My Ex-Husband is Out of Control Novel by Glory Writes

Sophia’s POV

Grandma Evelyn’s voice was filled with emotion. “I’m sorry, Sabrina. I just can’t bear the thought of you leaving.” she said, her eyes misty. “You’ve been gone for a long time and now that you’re back…”

She trailed off, and I bit my lower lip. Gosh, I can’t leave like this, Glancing at Grandpa George, he simply shrugged helplessly.

“It’s okay, Evelyn,” I reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her arm. “Maybe I’ll stay for the night. Anyway, Reese is already asleep now.”

Evelyn sniffled, smiling. “You’re such a good girl, Sabrina. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

I squeezed her hand gently. “I’m Sophia. Remember?”

She blinked, confusion clouding her eyes for a moment before she nodded. “Yes, of course, Sophia. You’re my Sophia. Also my Sabrina,”

I sent a quick message to Reese’s nanny, letting her know that Kayla, my best friend, would be sleeping over and that I’d be back in the morning.

Evelyn led me to the bedroom that used to belong to Sabrina whenever she stayed over. “This was Sabrina’s room,” Evelyn said softly, her voice thick with memories. “She spent so much time here when her parents were working. She practically grew up with us.”

As I looked around the room, something about it felt familiar, like I had been here before. Deja vu washed over me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of nostalgia: It was as if this room held a piece of my past that I couldn’t quite grasp.

When Evelyn finally said goodnight and left me to sleep, I found myself drifting off quickly, the room wrapping me in a sense of peace and belonging that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I woke up the following day to the aroma of pancakes and coffee, breakfast lovingly prepared by Grandpa George and Grandma Evelyn. I loved the smell of coffee, even though I couldn’t drink it. Evelyn was back in her wheelchair, looking quite jolly.

“Morning, Sophia,” George greeted me with a smile.

“Hello, my dear!” Evelyn said cheerfully. “Let’s eat together.”

“Morning,” I replied, a bit groggily. It took me a moment to remember where I was. Evelyn’s house.

I felt a pang of guilt; I should be home with Reese. But Evelyn and George were so kind, and they seemed to enjoy having me around. Maybe a little longer wouldn’t hurt.

As I ate, they told me about their plan to visit Chris’s childhood home, where he grew up with his and Sabrina. “It would be good for you to come along.” Evelyn suggested, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “It might jog your memory.”

“Aahhh…” I said uncertainly. I wanted to be with Reese, but at the same time, I was curious too. Plus, the house was just in the same neighborhood.

“Sure, why not,” I said finally, smiling at them.

Chris was at the house when we arrived, greeting us warmly. “I’m so glad Grandma’s doing well,” he said, hugging Evelyn.

But his smile faltered when he saw me and found out that Evelyn insisted I stay longer. I knew that he wasn’t pleased about it because he was the one who’d found Julia and reintroduced her to their family as the long–lost Sabrina.

As they chatted, I wandered around the house, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. I knew where the kitchen was, where Sabrina’s bedroom was. It was eerie, like I had been here before. But that couldn’t be possible. Could it?

I then heard Chris saying he had a meeting to attend to and would be back shortly.

After a while, Evelyn followed me into one of the rooms. She was in her wheelchair. I approached her, and she motioned for me to come closer. Leaning in, she whispered, “I don’t think Julia is Sabrina.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Surprised by her words, I furrowed my brow. “Why do you say that?” I asked softly.

“I think you’re Sabrina,” she replied, her voice barely audible.

I recoiled slightly, unsure of how to process her words. “What do you mean, Evelyn? How could I be Sabrina?” I whispered back, my heart racing.

Grandma Evelyn reached out and gently took my hand. “I know it sounds crazy, dear, but ever since I met you, something in me just feels… different. I can’t explain it, but I feel like you’re my granddaughter, not Julia.”

I pulled my hand away gently, a wave of confusion washing over me. Could it be possible? Was it just the familiarity of the surroundings playing tricks on me, or was there something more to Grandma Evelyn’s intuition?

“… I don’t know what to say, Grandma,” I stammered, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

“Just think about it, dear,” Grandma Evelyn said softly, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty.” You don’t remember your past, do you?”

“, uh… To be honest, my childhood memories were quite fuzzy to me.

“Sometimes, the truth is stranger than fiction,” Evelyn said.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. She may just be right.