ExHusband!Simon who also happens to be your coworker.
You had been together for a total of seven years, had worked together for more than ten, which made the separation way too much troublesome than it had to be.
He's a stupid man, you told him it was his loss when you two decided to leave it be for good. You two just couldn't work together, he's too closed off for his own damn good.
You tried to be patient, real patient but... Every woman has its limits, and he certainly had them too, and after a bit too much fighting over insignificant things, you decided to have the talk, the hard talk, you had dated for three years, had been married for four, you really tried to fix things but... Things got complicated when you realized you really wanted a family. When you started dating with Simon it was a bit in doubt for you, weren't too sure, too young to think about it, but years had been giving you time to think.
It's nothing you hadn't discussed with him in the past, you told him you weren't sure, that you didn't want them at the moment but that you might change your mind. It was safe to assume he thought you wouldn't ever decide, or that you would give it up.
But you didn't, and that's when trouble started. And that's also how trouble ended with divorce papers and a sour taste for something that was meant to be heaven.
But now that you were divorced there was still some matters to attend. This was just a few days after your divorce, you made sure to just take the essentials when you were leaving to your new small and chic department, but... Well, there were still some things that had some sentimental value to you in the house that you used to share.
You had been avoiding him like the plague back at base, you were John's Price assistant, not one of those that men placed to serve as eye candy, you were really an assistant, professional and highly respected by the guys, you took no bullshit from any of them. Even from Simon when you both were together, work and house life were almost always to be put separated.
You knocked on his door, and when you're about to use your key since no one answers, another woman opens the door for you. You freeze, and she does too.
The silence it's long and akward.
"Huh... Uhm... Is Simon around here?"
"Who?"
"Simon?... The... The owner of this house?"
"Ah- is that his name? Yeah- Uhm- let me go... I... I was already leaving by the way He's... He's in there... Haha you know... In... In the bedroom"
The other woman let out, she looked embarrassed and she left the scene as quickly as she could. You just sighed in exasperation, and walked inside the house. It hurted, it hurted knowing that you could get replaced just like that, as if your marriage didn't mean anything to him, it was hard not feeling replaceable.
And that started turning into some anger and some frustration towards him, you could feel it, the tingle in your skin as you walked upstairs, scared and angry at the state you would find him, that when you reached the bedroom and you opened the door, you had outburst.
"What the hell is wrong with you Simon?!"
He was still laying on his bed, just boxers as he smoked a cigarette, same distant look on his face he had been using ever since you had started the divorce process.
"What is it that you need? Thought you asked me for divorce?"
"Real funny now... I came for the thing I texted you I needed. Didn't send"
The silence was loud, and you just grunted, moving around the bedroom you once shared looking for the item you wanted.
"Who was that by the way?
"None of your business"
"Really now? I'm your-..."
You stoped. He was right, you had no right to berate him about it, not anymore at least. The realization hit you like a truck and you just grew quiet. Akwardness filling the room.
"What were you looking for?"
He lets out as he lazily gets up from the bed, the bed is unmade and the place looks dirtier than when you left, no wonder. It smelled like that nasty cigarette brand he loved. He didn't need to know that you started buying it too.
"My iron, for my clothes"
You let out, softer this time, sounding almost defeated. And as you move around looking for it you feel his gaze on you.
"You've been avoiding me, Price told me you had to give me some papers, I never saw them at my desk... Love."
He took a pause as if considering if he still has the right to call you that, your hand clenches as you look at him side eyed, with a scowl on your face.
"Don't"
Again, silence as he takes a long drag of his cigarette.
"We can be divorced, but you're still my assistant"
He said, confidently and it made your blood boil, you turned around clearly annoyed.
"YOUR assistant? Oh, I didn't know you paid for my salary, BOSS"
You let out, in a snarl, and he was smirking, he knew what he was doing. It was infuriating.
"John said to treat us like you treat him, didn't he?"
"John says a lot of things"
He let out a chuckle, which does not help on the task on making you less mad, but that was not his intention at all. He finally gets up from the bed and opens a drawer, taking the thing you were looking for, and he puts it on your hands.
"There, there, stop whining, woman."
He lets out, exasperated. And it frustrated you more, you were still sore, still hurt by his words and... You might've lost control for a bit, enough to raise a damn iron and be about to throw it at him, of course he was smart and strong enough to hold your wrist in a mean grip.
"What the fuck?"
"Stop making fun of me!"
You let out, frustration seeping through every pore in your skin.
"No one i-"
"You are!"
After that silence sets in again, he stares at you with this serious look in his face, but if you stare too much into his deep orbs, you might see a little bit of pity too. You keep scowling, and he sighs, deep and slow.
"Look, I'm sorry, I don't know why you're so mad but-"
"You don't know?! It's not like y-"
"Let me finish, god damnit!"
Silence again before he just stares at you, now equally frustrated. He seemed to want to say something, but he shuts himself up, barriers up again.
"Is that all you needed?"
"Yes, that's all"
It´s particularly quiet evening, just the sound of leaves creashing against leaves, and the soft background hum of the motors of cars driving by, yet in that moment it felt like the world stopped around you two, you hated how things had ended, you hated that he couldn't change for you, you hated that he moved on so quick, or it looked like that for you.
"You should go, this isn´t healthy for us and you know it"
He lets out in that smart ass mature tone of his, that one that was closer to a whisper, and you stare at him, your face going back to frowning slightly.
"You asked me why was I avoiding you and now you say that? Make up your mind, Riley"
You let out and you hear him chuckle, was he making fun of your or himself?
"You´re impossible woman, you sure you really wanted this?" - His hand gently gestured to the scene surrounding you, the place looked empty, mundane, as if you hadn´t been living there just a few weeks behind, looked dull and boring, which made it harder for your heart to ignore your own longing.
You wanted to dip into the empty right spot of the bed you used to share, craved to be buried on his chest once more, to be cradled by him. But you also craved other and greater things, you craved for motherhood, for parenting, to build a home, a place of your own, but the man you pictured had said "I´m not the right one". So now everything was crumbling down. Everything was reduced to this.
"No, but it's what we have"
You let out, and he sees right through you, probably becasue in the back of that deep skulls of his, he's always wanted to make you happy, to fulfill every one of your needs, to make you the happíest wife of all, even when he was a right ass at doing so. And he did crave for a family, maybe not as fiercly as you, but the thought was there, hasd lingered through his mind, yet, he dared not to entratain it, he knew it was useless, so that´s where dozen of excuses came to mind.
I don´t want to
My job
My past
My hands are bloody
I´ve taken too much life, how can I create some of my own?
How can I take care of an infant when I was never properly taken care of?
What if I end up being like my father?
What if I ruin your life?
What if?
I´m scared
But that would be dumb to admit from a man like him, a man who fought the greatest demons of humanity on a daily basis like it was nothing, a man so big, so serious, so focused and violent as him. How could he fear that? How could he fear the greatest miracle of life itself?
But he did.
"Look... I... I know I was a total asshole about everything, I never was a good husband, or a good man for you, I fear, but, I never meant things to end up like this, I tought that I could... That I would find a way to make it work but... you didn´t help me much, woman"
"I was as patient as I could be, Simon, I really was so don´t go blaming this on me, you need to see that your actions have consecuences! And now look at yourself! You´ve already found someone to fill my place, or so it seems"
"It´s nothing like that, sweetheart..."
"Don´t you sweetheart me!"
Both of you still had a very interesting journey on navigating the waters of being freshly divorced, but it seemed that your favorite activity was to annoy the other by accident.
A few days passed, you had to go to his office to deliver some papers at work, you did it reluctantly after John had spoken with you two separatedly, he was sick of our antics, and he treathened with reporting us if we couldn´t behave oursleves.
Your hands moved to push his door open without even knocking first, his eyes landed on you, annoyance rolling of his shoulders at the mere sight of you, and you moved to silently place a bunch of papers on his desk.
"John made me send you these, he says that he wants them filled by night"
To be fair, John had also asked you to help him, but you felt more inclined to let him do all the hard work, of course, he did not find much amusement on your attempt of tricking him.
"Yes. he said you were helping"
The not so gentle reminder made you sigh, so that´s how you ended up trapped in his office, sitting across him and typing reports on my laptop, scarcely speaking to him if it wasn´t to ask information to fill the forms.
"Hey, so, who was that girl the other day? New girlfriend?"
It was probably a very bad idea to ask about it, you knew it, specially at work, and he seemed to want to avoid the question, but the akward silence stretched loudly and he couldn´t resist.
"No, just a girl I met at a bar"
He kept it simple, and you could just hum, almost codescendlingly, and when he noticed that, he had to try and pull at your leg too, to make you uncomfortable too.
"What about you? Found anyone who´s made you come yet?"
He speaks lewd and low, like a warning, but just soft enough no one else would hear, this were not things to be discussed at work, yet he seemed pleased at seing your flustered and annoyed expression.
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Ex husband!Simon who signed the divorce papers without a problem but still wearing his wedding ring like he’s still married when she had stoped wearing hers
Ex husband!Simon who looks at old photos of them together and keeps the framed photo of there wedding  kiss still
Ex husband!Simon who looks at old sex tapes and nudes from when he was married and gets off to them
Ex husband!Simon who try’s to move on such as hooking up with girls and dates but nothing seems to work
Ex husband!Simon who starts to regret the divorce, and tries to think of ways to get them back
Ex husband!Simon who suggests they hook up after months of the divorce being finalized and claims he misses her touch
Ex husband!Simon after finally getting her to agree, he starts popping holes in the condoms trying to baby trap her
