There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Phil's shameless act enormously irritated her. How did he have the nerve to make the promise of taking care of her?
Phil was pushed by Anya but he didn't fight back considering that she was pregnant. He hastily explained before he was pushed
out of the door. "Please listen to me."
But Anya was in no mood of hearing any explanation. She pushed him out of the door and closed it.
Being pushed away, Phil stood at the hallway and didn't know what to say.
Please at least let him take his stuff before kicking him out? He was wearing the slippers and her apron. And he left his coat,
phone and all the other stuff of him in her apartment.
How was he supposed to go home with such look?
He knocked the door and grumbled, "I left my stuff in your home..."
The door opened after he said this and his expansive shoes were tossing out. And then his coat, phone and keys. The door was
immediately shut after the throw.
Phil was both angry and amused. He called her, "Any..."
Phil liked to call her "Any". It was a pleasure to pronounce her name with the tip of his tongue.
Every time he hugged and kissed her or having sex with her, he would like to call her in this way.
But Anya didn't like that. This was her nickname and only Lorie was entitled to call her in this way.
Her asshole father used to call her by nickname. But she had growing antipathy towards him and also the way he called her after
learning his cheating with other people. And no other man called her by her nickname ever since she cut ties with her father.
But Phil took his father's place and started to call her this way. Anya couldn't accustom to that change at all.
The first time Phil called her "Any" was when she lost her virginity to him. At that time the man constantly whispered her
nickname around her ear. She didn't know what was wrong with her but her heartbeat raced and her body trembled.
After that she barred him from calling her nickname again. But the man turned a blind eye to the ban and deliberately called her
nickname when they were having sex. Anya just wanted to scratch his face hearing his calling over and over again.

Now Phil called her "Any" again, only to hear a noise made inside the apartment. He knew that he was a repellent existence
here.
She would display her rejection by letting off steam.
Phil tried other means. "But I haven't had dinner."
He made himself looked vulnerable by pretending to be starved. More precisely, that hardly was a pretending because he was
indeed hungry.
He cooked the meal all by himself after the servant left. And he was a bit nervous preparing the dinner because he hadn't
cooked for her for a long time. He wondered what did she want to eat at the current and he was thinking about making her usual
favorite food.
So he accidentally cooked too much dishes and didn't finish until now. To be fair, he didn't lie about hadn't eaten anything.
Practically speaking, he should leave immediately in case she might get mad. But suddenly he just felt a hint of resistance. He
deliberately said those to arouse her sympathy.
Phil still couldn't believe that she remained unimpressed to his effort after all these years and that she heartlessly had no
affection towards him.
After saying this, Phil stared the door and compressed his lips. He was taking a chance, a chance that she would care about him
to the most basic level, even after Lorie's accident.
But he waited there for a long time and nothing happened.
Phil didn't how to describe his feelings at the moment. His hope vanished in the blink of an eye. He felt as if he was immersed in
freezing cold water. His body was brimming over with stark hopelessness.
Did she really didn't care about him, not even tiny little bit?
Was she really brutal like this?
In desperate, Phil went back to his home a block away. He ran out of his energy. The surprise of learning her pregnancy and
excitement of moving to the Ustistan to take care of her faded.

These emotions were the driving force of him to handle business of domestic company and set up branch in Ustistan with
nonstop. Note that a regular man usually couldn't accomplish works of such massive load in such a short time.
Now Phil was defeated. He flung himself onto the sofa after coming back home and had no desire to move.
In his anticipation, he would be accepted if he was shameless enough.
But Anya's resolution broke his fantasy. If things went on exactly as he expected, she wouldn't have divorced with him.
Her calmness yesterday made him had some illusions. But what he didn't know that it was just the calmness before the storm.
The pain from his stomach made him frowned. He kept healthy diet ever since he was sent to the hospital for over-drinking. But
his stomach illness reappeared after working overtime continuously these days and not having healthy food in regular time.
He was conscious of potential stomach aching. But he just wanted to finish the domestic business as soon as possible so that he
could meet her soon.
Luck was that his assistant sensed his unusualness and asked about it when he called to brief Phil on the latest information
about work.
During this period, his assistant worked with him day and night. He knew that Phil's body was on the edge of falling ill after
working with nonstop. So his assistant rushed to deliver medicines to Phil when he learnt that his stomach ached. Phil felt alive
after taking the medicine.
By the way, his assistant was a male. Actually, all the employees he brought to Ustistan were male fearing that any irrelevant
woman would stand in the way between him and Anya.
The assistant brought him some food. He passed the porridge to Phil and showed his concern. "Mr. Henderson, if you continue
to work endlessly like this, you are bound to get ill no matter how strong you are."
His assistant added, "Didn't you cook meal for Mrs. Henderson tonight? Oh I am sorry, Ms. Willigen? She didn't invite you to
stay?"
Phil just had a spoon of porridge and said to his assistant, "Shut up."
Clever as his assistant, he knew instantly Phil was upset and also the reason why he was upset--he was rejected.

The pity was that his boss asked him to buy a bunch of ingredients according to the list his boss gave him in this afternoon. It
didn't take a brainer to figure out that his boss intended to cook some of Anya's favorite for her.
Even he, as a man, became envious of Anya, let alone those women who had crush on his boss. Those women would probably
strangle Anya to death after learning that Anya gave a cold shoulder to his boss.