Desperate To Be His Ex-Wife Novel by Ali O'neill _ Novel




Desperate To Be His Ex-Wife Chapter 01

After I died, I woke up right back on the day my husband, Matteo, told me he’d fallen for our daughter’s classmate.
This time, when he asked for a divorce, I didn’t hesitate. I just said yes.
In my last life, I said no.
Back then, Savina’s parents ended up marrying her off to some guy in another city.
When Matteo found out, he completely lost it.
He drank every single day.
Eventually, he had a stroke and was left half-paralyzed.
I spent ten years taking care of him, working myself to the bone just to help him walk again.
But the moment he recovered?
He asked me for a divorce.
Even our daughter, Hallie Baigrie, pushed me to sign.
“If you hadn’t insisted on staying married, Dad wouldn’t have gotten sick! I wouldn’t be stuck living this boring life without him!” she yelled.
“You’re the one who ruined this family. Just leave!”
She even threatened to kill herself if I refused.
In the end, I had no choice but to agree.
After the divorce, Matteo married that young woman.
Not long after, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Neither of them lifted a finger to help me.
A few days later, I died.
And when I opened my eyes again, I was back to that exact moment.
Matteo stood there, smoking, his face cold and distant.
“I’ve fallen for someone else,” he said. “Let’s get a divorce.”
I nodded.
“Okay.”
He looked up at me, totally shocked. “What’d you say? Say that again!”
I stabbed a big piece of pot roast with my fork and popped it in my mouth. “Divorce is fine,” I said like it was no big deal. “We split everything fifty-fifty. No complaints, right?”
He frowned, stared down at his plate, and thought for a minute—but didn’t say a word.
I scooped a huge helping of mashed potatoes onto my plate and ate like I was starvin’, makin’ up for all the meals I missed in my last life.
Before I got sick and died, I went more than three days without eatin’ or drinkin’ a thing.
Now? I was gonna make up for every single one of those lost meals.
Matteo sighed, lookin’ helpless. “Laney, I’m bein’ serious. I’m in love with Sav. And she loves me too.”
“Even though she’s 25 years younger than me, we’re soulmates. As my partner for the first half of my life, you should respect my decision and wish us well.”
I nodded. “Sure. I’m tired of bein’ with you anyway.”
He was shocked again.
Then, a big smile spread across his face.
“For real? You’re not just sayin’ that to tick me off? You’re not gonna make a scene or nothin’?”
I didn’t even bother denyin’ it.
He rubbed his hands together, clearly pumped.
“Good! This is way better. After 20 years together, it looks like some of my class finally rubbed off on you.”
“For the assets—we’ll split ’em three ways: one for you, one for me, one for our daughter. That’s more than fair, don’t you think?”
“I’ll let Dad take care of my share,” Hallie cut in, finally lookin’ up from her phone.
Matteo laughed loud. “Perfect! So that’s one part for you, two for us. Honestly, Laney, I’m bein’ super generous here. You’re a 50-year-old housewife who hasn’t contributed jack to this family in two decades—you’ve been livin’ off me this whole time. A third is already more than you deserve. You should be grateful.”
Hallie waved her phone at me.
“Mom, I just recorded you agreein’ to the divorce. Don’t even think about backin’ out.”

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