Ex Wife, Please One More Chance

*Amelia*

I couldn't hold back my tears as I took another glance at what was written on the document I was holding. Six months, that's all I had left to live. I have been diagnosed with Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA), the same terminal illness that took the life of my mother three years ago.

For a very long time, I have known that the illness was hereditary, but the last thing I had imagined was also having it.

"Ma'am, we are here already," the voice of the taxi driver sounded from the front seat, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Ooh, a minute please," I said to the taxi driver as I quickly wiped away the tears on my face, and afterwards I arranged the documents I was holding inside my bag, and with that I paid the taxi driver before getting down and making my way into the mansion where I was leaving.

Getting into the sitting room, I was surprised to see Adrian, my husband, sitting on the couch while manipulating his phone.

"Hey, you are back already," I said to him with a surprised tone, as this wasn't the time he usually came back home, but instead of replying, he shot me a cold glare before turning his gaze towards the centre table where a document was lying with a pen, and with that, he pushed it towards me and muttered, "Sign it."

Not knowing what was written on the document, I walked towards the table to get a proper look at it, and that was when I got the shock of my life. The document he was asking me to sign was a divorce agreement with his signature already on it.

"So you are divorcing me?" I asked him, not believing my eyes.

"Yes, of course, or the name on the divorce agreement – isn't it yours?" He asked me with a cold tone.

"It's because of her, right?" I asked him, and with that he scoffed angrily at me, as he already knew who I was talking about.

I had seen both of them on the television yesterday, him and his ex-girlfriend Melissa, who was no other person than my stepsister.

He had accompanied her to her press conference, where she announced her return to the modelling world after being out of the country for almost three years.

Seeing the way he was holding her during the press conference, I couldn't help but feel jealous; after all, that was the same way he always held me when we were in public.

Coming back home, I had confronted him about it, but he immediately reminded me of something I had almost forgotten about, which was the contract I had signed the day we got married.

Yes, unlike married couples who get married to each other out of love, we only got married to each other because that was what needed to be done at that moment to save the reputation of both families from a very