Dear Ex, Try Again When you are Rich

e rhythm of my chores when the front door swings open. N

ze instantly: one I instantly kno

anic, a flicker of something long buried. My heart races, but I force my fac

uld be in the bedroom waiting for

d you came back very early

doing since morning

haking, "I am c

excuse, go to

he bedroom, I steal another glance at Elvis. There was recognition in his eye

e of his voice low enough for only me t

he unresolved feelings that bubble beneath the surface. I push the doo

lence of the air that's now thick with tension. "I didn't expect to see you here," he says finally, hi

says, sharply. "And are you mar

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to wait for h

y. I had no idea he's married to

n my mind, the laughter, the secrets, the dreams we once shared. "T

yes. "In case you wanna call," he

t. "I shouldn't," I whisper, my heart torn between the safety of my marriage and t

I met you at all," he says, "I jus

the air feels thick with something dangerous. I enter my numb

elief washing over his f

airs. My heart was filled with panic. "You need to go

ackwards, "Be safe, R

tched with annoyance, "Why are you not in t

.." I stammer, "I thought y

should do, don't waste time here" he scowls, irritat

follow Noah, I have this huge feeling of loss and confusion in my head. I look back at the door, knowing

choices and where they had gotten me. I couldn't remember feeling t

d who I could have become. Now, in this gilded cage called m