied up. If she had not seen it with her own eyes, Anya would not have believed that Phil was good at housework.
In the afternoon, Anya continued her classes. When she returned home in the late afternoon, she saw Gaven waiting downstairs.

“Ms. Willigen, here is your dinner ordered by Mr. Henderson. He’s too busy to come back today. So, he asked me to buy your
favorite dishes in a Chiobar restaurant.” Gaven handed the bag to her respectfully.
Anya glanced at the logo of the restaurant printed on the bag and said to Gaven tenderly, “Thank you for your work.”
This restaurant was far away from here. Anya had researched all Chiobar restaurants in the city. This one had a good reputation,
but it was expensive and was too far to get there. That was why Anya sincerely wanted to thank Gaven; it must take him a lot of
time to buy dinner.
“Nothing. My pleasure,” said Gaven with a smile. “I have to go. Mr. Henderson said if you have something difficult, feel free to
call him at any time.”
Anya gave him a smile and waved goodbye.
She felt embarrassed to bother him when he was busy.
When Anya went back to her home with her meal, she recalled her unpleasant lunch with Phil.
She thought it was necessary to call her housekeeper back because Phil was as busy as she had expected.