Dear Ex, Try Again When you are Rich

e room. I flicked my eyes open and didn't feel as rested as I actually should. My body feels heavy like

ough they hadn't been touched at all. Of course, he was up before probably lon

day was just a gut punch-up sharp, unpredictable, and just so painful. I had not thought of him in many years. Not that I forgot h

flection of me that is very distant, unfamiliar to me-eyes dull from lack of sleep, skin pale with stress. Who

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ver and over in my head. There was recognition, yes, but something more, something deeper, somet

life at this point, when it's all so complicated? I have convinced myself for years that marrying Noah is what I wanted, that it

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promised to take care of it, to sort out the bills, to save us from ruin. All he wanted in return wa

my thoughts. I towel my face dry and walk back into the bedroom, picking up t

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above the screen, debating whether to answer o

think it, I swipe to answer a

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end, "Rachel" he says softly, "I d

dly I'm sure he can hear it through the phone. "I didn't k

with honesty enough to send a shiver down my back. "Yesterday...

t his words wash over m

ed to be and what we have become. We've changed, both of us. Yet here the connection is

all of a sudden?" He says, "I did everything I could do to reach you, yo

awing at my chest. How do I explain? How do I make him understand t

could pay off was me marrying Nolan. He also promised to sort out b

hel," he breathes, his voice full of incredulity. "

e a choice, Elvis. I couldn't let my father lose everyt

, his confusion. Yet what was I to have done? I did not want to marry Noah. I did not love h

voice strained. "I thought you just move

sorry, Elvis. I'm really sorry" I say, my voice breaking, "I

d have told me, I would have helped in one way or the other. I d

harshly. Elvis never treated me that way. "I und

of the past pulling at me, everything I lost, everything I sacrificed. Th

not waiting for my reply before he continue

t the temptation is too great, what could have been too

start to say,

n in his voice. "I just want to talk.

make things worse. But I won't be able to resist him. To be able to see him again, talk to

; my voice hardly

her

the relief in his breath. "Do you remember the cafe we

that's better, you know Elvis is a popular p

the bed, my heart racing, my mind spir

the first time in years, I feel alive. I feel like there's a part

son of my own making. Noah didn't care for me. He never had. To him, I was just one more brick in his em

orrow, everything could change. And for the first