Rise of the Formidable Ex-wife (Lucia and Alex) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The ballroom sparkled with golden lights. Lucia stood near the entrance in her blue dress, the one she bought just for tonight. She kept touching her necklace. The silver one. Marco gave it to her on their first date.

People smiled. Friends. Family. Neighbors. They said congratulations. They said everything looked beautiful. She planned it all. Every flower. Every candle. Every tiny detail.

“Mrs. Hart, you look so happy,” someone said.

She was happy. She thought she was.

The door opened.

Marco walked in with a woman.

Young. Maybe twenty-five. Blonde hair. Red dress tight against her body. She held Marco’s arm like she owned him.

Lucia’s smile died. The room got smaller. Hotter. She couldn’t breathe right.

Marco looked at her. His eyes were cold. Empty.

“Everyone, listen up.” His voice cut through everything. The music. The laughter. The joy.

The room went silent. Everyone turned. Stared at him. At the woman. At Lucia.

“This is Margaret,” Marco said. No feeling in his voice. Nothing. “I’m leaving Lucia for her.”

The words punched into Lucia’s chest. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

What?

“We’ve been together for two years.” Marco’s voice stayed calm. Like this was normal. “Margaret is moving into the house. Lucia’s things are packed. They’re in the garage.”

Two years.

She made his breakfast. Washed his shirts. Slept beside him. Kissed him goodnight.

Two years of lies.

“Marco.” Her voice cracked. “This is our anniversary. Our party. The children…”

“The children know,” Margaret said. Sweet voice. Too sweet. “They’ve known for months. They support us.”

No.

Where were they? Ria? Lucas? Monica?

There. Corner of the room. All three standing together.

Ria stared at her. Sixteen with Marco’s eyes. She crossed her arms. “Mom, just sign the papers. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

The words cut. Deep.

“Ria, baby, I don’t…”

“Dad’s been unhappy for years,” Lucas said. Fifteen. Her boy who used to be scared of thunder. “We all knew. Everyone knew except you.”

Monica giggled. Thirteen. The baby Lucia still tucked in at night sometimes. “Margaret takes us shopping. She actually listens to us. You never do.”

Lucia’s legs shook. The floor tilted. Was she falling? Standing? She didn’t know anymore.

“I gave you everything.” She looked at Marco. The man she loved. The man she believed in. “Everything I had.”

“You gave too much,” Marco said. He pulled papers from his jacket. Divorce papers. “You smothered me. Margaret gives me freedom. She makes me feel like a man again.”

Margaret smiled. Victory written all over her face.

“Sign them.” Marco held out a pen.

“Here?” Tears filled Lucia’s eyes. “Now? In front of everyone?”

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” Ria said. “Just do it already.”

People watched. Some turned away. Others whispered. Some pulled out phones. Taking pictures. Recording. Her pain as entertainment.

Lucia’s hand shook. She took the pen. The paper blurred. She couldn’t read it. Didn’t matter. She signed anyway.

Her name looked strange. Broken. Not hers.

Marco grabbed the papers. Folded them. Put them away. No thank you. No sorry. Nothing.

“Leave now,” Margaret said. “Your boxes are labeled. Don’t take anything that isn’t yours.”

“That house…” Lucia’s voice was barely there. “I made it a home.”

“It’s in my name,” Marco said. “Always was. You have no claim.”

Ria stepped closer. “Mom, seriously. Everyone’s uncomfortable. Just leave.”

“Yeah,” Lucas said. “This is awkward.”

Monica laughed again. High. Cruel.

Lucia looked at them. Her babies. She carried them. Fed them. Loved them. They looked at her like trash.

“I loved you,” she whispered. To all of them. “So much.”

“Not enough,” Marco said.

He pulled Margaret close. Kissed her. Right there. In front of Lucia. In front of everyone.

Some people gasped. Others cheered.

Lucia’s feet moved. One step. Another. Through the crowd. Out the door.

Rain. Heavy and cold. It soaked her dress in seconds. The special dress. Ruined now.

She walked. Didn’t know where. Her feet hurt in the heels but she kept going. Past houses with warm lights. Families inside. Real families.

The tears came. Hot against her cold face. Her whole body shook.

Remember when Ria took her first steps? Right into Lucia’s arms. Lucia cried then too. Happy tears.

Remember when Lucas learned to ride a bike? He fell. Scraped his knee. Lucia held him. Kissed it better.

Remember when Monica drew that picture in kindergarten? Four stick figures holding hands. “That’s us, Mommy. Our family.”

Gone.

All of it.

She fell. Her knees hit wet concrete. Hands in dirty water. She didn’t get up. Couldn’t.

Thunder. Lightning. The sky was angry. Like her insides.

Her phone buzzed. She pulled it out. Message from Marco.

“Don’t contact the children. Don’t contact me. Move on.”

Move on. Like it was easy. Like she could just forget.

Another message. Ria.

“Mom, you’re so dramatic. We’re all happier without you. Accept it.”

The phone slipped from her hand. Fell into water. Screen went black.

She stayed there. On her knees. Water soaking through her dress to her skin. Cold. So cold.

Cars passed. No one stopped.

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